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Looking over these chapters, I can see that my writing was a bit rougher, this WiP had been the first thing I'd written in a few years.
Now to the next parts...
Fading Chapter 3
Since it was so late and Curt's apartment was near, they went there on foot, giggling like a couple of school girls. Their giddiness lasted, oddly enough, only as long as it took for Curt to unlock the door. He ushered Arthur in with a small smile. "Not quite the rock star digs you were expecting, I suppose."
Arthur looked around, stunned. Curt supposed correctly, but it was a nice surprise, nonetheless. The place was spartan, furnished Japanese style with beautiful rice paper screens and cushions on the floor surrounding a low table. There was a hi-fi system against a wall, as well as a small television. It was a simple and elegant space, conveying a sense of control one just didn't normally associate with Curt Wild.
"The surprises just keep on coming." Arthur murmured, shooting Curt an assessing look.
Curt smiled warmly at Arthur, pleased that he'd liked the apartment. Not many people were allowed in here. "I'm afraid I don't have a guest room, but I imagine that won't be an issue, under the circumstances."
Arthur glanced at him, he was still feeling a bit insecure. He hadn't lied, his life had changed tremendously since he'd moved to New York. He wasn't sure he'd fit into Curt's life. To be honest, he wasn't even certain he knew the person he'd become. Odd as that had to sound, it seemed fucking stupid to Arthur himself.
He stood in the middle of Curt's apartment, waiting while Curt disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to get them both a drink.
"Take your jacket off, sit down or something. I'll just be a minute." Curt called from the kitchen. "Hey!" His blond head appeared in the doorway. "Scotch OK? I'm out of beer."
That sounded perfect, thought the nervous Arthur. "Yes, that's fine." He answered, trying to sound nonchalant, but instead making an odd high pitched squeak as he said the word 'fine.'
"Fuck" He muttered, as he ripped his jacket off his back and tossed it into a corner. Two minutes in Curt's space and he was babbling like a git and cursing like a sailor. Where was his legendary cool demeanor?
He really didn't understand was he was seeing. Earlier in the bar, when he'd run into him, Curt was unkempt. His blond hair tied loosely into a ponytail and the sides straggling down. His attitude, it had to be said was rather, well, 'curt.' Arthur mused with an inner chuckle. Feeling a bit more at ease at this wee witticism, Arthur decided to make himself comfortable and sank onto one of the large soft cushions...then promptly fell over.
Arthur was a tall man and the cushions didn't exactly give him many options regarding the placement of his legs. He could fold them or splay them out in front of him under the table. He chose the latter, soon having reason to regret his choice. He was trapped. Desperately he glanced toward the kitchen, hoping to extricate himself before Curt found him this way. He was at the point where he was feeling quite cross with himself when Curt came in with their drinks.
"Sorry I took so long---" Abruptly, Curt stopped whatever he was going to say and broke out into peals of laughter. "Oh god Arthur, you trying to kill me here?"
"Fine, fine." Arthur groused. "Have a bit of a chuckle at my expense. There's quite a bit of folk who'd like to see Arthur-Mr Control-Stuart laid low by a mere table."
"Mr Control, did you say?" Curt whispered in the trapped man's ear as he smoothly sank to his knees behind him, then reached around to hand him a glass of whisky. "You didn't seem so terribly in control a half hour ago." He nuzzled his stubbly chin into his captive's neck. "Nor do you seem that way now, Mr Stuart." Arthur sucked in a breath and held it as Curt trailed light kisses along soft skin. He set the whisky on the table before him, untouched.
"Curt, shouldn't we talk?" He gasped, his eyelids drifting shut involuntarily.
"Talk? Arthur, you are the talkingest man." Curt sat back on his heels and took a long swallow of scotch. "OK, talk." Arthur twisted around to look at Curt.
"Listen, do you think you can help me out here?" He indicated his trapped legs which elicited another chuckle form Curt.
"I don't know, what are you going to do for me in return?" Curt asked asked him, a wicked tone to his voice.
Arthur squirmed against him, starting to feel a bit frustrated. This wasn't turning out the way he wanted. Plus, it didn't help that Curt seemed determined to push his buttons when he was already feeling foolish. He didn't like that he was acting so stupid, as if the past ten years had melted away and he was once again the geeky young man who'd come to London on his own.
Then he remembered what he owed this man. The self confidence he been able to find from one magical evening when he'd been desired as well as desiring. With Curt, he'd touched the stars.
He stilled his struggles, smoothly slid his legs from under the table and turned to face Curt.
"Is the crisis over?" Curt asked him quietly.
Arthur nodded.
Curt raked a hand through his bleached locks. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I should call you a taxi or something." He rocked back on his heels, preparing to stand.
"Wait." The word came out low, but it stopped Curt like a stone.
Fading Chapter 4
They knelt, facing one another on the cushions, almost afraid to speak. This thing between them was too new, too fragile, a wrong word could shatter it. The next move was Arthur's, but he was at a loss. How could it be that his life had changed so profoundly in the space of a few hours?
The evening had been a roller-coaster ride of remembrance, passion and ultimately, fear. A fear of losing, reaching out only to be used and rejected. He'd lived through that before, but this time, if it was Curt, he might want to bloody well die. Something told him, as he looked at the tight wary expression Curt wore, he knew exactly how Arthur felt. He smiled and the fear became an aphrodisiac.
Curt watched the fire spark in the eyes of the man who faced him, fucking relief scuttling through him when Arthur reached for him. Arthur pushed Curt deep into the cushions, his hands cupping his face and his tongue delving between parted lips. He didn't want to be gentle, he wanted to devour this man. He needed passion and penetration, to suck the very life force out of the man who had haunted him for ten years.
Curt tore at Arthur's clothes, wanting to feel the skin he'd explored earlier. He managed to get his shirt off without shredding it to ribbons, no mean feat considering how badly his hands were shaking. Arthur laid on top of Curt, his own hands busy on the T-shirt covered torso between them. His hips ground his erection mercilessly between Curt's thighs. He thought he might come just from the feel of Curt's tongue against his own and the taste of him, scotch and that subtle flavor that was purely Curt Wild.
His head jerked back as Curt's fingers worked their way into his pants and grabbed hold of him for the second time that evening. Desperately he held on, he didn't want to come just yet, but it was difficult when all he wanted was to scream Curt's name into the night.
As far as Curt was concerned, it was time for him to take control of the situation. He snaked his hand back out of Arthur's pants, ignoring the other man's protests. He sat up and pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, yanked off his boots and in seconds had his jeans and briefs shucked off. He laid back, carelessly sprawled, his penis bobbing insistently in the air like a punctuation mark.
"Suck me," he demanded, "need your tongue on me, man."
Arthur needed no further invitation, in a flash he was on his knees and taking Curt deep into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head and caressed the shaft as he slowly fucked Curt with his mouth. Curt uttered a satisfied "aaahhh" and settled back to enjoy the exquisite sensations breaking in gentle waves through his body. Then Arthur added a soft suction and Curt thought he was gonna have a heart attack. His hips bucked helplessly. "Fuck me, Arthur." He begged and grabbed hold of Arthur's head to encourage him to go faster.
With a jerk, Arthur pulled himself free from Curt's grip, so he could get up on his feet.
"Arthur?" Curt almost howled in frustration, then watched, mesmerized, as Arthur stripped for him. His pants slipped past his hips with agonizing slowness. The head of his penis popped out of the slit in Arthur's briefs, hard and glistening with moisture beading at the very tip. He made short work of the briefs, his shoes and socks. Now Arthur stood before Curt, ready to find out if it would feel just as good this time to experience Curt filling and slamming into him from behind.
He crawled back onto to the floor, his head dipping down to claim Curt's lips once again. Curt pulled Arthur hard up on top of him, his hands sought and found the firm skin of his buttocks and kneaded the cheeks of his ass. He moistened a finger, then two as he sought to ready Arthur for him and slid them into the tight puckered hole.
"Yesss." Arthur panted. He moved with Curt's fingers. "More," he begged, almost frantic with the need to feel Curt inside of him. Curt groped around the floor for his jeans and pulled a condom out of a back pocket. He pulled his fingers free from Arthur's body carefully, watching as Arthur settled himself onto the floor to wait for him. In no time flat, he had the condom on and was pushing his way into Arthur who yelped and tightened around Curt's cock.
"Aw Christ, aw fuck, oh Jesus..." He cursed almost reverently, his eyelids fluttering shut in bliss. He was barely aware of Arthur's moans of pleasure as he dove in and out. He held Arthur's shoulders to the floor as he slammed in to him.
Arthur shattered with each surge of Curt's body into his, almost, but not quite coming, ecstasy hovering bright and warm. Then it crashed over him as he sobbed Curt's name into the cushions, spending his seed onto red silk. His anus tightened and pulled the penis buried within him deep, yet deeper as Curt finally gave in and came in a bone-melting rush.
Gathering his strength, he pulled himself off of Arthur, rolled onto his back and pulled Arthur on top of him to cuddle him close. They gazed at each other, the moment too beautiful for words. Then Arthur sank against him with a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut involuntarily. It had been an evening of emotional highs and lows, exhaustion claimed them both and in mere moments, they fell asleep, clutched in each other's arms.
Now to the next parts...
Since it was so late and Curt's apartment was near, they went there on foot, giggling like a couple of school girls. Their giddiness lasted, oddly enough, only as long as it took for Curt to unlock the door. He ushered Arthur in with a small smile. "Not quite the rock star digs you were expecting, I suppose."
Arthur looked around, stunned. Curt supposed correctly, but it was a nice surprise, nonetheless. The place was spartan, furnished Japanese style with beautiful rice paper screens and cushions on the floor surrounding a low table. There was a hi-fi system against a wall, as well as a small television. It was a simple and elegant space, conveying a sense of control one just didn't normally associate with Curt Wild.
"The surprises just keep on coming." Arthur murmured, shooting Curt an assessing look.
Curt smiled warmly at Arthur, pleased that he'd liked the apartment. Not many people were allowed in here. "I'm afraid I don't have a guest room, but I imagine that won't be an issue, under the circumstances."
Arthur glanced at him, he was still feeling a bit insecure. He hadn't lied, his life had changed tremendously since he'd moved to New York. He wasn't sure he'd fit into Curt's life. To be honest, he wasn't even certain he knew the person he'd become. Odd as that had to sound, it seemed fucking stupid to Arthur himself.
He stood in the middle of Curt's apartment, waiting while Curt disappeared into the kitchen, presumably to get them both a drink.
"Take your jacket off, sit down or something. I'll just be a minute." Curt called from the kitchen. "Hey!" His blond head appeared in the doorway. "Scotch OK? I'm out of beer."
That sounded perfect, thought the nervous Arthur. "Yes, that's fine." He answered, trying to sound nonchalant, but instead making an odd high pitched squeak as he said the word 'fine.'
"Fuck" He muttered, as he ripped his jacket off his back and tossed it into a corner. Two minutes in Curt's space and he was babbling like a git and cursing like a sailor. Where was his legendary cool demeanor?
He really didn't understand was he was seeing. Earlier in the bar, when he'd run into him, Curt was unkempt. His blond hair tied loosely into a ponytail and the sides straggling down. His attitude, it had to be said was rather, well, 'curt.' Arthur mused with an inner chuckle. Feeling a bit more at ease at this wee witticism, Arthur decided to make himself comfortable and sank onto one of the large soft cushions...then promptly fell over.
Arthur was a tall man and the cushions didn't exactly give him many options regarding the placement of his legs. He could fold them or splay them out in front of him under the table. He chose the latter, soon having reason to regret his choice. He was trapped. Desperately he glanced toward the kitchen, hoping to extricate himself before Curt found him this way. He was at the point where he was feeling quite cross with himself when Curt came in with their drinks.
"Sorry I took so long---" Abruptly, Curt stopped whatever he was going to say and broke out into peals of laughter. "Oh god Arthur, you trying to kill me here?"
"Fine, fine." Arthur groused. "Have a bit of a chuckle at my expense. There's quite a bit of folk who'd like to see Arthur-Mr Control-Stuart laid low by a mere table."
"Mr Control, did you say?" Curt whispered in the trapped man's ear as he smoothly sank to his knees behind him, then reached around to hand him a glass of whisky. "You didn't seem so terribly in control a half hour ago." He nuzzled his stubbly chin into his captive's neck. "Nor do you seem that way now, Mr Stuart." Arthur sucked in a breath and held it as Curt trailed light kisses along soft skin. He set the whisky on the table before him, untouched.
"Curt, shouldn't we talk?" He gasped, his eyelids drifting shut involuntarily.
"Talk? Arthur, you are the talkingest man." Curt sat back on his heels and took a long swallow of scotch. "OK, talk." Arthur twisted around to look at Curt.
"Listen, do you think you can help me out here?" He indicated his trapped legs which elicited another chuckle form Curt.
"I don't know, what are you going to do for me in return?" Curt asked asked him, a wicked tone to his voice.
Arthur squirmed against him, starting to feel a bit frustrated. This wasn't turning out the way he wanted. Plus, it didn't help that Curt seemed determined to push his buttons when he was already feeling foolish. He didn't like that he was acting so stupid, as if the past ten years had melted away and he was once again the geeky young man who'd come to London on his own.
Then he remembered what he owed this man. The self confidence he been able to find from one magical evening when he'd been desired as well as desiring. With Curt, he'd touched the stars.
He stilled his struggles, smoothly slid his legs from under the table and turned to face Curt.
"Is the crisis over?" Curt asked him quietly.
Arthur nodded.
Curt raked a hand through his bleached locks. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I should call you a taxi or something." He rocked back on his heels, preparing to stand.
"Wait." The word came out low, but it stopped Curt like a stone.
They knelt, facing one another on the cushions, almost afraid to speak. This thing between them was too new, too fragile, a wrong word could shatter it. The next move was Arthur's, but he was at a loss. How could it be that his life had changed so profoundly in the space of a few hours?
The evening had been a roller-coaster ride of remembrance, passion and ultimately, fear. A fear of losing, reaching out only to be used and rejected. He'd lived through that before, but this time, if it was Curt, he might want to bloody well die. Something told him, as he looked at the tight wary expression Curt wore, he knew exactly how Arthur felt. He smiled and the fear became an aphrodisiac.
Curt watched the fire spark in the eyes of the man who faced him, fucking relief scuttling through him when Arthur reached for him. Arthur pushed Curt deep into the cushions, his hands cupping his face and his tongue delving between parted lips. He didn't want to be gentle, he wanted to devour this man. He needed passion and penetration, to suck the very life force out of the man who had haunted him for ten years.
Curt tore at Arthur's clothes, wanting to feel the skin he'd explored earlier. He managed to get his shirt off without shredding it to ribbons, no mean feat considering how badly his hands were shaking. Arthur laid on top of Curt, his own hands busy on the T-shirt covered torso between them. His hips ground his erection mercilessly between Curt's thighs. He thought he might come just from the feel of Curt's tongue against his own and the taste of him, scotch and that subtle flavor that was purely Curt Wild.
His head jerked back as Curt's fingers worked their way into his pants and grabbed hold of him for the second time that evening. Desperately he held on, he didn't want to come just yet, but it was difficult when all he wanted was to scream Curt's name into the night.
As far as Curt was concerned, it was time for him to take control of the situation. He snaked his hand back out of Arthur's pants, ignoring the other man's protests. He sat up and pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, yanked off his boots and in seconds had his jeans and briefs shucked off. He laid back, carelessly sprawled, his penis bobbing insistently in the air like a punctuation mark.
"Suck me," he demanded, "need your tongue on me, man."
Arthur needed no further invitation, in a flash he was on his knees and taking Curt deep into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head and caressed the shaft as he slowly fucked Curt with his mouth. Curt uttered a satisfied "aaahhh" and settled back to enjoy the exquisite sensations breaking in gentle waves through his body. Then Arthur added a soft suction and Curt thought he was gonna have a heart attack. His hips bucked helplessly. "Fuck me, Arthur." He begged and grabbed hold of Arthur's head to encourage him to go faster.
With a jerk, Arthur pulled himself free from Curt's grip, so he could get up on his feet.
"Arthur?" Curt almost howled in frustration, then watched, mesmerized, as Arthur stripped for him. His pants slipped past his hips with agonizing slowness. The head of his penis popped out of the slit in Arthur's briefs, hard and glistening with moisture beading at the very tip. He made short work of the briefs, his shoes and socks. Now Arthur stood before Curt, ready to find out if it would feel just as good this time to experience Curt filling and slamming into him from behind.
He crawled back onto to the floor, his head dipping down to claim Curt's lips once again. Curt pulled Arthur hard up on top of him, his hands sought and found the firm skin of his buttocks and kneaded the cheeks of his ass. He moistened a finger, then two as he sought to ready Arthur for him and slid them into the tight puckered hole.
"Yesss." Arthur panted. He moved with Curt's fingers. "More," he begged, almost frantic with the need to feel Curt inside of him. Curt groped around the floor for his jeans and pulled a condom out of a back pocket. He pulled his fingers free from Arthur's body carefully, watching as Arthur settled himself onto the floor to wait for him. In no time flat, he had the condom on and was pushing his way into Arthur who yelped and tightened around Curt's cock.
"Aw Christ, aw fuck, oh Jesus..." He cursed almost reverently, his eyelids fluttering shut in bliss. He was barely aware of Arthur's moans of pleasure as he dove in and out. He held Arthur's shoulders to the floor as he slammed in to him.
Arthur shattered with each surge of Curt's body into his, almost, but not quite coming, ecstasy hovering bright and warm. Then it crashed over him as he sobbed Curt's name into the cushions, spending his seed onto red silk. His anus tightened and pulled the penis buried within him deep, yet deeper as Curt finally gave in and came in a bone-melting rush.
Gathering his strength, he pulled himself off of Arthur, rolled onto his back and pulled Arthur on top of him to cuddle him close. They gazed at each other, the moment too beautiful for words. Then Arthur sank against him with a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut involuntarily. It had been an evening of emotional highs and lows, exhaustion claimed them both and in mere moments, they fell asleep, clutched in each other's arms.