Title: Feasting
Author: kimberlite
Pairing: Curt/Brian
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: I swore I would never write holiday!fic, but LaConstance begged so nicely I succumbed -- again.
Summary: Curt and Brian celebrate Thanksgiving.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

Feasting by kimberlite

London, 1973

"I can't believe you arranged all this." Curt looked around the dining room of Brian's house, amazed at the sheer variety of food arranged in silver warming dishes on the sideboard. "When is everybody else coming over?"

Nibbling his thumbnail, Brian looked up at Curt. "I didn't invite anyone else -- I wanted this to be special, just the two of us. And I thought there were supposed to be leftovers." Brian sounded slightly defensive.

Taking Brian in his arms, Curt kissed Brian's succulent lips lightly. "It is very special. I'm overwhelmed."

Brian smiled, running his fingers through Curt's blond hair. "It seems like you've been a little depressed recently, so I hoped I could make you feel better."

"Thank you, Bri." Curt deepened their kiss, letting his hands roam over Brian's silky sapphire shirt and lithe frame. "I really appreciate it."

Molding himself against Curt's body, Brian tried to explain. "It seems like Americans really get into Thanksgiving. I know you're generally not big on holidays, but I figured..."

Curt shrugged. "I'm just not very good with family holidays. But you don't have to justify doing something nice for me." Curt continued to kiss Brian, backing them up until the back of Brian's thighs hit the massive mahogany table, decorated with a floral centerpiece resplendent in autumnal colors. Pushing gently, Curt laid Brian out, a feast to his senses.

Brian let Curt nibble on his neck, but when Curt worked his hands down to Brian's black velvet pants, Brian struggled to regain control of the proceedings. "Not yet -- you have to wait until after dinner."

"But I like having my dessert first," Curt wheedled, grinning wolfishly at Brian.

Gasping as Curt's intense blue-green eyes seared him to the core, Brian was seconds away from surrender when Curt stepped away. Brian watched with barely concealed lust as Curt slunk across the room. Brian wished suddenly that those leather-clad legs were wrapped around his waist or pressed close to his naked flesh.

Turning to the food, Curt picked up a plate and began filling it. "Looks delicious." Curt's gaze traveled over Brian, not the food. "This is great -- I can't believe you did all this."

Pulling his scattered wits together, Brian followed Curt's lead, filling his own plate. "I've never celebrated Thanksgiving before, but I liked the idea of sharing something like this with you."

They sat down next to each other and began eating. Curt dug in immediately while Brian carefully tasted a little bit of each dish first. Teasingly, Curt said, "I saw an apple pie but not a pumpkin pie."

Brian shut his eyes briefly, remembering their Halloween celebration. Lightly punching Curt's shoulder, Brian said, "I was going to revenge myself on you for the pumpkin with the butternut squash, but I didn't realize how...thick...they are."

Curt burst into laughter at the petulant tone of Brian's voice. "I know how you hate to be thwarted, but they also get mushy when they're cooked."

Unable to control himself, Brian smiled, purring, "I'll think of something eventually."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it," Curt smirked.

They continued eating in comfortable silence until their initial hunger was satisfied. Sipping the delicate white wine Brian had poured, Curt said, "This is really nice. We never had anything like this while I was growing up." Before Brian could feel bad for Curt, he continued, "This is going to sound foolish, but my best memories of Thanksgiving as a kid are listening to the radio to the Detroit Lions play their traditional Thanksgiving Day football game."

"It's not foolish." Brian was torn between being glad for Curt's happy memory and sad that it wasn't of his family. "I'm glad you have some good memories. Maybe we can make some more."

Kissing Brian's palm, Curt murmured, "Oh, I'm counting on it."

Caressing Curt's face, Brian stood, walking to the sideboard to cut two pieces of pie. Returning to Curt, he placed them on the table. "Dessert."

Catching Brian's hand, Curt tangled their fingers together and pulled Brian sideways into his lap. Forking a bite of pie, Curt offered it to Brian. "Dessert."

Brian let Curt feed them, savoring every bite and licking the fork just to drive Curt to distraction. "Um, wonderful." Wiggling in Curt's lap, he could feel Curt's growing interest.

After the last bite, Curt took a napkin and gently wiped Brian's mouth, lingering as Brian's tongue snaked out to caress his thumb. "Yes, wonderful. I want to thank you properly."

Brian slid off Curt's lap, excitement buzzing through his body. "I need to go get some lube. I'll be back in a second."

Catching Brian around his waist, Curt growled, "Don't go -- we can use the cranberry sauce."

Laughing, Brian wriggled free, calling over his shoulder, "I don't think so -- there are whole cranberries in there."

Resigned to waiting, Curt busied himself clearing their plates from the table. Sitting down, Curt began to unlace his boots. Brian was certainly taking his time.

Brian reappeared with the lube and a phone, plugging it into the wall and placing it on the end of the table. "Okay, I'm ready."

Curt raised his eyebrows. "I thought we were supposed to be in different places before we resorted to phone sex. I hope you aren't planning to stick --"

Brian cut Curt off with a well-timed kiss. "You have such a dirty mind. I'm expecting a call, that's all."

"Hm," Curt said noncommittally. "Think you can give me your attention until then?"

Brian dropped to his knees in front of Curt. "Oh, definitely." It didn't take Brian long to free Curt's cock and begin sucking and licking. Brian reveled in Curt's scent -- the combination of leather and...Curt...that was unique to his lover.

Curt threw his head back, tossing his hair out of his eyes so he could see Brian's cheeks, hollowed around his cock. Seeing Brian go down on him was almost as exciting as feeling Brian's hot mouth and skilled tongue -- almost. Curt carded his fingers through Brian's spiky blue hair, tugging before he lost control. "I want to fuck you."

Groaning, Brian let Curt help him up, using his momentum to fall into Curt's arms. "Want you in me." Brian pulled at Curt's shirt, needing to feel his skin.

After Brian removed his shirt, Curt began slowly unbuttoning Brian's. Kissing Brian's neck, Curt murmured, "I want to feast on you." After he reached the lower buttons, Curt skimmed his fingers over Brian's smooth chest, pinching and teasing his nipples.

"Oh god, Curt, don't tease me." Brian unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thighs.

Purring as he saw Brian's cock, hard and needy, Curt pushed Brian back against the table. "Sit." Curt efficiently stripped off Brian's shoes, socks and pants until he was naked on the table. Keeping his own pants on, Curt settled between Brian's thighs, kissing his mouth wetly.

When Curt released his lips, Brian lay back on the tabletop, pale against the rich wood, and wrapped his legs around Curt's waist, trying to draw Curt even closer. "Now. Do it now," Brian demanded.

Curt took his time, lubing his fingers and teasing Brian's opening before penetrating. "This what you want?" Curt found Brian's prostate, stroking gently.

Bucking against Curt's hand, Brian panted, "Want your cock...stuffing me."

Curt complied, working his cock carefully into Brian. "Oh yeah. You feel incredible." As Brian relaxed around him, Curt began to thrust more strongly.

Brian used his heels to press Curt closer. He loved being taken by Curt.

They moved together, pleasure escalating until they were teetering on the edge of orgasm.

The phone rang.

"Fuck," Curt growled. "Ignore it."

Brian wiggled and twisted beneath Curt, struggling to reach the phone. "I need to get it."

Disgusted, Curt let Brian push him away, watching as Brian rolled onto his stomach and grabbed the phone. Not one to let a clear opportunity escape him, Curt spooned up behind Brian and entered him in one sure stroke.

"Thanks --" Brian gasped, dropping the phone as Curt filled him.

Feeling the primal urge to mark Brian, to show him who he belonged to, Curt covered Brian's body, biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "Mine."

Delighted by Curt's possessiveness, Brian pushed back, rotating his hips to force Curt deeper, feeling the warm slide of leather against the backs of his legs. "Yours."

Seismic shock waves raced through them, tiny earthquakes reflecting from one to the other until they exploded in an earth-shattering release of energy.

Finding himself slumped over Brian's back, Curt finally dragged himself up, helping Brian off his stomach.

Brian snuggled against Curt's chest, smugly satisfied.

Stroking Brian's back to soften his words, Curt asked, "What the fuck was so important about that call?"

Smiling angelically, Brian said, "Detroit beat Buffalo 27-14."

Curt opened his mouth and then closed it, staring at Brian in disbelief. He was overwhelmed by Brian's thoughtfulness, his resourcefulness. "I love you, Bri. Thank you."

"Love you, too." Brian accepted Curt's gentle kisses, thankful that they were together.