Curt took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled, peering up at Henry through the viscous fumes. His previous animosity was replaced by a more welcome emotion as he eyed his friend apprehensively pacing the floor. A slight smiled played on Curt's lips as he raised his can of Coke up to his mouth for a sip.

"Man, you wouldn't BELIEVE the trouble I went through to get this soda," He chuckled faintly, suddenly capable of acknowledging the humor of the situation.

"I'm glad I could help." Henry muttered, gnawing mercilessly at his thumbnail.

Try as he might, Curt couldn't tear his eyes away from his nervous friend. Taking advantage of Henry's preoccupation, Curt let his smoky gray eyes wander up boy's slender legs to his narrow hips, hesitating at his slight waist before flittering up over his torso to his sweet face. Curt's eyes locked with Henry's for a long moment. Realizing he'd just been caught leering at his friend, Curt blushed and looked away. He lifted his burning cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply.

"Err...sorry," He muttered uncomfortably, "So...uhrm...you like it down here?"

"Yeah, I really do. I like the atmosphere, it's a room with a past. I imagine this would be a wonderful place to make love." Henry's delicate hand fluttered up to his hair to tuck a few loose strands behind his ear.

Henry's comment was more temptation that Curt could bare. Overcome by his primal urges, Curt crushed his cigarette out on the floor and stood, his heart racing in his chest as neared Henry. Curt captured Henry's eyes with his own, refusing to turn away this time. When he was close enough to feel the warmth of Henry's breath against his skin, he reached out tentatively and traced the boy's satiny lips with a light fingertip. Maintaining the intense eye contact, Henry caught Curt's finger between his generous lips and drew it expertly into his fevered mouth. Curt gasped as Henry suckled his finger, his cock stiffening uncomfortably against his snug leather pants. He withdrew his digit slowly and inclined his head toward Henry's. Curt pressed his lips firmly against his friend's, prodding his tongue gently into the boy's mouth, finally expressing through one passionate kiss all the desperate yearning he'd kept hidden for so long.

Highly aroused and short of breath, Curt explored the boy's hairless chest with his hands, pressing him back against the cragged brick wall. He thrust his hips forward, grinding his engorged shaft against Henry's in a seductive cadence. He tangled his fingers in the boy's silky mane and tugged Henry's head back, licking and biting into the creamy white flesh of his neck.

"Curt...touch me...reach beneath my kilt." Henry whispered in a breathy voice, clutching Curt's leather clad hips as they ground fiercely against him.

Curt grasped the plaid fabric in his hands, inching the kilt upward as he caressed Henry's inner thighs. Reaching between the boy's legs, Curt cupped Henry's balls tenderly in the palm of his hand.

"Jesus, you're not wearing anything under your kilt." Curt groaned, encircling Henry's shaft with his fingers. His hand worked up and down over Henry's cock, massaging his friend's thick organ until he could feel the warm trickle of pre-cum drip over his fingers.

Curt dropped swiftly to his knees and grasped the boy's rigid cock. Gazing wantonly up into Henry's face, he flicked his tongue over the weeping tip, lapping hungrily at the salty fluid. He licked the underside of Henry's shaft, lavishing it with exquisite attention before sucking the cushiony head gently between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.

"Come on Curt, take more...take all of me, don't tease." Henry begged shamelessly, his voice raspy as he tugged firmly on Curt's hair. Deliberately slowly, Curt slid his lips down over the rest of Henry's shaft, engulfing the boy's entire length in his heated cavern. He fucked the boy vigorously with his mouth, making certain he caught each of Henry's thrusts as he reached up and wriggled a finger into Henry's warm hole.

"Oh god...oh that feels so good," Henry whimpered, biting down on his lower lip to stifle his cries as Curt's finger brushed his sensitive glad. His cock began to pulsate in Curt's eager mouth as his seed shot forth in strong rhythmic jets. Curt swallowed the thick fluid as it flooded his throat, groaning as he sucked Henry's organ dry.

Climbing back up to his feet, Curt unzipped his leather pants and peeled them down over his thighs, unleashing his painfully swollen cock. With an acute sense of urgency he turned Henry around, pinning his chest to the wall as he lifted the back of his kilt.

"God, I wanna fuck you so hard," Curt growled, smoothing his hands over Henry's ass.

He spread the boy wide and rubbed the head of his cock against the boy's tight pucker, coating it generously with his pre-cum. Grunting softly, he prodded against Henry's tight ring of muscles, stabbing his way into his friend's vice-like hole until his cock was completely encased in the heat of his ass. He heard Henry suck his breath in sharply and felt the boy's body tense at the invasion, yet he couldn't contain himself. Curt pierced him over and over again, thrusting with quick harsh jabs until he could see Henry begin to relax and submit to the exquisite pleasure that followed the biting pain.

"C-Curt...yes...f-fuck me...god yes..give it to me..." Henry pushed back hard against Curt's cock, wanting to feel it buried to the hilt inside his ass.

"Bend over more." Curt commanded gently as he clutched Henry's narrow hips, his black nails cutting into the boy's milky white skin.

Pressing his palms against the coarse brick wall to steady himself, Henry bent forward and spread his legs further apart. Curt thrust into him viciously, penetrating the boy so deeply that he yelped and moaned. The two moved together in perfect rhythm, fucking in a heated frenzy. Curt's breath caught in his chest when his orgasm finally hit, blinding him in a haze of euphoric pleasure as his cock throbbed spastically, spouting streams of hot cum into Henry's ass until it ran down the inside of his legs.

When Curt was completely spent, he pulled Henry back up to a standing position and enfolded the boy tightly in his arms. He was temporarily speechless, words seemed to pale in comparison to his emotions. He could only bury his face in Henry's hair, breathe his sweet scent and revel in the moment.

"Hey, are you alright?" Henry inquired softly after several moments of silence.

"Hmm...yeah, I'm okay." Curt muttered, "I just wish we could stay like this."

"I know, I wish we didn't have to hurry off. I hate to say this, but I really should be going upstairs soon, before someone comes looking for me. The competition's probably started." Henry eased himself from Curt's embrace and adjusted his kilt.

"Man...you're a mess." Curt looked Henry over as he wiggled his skin-tight leathers up over his hips, "Sorry about that."

"Got any tissues?" Henry snickered, peeking down at his damp legs.

"Wait, use this." Curt slipped his jacket off his shoulders and pulled his black t-shirt over his head. He tossed it over to Henry with a crooked smile.

"Don't tell me you intend to walk around school with no shirt on. That's begging for trouble, Curt. You'll not only be gay, but you'll be an exhibitionist as well!" Henry raised his eyebrows, shooting his friend an incredulous look.

"Well, we're both burning in hell anyway, right?" Curt laughed, watching Henry wipe at his legs with the t-shirt, "Seriously though, I can just zip my jacket up...no one will even know."

"Okay, I think I'm all set." Henry tossed the shirt back at Curt, who dodged it playfully, feigning an expression of disgust.

"All right, I guess we should go then." Curt sighed, not wanting to part ways so soon. There were so many foreign emotions coursing through him and he couldn't express a single one. He didn't often have the urge to share his feelings with another person, now that he wanted to he wasn't sure he'd know how...at least not without sounding foolish.

"Will you meet me afterwards?" Henry gazed sweetly at Curt and took his hand. Holding it in his own, he traced the lines on Curt's palm with his fingertip.

"Course I will." He grinned, leaning over to kiss Henry one last time.

* OH! You Pretty Things!

Curt leaned idly against the wall, watching intently as the audience filed out of the crowded auditorium. Through the flood of bodies and faces, he searched for Henry. When he finally caught a glimpse of his friend, he lifted his hand and waved.

"Hey!" Curt bellowed to Henry from across the room. Henry beamed, pushing his way through the mass of bodies to make his way over to his friend. Curt watched Henry approach with an odd mixture of excitement and pride. During the competition, he'd stood alone at the back of the auditorium, watching Henry's performance in awe. Curt was always amazed by Henry's grace and energy on stage. He wondered how a boy who was prone to tripping over his own feet could transform himself into a wonderful dancer with what seemed like such little effort.

"God! I didn't think I'd ever find you!" Henry gasped, gesturing to the crowd, "I can't believe it's this crowded."

"I know...and congratulations, by the way." Curt immediately grabbed for his friend's hand, lacing his fingers through Henry's.

"Aww...but we only came in second. I know we can perform much better than we did here today." Henry gave Curt's hand an affectionate squeeze, "Thanks though."

"Well, I've gotta tell you - you really looked GOOD up there." Curt grinned, his gray eyes glinting mischievously as he peered at Henry.

"Oh really? HOW good?" Henry pressed, snuggling dangerously close against Curt.

"Very." Curt whispered, suddenly struck by an urge to kiss Henry hotly on the mouth. Henry seemed to be feeling courageous as well. He stepped in front of Curt and threw his slender arms around his neck, tilting his angelic face upward, daring Curt to kiss him.

"You're bad Henry, so bad." Curt grumbled beneath his breath, unable to resist the invitation. He brought his face close to Henry's, tenderly grazing and licking the boy's full lips before sliding his tongue into the warmth of his mouth. A faint moan escaped from Henry's throat as Curt's tongue slithered against his, accosting his mouth with a fierce hunger. Curt felt his friend's dainty fingers fumble with the zipper on his jacket as he gently tugged it down. Henry nudged the leather jacket open just enough to expose Curt's bare torso. He pressed tightly against Curt's warm flesh, caressing and stroking his smooth chest with hands. The crowd around them seemed to blur before Curt's eyes until all but the two of them had faded. Oblivious to everyone but Henry, he slipped his hands around the boy, letting them drift down over his backside. Curt stroked Henry's ass through the fabric of his kilt, groaning at the knowledge that he was naked beneath it.

"Hey STOP that! You two are disgusting!" A gruff, angry voice startled Curt back to reality. He broke away from Henry's embrace, blinking his way back down from the blissful state he'd been enveloped in.

Curt regarded the boy before them with disdain. He was typically annoyed by the cavemen parading around school and greatly sickened by the Wrath of God Club...this boy standing before him was a strange blend of both. He appeared every bit the primitive man while brandishing the badge of god in the form of a huge glinting cross displayed around his neck.

"Why the hell don't you mind your own business?" Curt demanded, his brows furrowing as the day's pent-up hostilities suddenly rushed back with a vengeance. Henry stepped forward, placing himself between Curt and the other boy to prevent the possibility of physical contact. Curt knew Henry was a pacifist and would suffer just about any injustice to keep the peace.

"Why?? Because what you're doing is unnatural! You have no right infecting innocent people with your sin...you'll...you'll..." the boy stuttered.

"We'll WHAT Brian? We'll infect others...perhaps make them gay as well?" Henry reached for Curt's hand, "Come on Curt, let's go. We don't have to subject ourselves to such ignorance."

"NO! I don't thinks so! NO WAY! I'm getting a teacher right now. You can't do this kinda thing here at school and expect to get away with it." Brian hollered in a pious rage. Curious onlookers were beginning to gather around the group of boys.

"Really, Henry...I'm so disappointed in you. You're a nice person, you have such potential. I would expect this behavior from low life like HIM, but not from you." A young girl with reddish blonde hair came up beside Brian to contribute her remarks.

"Where the hell did she come from?" Curt turned to shoot Henry a quizzical expression, Henry rolled his eyes in response, "And who's going to stop us from walking right away? You...Brian? I don't think so...your bloodthirsty god?! Don't make me laugh. You think Henry and I will be stricken down as soon as we step outside this building, punished for our deviant ways? I doubt it. If god exists, he certainly must have more pressing issues to deal with...aside from where I put my cock, I mean." Curt slung an arm around Henry's shoulders and gave Brian a flirtatious wink. Shocked and offended gasps erupted from the growing crowd.

"That's blasphemy! Don't you have any fear for your immortal souls?" Brian droned on in his fire and brimstone timbre.

"Let's go Curt." Henry muttered calmly, coaxing Curt away from the scene.

"My parents WILL be contacting the school to report this incident boys...you won't get away with this! I promise." Brian was pointing a stern finger at them now, feeling every bit righteous as other students began to chime in - all of them ranting and raving about sin, blasphemy and eternal fire.

Curt came to a sudden halt, entertaining the wicked idea that had just seized hold of his mind. He turned back to the crowd with a spiteful grin and extended both his middle fingers, seeking to provoke another holy tantrum. Enjoying the shock value of his own little performance, he decided to take the act a step further. Grabbing heartily at his crotch, Curt flicked his tongue out at the Christian zealots in a reptilian like manner...satisfied only when he saw their horrified expressions.

A sudden and firm whack landed across his back, bringing his lewd performance to an end.

"Hey, what's that for...aren't you supposed to be a pacifist?" Curt yelped, exaggerating the effect of Henry's blow.

"Jesus Curt, stop being so crude!" Henry whispered his face registering surprise. He locked his arm through Curt's and escorted him through the exit hastily.

"You want to know something, Henry? Abusing them back for a change...well...it feels good. They all hate me anyway, so what's it matter?" Curt shrugged his shoulders and glanced sheepishly at Henry. His friend nodded his understanding.

"Will it be bad at home if the school calls your father?" Henry asked, his voice full of concern.

"No worse than usual, besides they might not even get a hold of him. He's out drinking every night, lays in bed just about all day. He never even gets up to answer the phone." Curt snickered bitterly, "I don't care either way. It was worth it."

"My parents will be irate." A slight smile played at Henry's curvy lips.

"Will you be able to get out...I mean to see me?" Curt slipped an arm around Henry's slight waist as they walked along the street, still marveling at how wonderful it felt to touch him this way. He doubted anything had ever felt this good, the thought almost terrified him. He wasn't accustomed to the sense of hope and contentment that was suddenly welling up inside him.

"Oh I'll get out...don't worry about that. They can't keep me from seeing you." Henry spoke with determination, placing a light kiss on Curt's cheek to seal his promise.

"Cool." Curt smiled shyly, realizing as he listened to Henry that they were going to take a shot at something real. It was all he'd been waiting to hear...and everything he needed.