Title: Danger Zone: Falling From Grace
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Summary: A stunt.  Clumsiness.  Curt on the floor. And a circus?

“Honestly, boys, both of you know full well that you’re NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCK UP!”  Jerry barked from behind his desk as Brian and Curt sat in his office, their heads down, both afraid to speak.  “What the hell possessed you, Curt, to try that stunt?”

 “Jerry –” Brian started, but was quickly silenced by his manager’s raised hand.

 “Shut up, Brian.”  He turned back to Curt.  “Curt, what the bloody hell do you think you were doing?!”

 “Fuck off, Jerry,” Curt snarled and blew a smoke ring in the other man’s direction.

 “Why don’t we watch that tape again and see exactly where you two went wrong.  Shall we?”  Before either could reply, Jerry pressed play and the tape started again.

 ~ + ~

 The previous night…

 He was starting to get wound up.  If they didn’t let him out on the stage soon, Curt was going to have an aneurysm.  He couldn’t stand to not be the center of attention – of Brian’s attention.  And he knew that as soon as he was on the stage, Brian would be focused completely on him.  That was what he craved.

 After what felt like a million years, Curt heard the voice in his ear.  ”Time,” it said, and he switched on his guitar, letting out a sour note in the middle of “Baby’s On Fire” as he made his appearance.

 The crowd went wild and Brian hit the floor, slithering toward him, this night’s costume resembling liquid silver under the blue lights.  Curt’s heart was in his throat as he played on, gyrating wildly against the music, and enjoying the hunted feeling Brian’s gaze was giving him.

 Curt knew what was coming.  They’d done it a thousand times before, with and without the guitar, and he was fully prepared when his silver-clad stalker came sliding across the stage toward him and grasped him by the butt as he continued to play.  Brian plucked at the guitar with his teeth as Curt walked forward, trying to get closer. 

Next thing Curt knew, his right foot was sliding out from beneath him and he was tumbling forward, flailing his arms uncontrollably, Brian letting out a surprised grunt as he lost his balance and fell flat on his back, his eyes wide with horror as he watched his lover falling toward him in what seemed like slow motion.  There was a shriek from somewhere, and Curt landed hard on Brian, knocking the wind out of both of them. 

“Oh fuuuck….” Curt groaned as he looked down at his leg wrapped up in a black cable, then up at Trevor, who was laughing at him, tears sliding down his painted cheeks. 

~ + ~ 

“So, boys, what happened here?” 

“You hired a moron to set up,” Curt retorted, head hung low.  Brian had said nothing since trying to calm Jerry nearly ten minutes previous. 

“If you hadn’t made such a mess of everything, it might have been funny.” 

“But Jerry, it WAS funny,” Trevor said suddenly, a hand clutched protectively on Curt’s shoulder.  “I mean come on…how often do you see Brian as graceless as he was last night?  And it’s a one in a million chance of Curt’s foot EVER getting caught up in that cord again.” 

Trevor drifted past the two pouting rock stars, rewound the tape, and played it back in slow motion.  The group watched in shock as Curt appeared, oblivious to the cord from his guitar twisted around his leg.  He and Brian moved across the stage until the cord was taught, and then suddenly he was flailing and landing on Brian, his guitar going up in the air and coming down right in the middle of the keyboard. 

“I’ve got a show to get ready for,” Brian hissed and stormed out of the room suddenly, Curt right on his heels. 

~ + ~ 

The show started off well, despite Brian’s sore shoulder from his tumble the night before.  The crowd’s energy was high, and it was starting to affect Curt, as he fought to keep still on the sidelines until time for his appearance. 

Soon enough, he was handed a guitar and told to go.  At first he wasn’t sure Brian would try their nightly stunt, but soon enough, the blue-haired rocker was slithering toward him, a look of steely determination in his eyes. 

He went for the kill, and Curt braced himself for the jolt that never came.  Brian, instead of stopping between Curt’s spread legs, went sliding between them, unable to stop, even as he caught hold of Curt’s ankle and dragged him down as well.   

Again, they both ended up sprawled on the floor on their backs, the sounds of a laughing audience ringing in their ears. 

Curt shook his head hard and opened his eyes, a bit surprised to find Trevor standing over him, laughing.

 “You two should give up music and join the circus…”

~ + fin + ~

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