| ~I Wanna Feel It~ Part One Arthur awoke to the sound of Curt fumbling for a cigarette beside him. He kept his eyes closed and listened to the steady sound of Curt�s breathing as he took in a thick puff of smoke. Curt absentmindedly began to trace the frame of the young man. �You awake?� he asked voice husky from sleep and his soul baring performance the previous night. Arthur shuddered slightly, remembering last night when Curt had slowly pulled the shirt off his trembling body, running fingers over his sensitive nipples. Trying to compose himself he whispered, �Yeah�yeah I�m up.� They were quiet for a few moments; Curt trying to lose�or find himself in a haze of smoke while Arthur smiled bashfully, wondering what one did after waking up in the arms of a rock star. He treasured the fact that Curt had treated him like a lover last night and not just some cheap one night stand. He felt�different. The smoggy London air seemed rich and clean. Arthur could tell that Curt wasn�t on the same cloud nine that he was, though. He was missing someone terribly; the same Demon that had come into Arthur�s dreams as an adolescent. The silence was on the verge of becoming uncomfortable when Arthur asked slowly, �Curt? Are�well, this will sound stupid.� He sighed and swallowed hard. �Are you happy?� Thinking the boy was worried about his �skills,� Curt laughed and leaned over to fist Arthur�s arousal. �You were great last night.� �No�wait, Curt!� the name came out as a squeak �W-w-what I meant was�ahhhhh,� Arthur arched his back as Curt massaged both hands up and down the length of his erection. His breathing was coming in quick, erratic bursts and the blood was pumping wildly through his body. Within moments, Curt�s face was between Arthur�s legs and he pressed wide, openmouthed kisses along his inner thigh. Arthur let out a choked sob at the feeling of Curt�s tongue so close to his crotch. He wanted so badly for Curt to make love to him but the knowledge that Curt didn�t love him was what finally gave him the strength to make it stop. He cupped Curt�s cheek so their eyes were locked. Unwillingly, Arthur closed his legs and pulled his pair of tight, shining pants back over his hips. Quite nervously he corrected himself, �N-no Curt. I mean, really happy. Like how happy you were with Brian.� Curt�s eyes turned a shade of stormy gray at the mention of his former lover. He took a long drag from his cigarette and held it in for a moment before asking, �What the hell made you think of him?� Hoping that Curt would resist his obvious urge to punch him, Arthur said, �I just mean that, when you were with Brian�you seemed so happy. The kind of happiness that goes so much deeper than,� he shivered, �a night of great sex on a roof.� For a moment it almost looked as if Curt was going to answer before he spat, �Look, I don�t know what makes you think you�re some kind of fucking shrink.� Arthur blushed and lowered his gaze; he should have kept his mouth shut. Looking away, Curt cursed under his breath and stared at the skyline of London. People were already busy with their lives, under the blissful misconception that they actually meant something. And who was this kid who had asked about Brian? No one had asked about Brian. Except�what was his name? Arthur. With his deep thoughts and shy eyes that seemed to be filling up with tears. Suddenly Curt felt a tiny twinge of guilt for raising his voice at the fragile boy. Curt sighed, �Hey, I didn�t mean,� he closed his eyes and searched for the right words. �I didn�t�what I�m trying to say is,� Curt Wild didn�t apologize. �Sorry,� he said hoarsely, placing his calloused hand on Arthur�s. Arthur flinched slightly and wished that Curt didn�t make him feel so damn good. Not wanting to say or do anything to embarrass himself further, he choked out, �You should go to him.� �Maxwell Demon doesn�t want anything more in his life than fame, drugs and a good fuck every night.� Curt muttered under his breath. His cigarette was a mere stub now and he casually threw it off the side of the roof. Arthur sighed, �You know as well as I do that�s not true. He�s lonely, Curt. And no one wants that.� Curt squinted against the rising sun. �You�re a crazy kid.� Blushing deeply, he reached for his shirt and put it back on, trying to create as many barriers between himself and this beautiful, tortured man as possible. His groin was already tightening in protest. As painful as it was, he made a move to leave until he felt Curt�s palm against his shoulder. �You�re a crazy kid�crazy and smart.� Curt pressed his lips to Arthur�s in an act of exquisite tenderness. He threaded his fingers through the young man�s hair and whispered, �I�m gonna go to Brian.� Arthur managed a smile and watched as Curt dressed himself. He pulled his bleached hair back into a ponytail and headed towards the stairs that lead back to the real world. �Thanks,� Curt mouthed. And before Arthur could even blink, he was gone. |