Chapter 3
	Brian murmured sleepily and curled up under the warm blanket. “Rise and shine, Bri-pie.” Brian muttered something unintelligible and pulled the blanket up over his head. “C’mon, love, I’ve got some exciting news about you embarrassing yourself in front of David Bowie.” “*What?!*” Brian flung back the blanket and sat up, his hair creating a wild halo around his pale face. Stefan grinned at him, taking in Brian’s dishevelled figure: his black dress had ridden up and settled around his waist revealing his delicate lace panties. “I did what?” “Well what do you remember? Let’s start with that.” Brian gaped at Stef, wracking his brain for the events of the last evening. “Um…I remember getting there, and you went off somewhere. I got really bored after about two minutes, so I got out the vodka I had brought.” He frowned in concentration. “I downed that pretty quickly, and then I had a lot of Champaign…I remember being under a table, thinking you were going to come shag me and I had to be ready…” He blushed. “And uh…after that I don’t remember anything.” Stefan laughed. “Well David Bowie came by and let’s just say you made a complete ass of yourself.” “Please tell me you’re joking, Stef.” Brian groaned. Stefan shook his head. “Nope. Though you did make quite an impression on him. He came over thinking you were a woman…I think he wanted to shag you honestly.” Stefan paused thoughtfully. “Then he found out who we were, and said something about us being fronted by a man. This, Bri, is where you proclaimed yourself to be ’Brian Molko Sex Goddess Extraordinaire’ and something about really great blowjobs.” Brian buried his face in his hands. “Oh God.” “Oh, that’s not even the worst of it, doll.” Brian’s hands dropped into his lap. “What could I have possibly done that was worse than that?” He asked in mortified terror. “Well you did ask David Bowie, the father of Glam Rock, if he wanted to fuck you, while you were sitting on the ground, flashing your pretty little panties at everyone.” It was a good thing that Brian was sitting down, because his world seemed to collapse then and there. “Christ! What…what did he say?” Brian asked gripping his tangled his hair. “He laughed. A lot.” Brian moaned. “I’ll never get drunk at these things again!” He vowed. “EVER!” Stefan laughed. “But I think you should know, that we’re going to be re-recording *Without You* with him next week.” Brian blinked owlishly at Stefan. “Come again?” “Yeah. Steve and I knew we couldn’t let Dimitri see you completely trashed, so David offered to stall him while we got you out to the car. As it turns out, his way of stalling was to offer to work with us. You should hear Dimitri. He’s completely over the roof!” “Fuck!” Brian swore. “I have to see him again, and I don’t even remember what I said?” Brian collapsed back onto the bed, glaring at the ceiling. “If I believed in God, I’d be thinking that he hated me right about now.” “It’s just because you’re prettier than him, Bri doll.” Stefan said smirking. “Now come on. I’ve got some coffee going. And I think you could use a shower.” Brian glowered at Stefan. “And why would you say that?” “Well baby, you kind of made a mess of your dress last night.” Brian frowned. “What?” “You were one horny bitch, Bri.” Stefan grinned devilishly. “The only way I could convince you to stay in the car was to blow you off…so that dress might need to go to dry cleaning before you wear it again.” “*Fuck!*” ****** David gripped the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He was in danger of losing himself here. Why was he suddenly now having these thoughts, again? After so long with them being completely dormant, why had they suddenly chosen now to resurface? Well it wasn’t as if Brian was the picture of pure masculinity, David attempted to reason with himself. He was certainly a man, but there was an ambiguous blending of the lines between genders with him. “Why now?” David demanded of himself. After the messy endings with Ronno and then Jim, he had sworn off men telling him self that he was just a woman’s man…well--as long as that woman wasn’t Angie, he was a woman’s man. In the mirror, his reflection changed. He was gazing at himself…only twenty-five years younger. Wild cherry coloured hair and milky skin, outlined with dark eyeliner and shadow. David reached out with shaking fingers and grazed the glass. The reflection followed suit, only with perfectly varnished fingernails. David frowned at the picture that months later would become his newest music video…his reflection seemed to be speaking to him. He could hide who he was from the world, but underneath he’d always be the same. Was it going to hurt him if he attempted anything with Brian? Only his pride, if Brian turned him down, he mused…but then last night, Brian hadn’t appeared too averse to the idea of shagging David Bowie…mind he had been completely shit faced. David sighed. He could always just get the little fucker drunk again…”Oh God.” David muttered. That would be tantamount to rape in his mind, and David wasn’t going to go there again. Jim had been high, and mortified to awake the next morning, lying naked on top of one *Ziggy Stardust*. No, he’d fish around and see if he could gauge Brian’s interest. He closed his eyes briefly as he realized what he was about to begin. In the mirror, Ziggy just grinned. ****** Brian took a nervous drag on his cigarette. “Just calm down, Brian!” Steve chuckled. “Easy for you to say!” Brian hissed, tapping his foot anxiously against the couch. “You didn’t ask sodding David Bowie to fuck you!” Steve shrugged. “He seemed to be enjoying it, if you ask me.” Brian gave the drummer a quizzical glance. But before he could pry into the meaning behind Steve’s comment, the door opened and Dimitri walked in with the man himself. Brian swallowed. David beamed at everyone, waving cheerily. “Hallo, all!” He glanced at Brian, and ever so subtly, winked. Brian nearly dropped his cigarette. *Ah shit*. Stefan stood up from where he had been lounging near the guitars. “David’s had a brilliant idea, everyone.” Dimitri announced, gesturing David towards a chair. David smiled briefly and took the chair, sliding it closer to the couch. Brian felt his heart skip a beat. “He’d like to re-record the original with his vocals, but he’d also like to remix it.” Steve leaned forward, resting his chin on his fist. “What kind of remix, were you thinking of?” He queried. David gave a small shrug. “I don’t want to mess with your song too much, if you’re averse to the idea.” He said quickly. “I mean it’s a great song as it is…” Steve shrugged this statement off. “It’s ok, don’t worry about Brian’s ego here. It’s big enough to begin with. We don’t need you to stroke it.” David laughed and caught Brian’s eye. Brian swallowed as David’s eyes glittered. He had the sudden impression that David wanted to stroke something else entirely… “Well, I was thinking something a little electronic perhaps? Perhaps something to bring out the desperation of the lyrics even further, punctuate them?” “Desperation?” Brian reiterated. “You got that?” David nodded. “I did. Although, it did help a little, when you told me what had occurred before the song was written.” He paused at Brian’s blank look. Steve and Stefan broke into muted laughter. “You told him *all* about our little group orgasm, Molks.” Stefan laughed. Dimitri’s eyes widened. “Complete with Molko giggling galore.” “God, Brian! Can’t you meet people without telling them all about your sex life?” Brian flushed slightly. “Excuse me, Dimitri, but I don’t even remember this, so don’t blame me...you’ve only yourself to blame, for forcing me to go to that stupid…whatever it was…to begin with!” David laughed. “It’s alright.” He assured them. “It helped me hear what’s really being said there. Your lyrics Brian,” He paused attempting to come up with the right words. “You have some terrifying things going on in that head of yours, and you put them down to music so beautifully. You have a siren effect.” Brian blushed again. But this time, it was for different reasons. “You have some of the most brilliant lyrics I’ve ever heard. And the emotion behind them, just *blows* me away!” “Um…thanks.” David smiled at him, and Brian felt his heart flutter. *Fuck, what was happening to him?* “Well let’s get cracking then, shall we?” Dimitri announced, clapping his hands together. “I thought we’d let David go through the song a couple times on his own, let him get the feel of it, with Steve and Stef playing.” He glanced at Brian. “Brian you can just take lead.” Brian nodded. “Kay.” He took a long draw on his fag, hoping to settle his jittering nerves. He needed to sort his head; he had the strangest feeling that Bowie was flirting with him. He placed the cigarette in the ashtray and followed the rest. ***** David, Brian, Steve, and Stefan moved behind the soundproof glass. Steve tucked himself away behind his drums, giving them a good run through, before giving the group a huge grin. Stefan picked up his bass and began strumming the chords, picking up the tempo of the song. Brian took his favourite guitar and followed soon after, beginning the intro to *Without You I’m Nothing*. David tore his eyes away from Brian, who was moving his body in time to the music. He closed his eyes briefly, refocusing his mind on the task at hand. Sing well, woo later. He nodded to himself and picked up the tempo of the song. “Strange Infatuations seems to grace the evening tide. I’ll take it by your side. Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide. I’ll take it by your side.” Letting the sound wash over him, David fell into the song. He went through it twice, before nodding to Dimitri, signalling that he was ready to try with Brian. ***** After several hours, the band decided it was time to call it quits. David stifled a yawn and set his guitar back in its case. He glanced around to see Brian give his own guitar a loving stroke before setting it on the rack next to Stefan’s sparkly blue bass. Brian caught David watching, and grinned sheepishly. “It’s my favourite.” He admitted. “Her name’s Bitch.” David laughed as Brian gestured to where the name had been printed on the guitar. “Have you named all of your guitars?” He asked. Brian nodded proudly. “Yup. Eleven of them are girls, and one’s a guy. He’s gay.” He beamed, and David laughed again. “He’s older than me, but that’s the way I like it. Makes me feel Important and--” Brian trailed off, realizing what he had just started to quote, and blushed faintly. David felt his breath catch in his throat. “And free.” He finished for him. “Well, Mr. Molko, can I take you and your guitar out for a drink?” He waited nervously, as Brian cocked his head to one side. “Well, Bitch had a late night, but…I’m free, if you don’t mind the lack of femininity.” He joked shyly. David grinned. “Of course not!” “Great! Um, give us a sec, and I can change.” Brian shot off for his rucksack and then disappeared into the loo. David tried to muffle the stupid shit faced grin that had spread across his face, but it was rather difficult. <b>Author’s Note</b>: I remember the interview about Brian’s guitars, but I don’t remember how many he said exactly, so…don’t shoot me! Also for those who aren’t ardent Bowie fans, the line that Brian starts quoting is from the song “Sweet Thing” off the Diamond Dog’s album. The line is “I’m glad that you’re older than me, it makes me feel important and free.” *Shrugs* make of it what you will. Also I have recently remembered that I made an error of timing in my fic. L Placebo actually was at David Bowie’s 50th birthday bash in 1997, and toured with him during Outside and Earthling. My fic takes place starts in 98. So I erred. And I am sad. Cuz I don’t much feel like changing it. *Cries* So I’ll deal.
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