"NeverWhere"
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By Cori Pixie
The sun shone in the room through thin, white curtains. White and frosty yellow and sun. The sun shone in through the window, tangled with gold, tangled with silver. Silver danced in special stardust ways, residue from the silver grey moon, waking Brian gently, rousing his mind slightly, and prodding him out of bed.
He slipped his body from the sheets, heading towards the window. He stared out just watching quietly as the world did worldly things, waking up and greeting him with special colours, and songs from beautiful birds, simply because he was Brian and Brian was special. He opened the curtains wide allowing the silver grey white yellow of the sun to caress his face.
Brian loved the morning. Loved it because it wasn’t night. Loved it because it didn’t swallow you whole, make you feel little and scared. Loved it because it held you and guided your breathe instead of squeezing your throat tight and suffocating you to death. But mostly, Brian loved it because he liked to watch Curt sleep.
Curt was a beautiful sleeper, a very pretty dreamer. Curt was soft and easy in sleep and his ever demanding problems forgotten. He was almost child like.
All of these things seemed to make Brian feel very light and airy. He airily touched Curt’s cheek, his forehead, brushed a piece of that light, airy, beautiful, brown hair from his face and then wandered off to the grey carpet in the center of the room.
Dropping to the floor, lying on his back Brian breathed in the silence because for once it wasn’t too thick, for once it was comfortable, for once it was ok. He breathed in the silence and stretched out on the carpet making rug angels, not even feeling foolish because rug angels were the best kind and because they made Brian just a little bit happier.
Curt found him like that some time later,--time because things like minutes and hours didn’t matter to pretty things like rock stars and because here they simply didn’t matter at all-- sprawled out on the softy grey rug with a thin smile on his face. Curt looked down on him as though he’d lost his mind. Brian didn’t care because things, little things like thoughts and opinions, didn’t matter right now; instead he just reached his hand up to Curt and croaked, “I haven’t lost my mind, love. Just misplaced it, only for a little while.” He smiled a friendly gentle smile. “Come here, love. Come lay down with me.” He did. He gasped on to Brian’s hand and didn’t let go. And they held hands like that, the two of them on the floor, not speaking or moving, just breathing in the silence and feeling each other’s souls.
“Bri?” Curt asked after awhile.
“Yeah.”
“Do you ever just feel happy? Like really filled and content?” He smiled a small smile, a perfect little smile because he knew what Curt was speaking about and knew what Curt was feeling because for once he was feeling it too.
“Yes.” He rolled over, wrapping his leg around Curt’s. “I feel very happy now.”
It was almost like a dance, this game of theirs. Brian would smile a sly, mischievous smile and Curt would duck his head; only to return it with fire burning in his eyes. This is how it happened that afternoon. A little more confident, a little more. They became wrapped up in each other, a tangle of sweaty arms and legs. Bruising kisses and heated words. And finally a softish glow filled the room. Filled it gold purple grey red. Filled it beautiful. They settled back on the grey carpet, eyes dancing, singing praises. They held hands drinking up the silences, breathing in their passion. Just a little bit closer and a little bit more together.
They love being happy.
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