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Bleeding Hearts -- Act 1 Scene 3 right, here's part 3.... i still havent gotten much written on act 2 and its coming up soon, blah. im too stressed right now to write ^&^ I have exams all next week, plus an assload of reading to do for a class im taking overseas (britain, yum) this summer... which means if i dont get the story done in two weeks you guys are gonna hafta go a month w.o the conclusion... is that okay? would you mind it horribly overmuch? i know its evil to leave people hanging but thats the only choice i really have rightnow... cos in the two weeks i have to read stuff, spend oodles of time with my friends who i will miss like crazy, study for exams ::coughcough::, get my crap together for the trip... anyway i'll stop babbling and give up the goods xxoo vanessa BLEEDING HEARTS ACT 1 SCENE 3 The low rumble of the bus alternately lulled Brian to sleep and woke him again. Snippets of music, laughter and low conversation wove their way through his subconscious mind, stringing together unconnected scenes in lucid dreams. He was in a crowd, watching himself on stage, he couldnt move. He was in a decrepit flat, shooting heroin. He was flying, underwater, in another body. He was back at school in Luxembourg, running from bullies. Running from Stef. He was falling. Failing. His parents were yelling at him. He was yelling at a reporter. He was kissing Stef in front of a reporter. Stef was saying something softly, Steve was moaning-- The bus slowed, hitting a speed bump and Brian's head knocked into the window, jarring him from his doze. He slowly roused himself, cracking his eyes open. His head was pounding and he couldn't see straight, but as far as he could tell the bus had stopped moving and was empty. 'What the hell is going on?' he thought to himself, trying to make some sense of where he was and what was going on. He blinked and re-opened his eyes, only to see, past a half-drawn curtain, what had manifested in his dream. Steve was straddling Stef on the bed at the back of the bus, determinedly caressing the larger man's neck and upper chest with his mouth. The noises coming from behind the parted cloth left no doubt in Brian's fogged mind what was going on. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to lose the image that burned into his mind. He tried to ignore the sounds, but they still invaded his head. "How's that, hmm? Like it?" Steve momentarily lifted his head to look up at Stef. "I do believe my own tricks are being used against me," Stef noted, his eyes closed. Steve laughed softly. "And I don't think you're about to object..." He nipped quickly at a nipple, drawing a soft gasp. Stef clenched his fingers twined in Steve's hair, drawing a cry in return. "For God's sake, do you want to wake Brian?" Stef hissed. "We can't 'keep it down' if you insist upon doing that." 'I think it's a bit late for that,' Brian thought sourly. Steve paused, looking into the other man's eyes. "That's true..." he began slowly, almost slyly. "Perhaps we should just occupy our mouths so they can't be so loud." "That, my love, is a very good idea." Stef reached for the front of Steve's pants, quickly unzipping them and tugging them down. Steve's hands responded in kind, and the two quickly shed their clothes. As they fell backwards together on the bed, one hand reached out to tug the curtain closed the rest of the way. "I can't believe we forgot that," murmured Stef. "Well, Brian's asleep and everyone else is in the diner getting breakfast, so it can't matter too much..." Steve was cut off as his lips were slowly smothered by another pair, and they met with no resistance. Steve wrapped his arms tightly around Stef's back as he slipped his tongue into the other man's mouth. Stef ran his hands down the sides of Steve's body, feeling him writhe beneath him. He ran a large hand across the outside of a thigh, and Steve pressed his hips upwards. His hard cock was almost painfully pressed between the two bodies, but the feeling of it up against another was divine; more than making up for the fact it was almost painfully squeezed between them. "Mmmmmmm..." 'Jesus CHRIST! What the hell are they doing?' Brian was indignant, but curious. He sat quietly, finding himself strangely enthralled by the noises coming from the back of the bus. He wasn't sure what exactly what was going on, but he had a damned good imagination. 'This is quite the interesting situation,' he mused to himself. 'By the sounds of things, my two best friends are going at it back there, thinking I'm asleep and unaware. Hah.' A persistant twinge was indication that he was anything but unaware. One of Brian's dark-nailed hands slowly placed itself above the growing bulge in the front of his pants, lightly stroking it through the thin fabric. His hand moved absently as he listened intently to his bandmates. He lost track of everything, his world was so focused. A sharp, distinctive moan from behind the curtain brought Brian's attention back to the world and, realizing that he was nearly at the point of making a mess of his pants, he decided it was time to "wake up". He jerked his body sideways as though rousing from a dream, kicked the seat in front of him, swore, yawned, and generally made noise. He stood up -- too fast, it turned out, having to stop and grab the back of his seat to stop the world from spinning -- and noisily made his way to the small lavatory at the back of the bus. He relieved himself of the mounting pressure and fell back against the wall, utterly exhausted. "Ohh--" Steve clenched his jaw as the waves of ecstacy swept over his body, aware that he had to be careful not to wake Brian. "Holy....--" *Stomp stomp crash* "--Shit...Oh! No! Brian's up..." Steve groaned, in equal parts pleasure and dismay. Stef opened his eyes and shot a despairing glance at the ceiling, at the same time reaching for the clothing he had recently pulled from his body. "Do you think we woke him up, Stef?" Steve sounded worried. "I don't think so...it sounded like he woke himself up." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself. "I hope so...." Brian fell heavily back into his seat, still half-asleep and unsure of what exactly was going on. Just then the door to the bus slammed open as the rest of the tour crew returned from breakfast. Brian groaned at the sudden noise; his headache had just returned with a vengeance. He was greeted with a few cheery comments about 'sleeping beauty finally having woken', which he ignored and went back to sleep. 'Damn this hangover. Damn damn damn.' Prev | Next Home |