"Just A Quickie"
Velvet Goldmine
#1 'Practice Makes Perfect'
Curt bounded into the room like an overzealous puppy dog. Brian sat straddling a stool and drew his gaze toward the entrance.
“I thought you weren’t going to come,” he said with a slight smile.
Curt strode over to him and in a low raspy voice uttered, “For you, I’ll always come.”
He laughed, but suddenly grew serious and grabbed Brian around the waist, bringing their hips together.
“I take it you’re eager to get things moving along,” Brain said, eyes never leaving Curt’s heated gaze.
Curt merely nodded in reply. The tension in the air was intense. It was different when they had earlier discussed what was going to take place at their ‘private meeting’. Both wanted it to be intimate, yet exciting, bold, but incredibly sensuous. Only now that they were in the same room...alone together, did they fully realize what they had agreed to.
Noting Brian’s eagerness to begin, Curt pushed him aside and slowly began to back away.
Brian however did not take offence at his actions, rather took Curt up on his little game. He set in to predatory mode, his delicate cat like frame slinking across the room as he stalked his prey.
Positioning himself in front of Curt’s beckoning leather clad hips, he knelt, and this time it was his turn to warp an arm around Curt’s waist.
Curt gasped at the quick action and smiled as Brain took the lead, taking Curt’s instrument into his mouth.
Curt delighted at the attention directed to his crotch. His thoughts were running wild with Brian taking on a taste expedition in front of him.
Brian ran his tongue along its hard surface, familiarising himself with the different texture. Next he gently grazed his teeth slowly up and down the firm piece of equipment.
Then momentarily as if waking back to reality, Brian looked up and into Curt’s eyes. Appearing shocked at the events which had just transpired, he quickly stumbled backward on all four limbs to the other side of the room. The tables had turned and now the hunter had become the hunted.
Once Brian had escaped his new found predator he lay breath taken on the ground.
Brian briefly closed his eyes and was startled when he felt the force of Curt’s strong hand take his and lift him to his feet.
“How was that?” Brian asked seeking Curt’s approval.
“You were brilliant babe,” he said, “but you stopped too early.”
With a devilish grin Curt took the guitar from around his neck and placed it on Brain.
“Here, put this on and I’ll show you how it should be done.”
Brian took the cumbersome guitar, but couldn’t resist adding, “Perhaps later we could rehearse without the guitar.”