| Part Two After a few hours of research and calls to contacts that he�d been smart enough to keep up with, Curt found himself in the lobby of Jackson Hotel. He scrunched his nose up in distaste at the stained carpet and musty scent that hung in the air. He soon realized that he was receiving unwanted glances from the desk clerk and quickly shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking towards the hall where the first level of rooms were located. After making his way through the entire ground floor of the hotel, Curt was beginning to wonder why he had made such a big deal of finding Brian. Unconsciously, he began to tread up the stairs to the second level of the three story hotel. On the way he kept running different scenarios through his head. What would Brian do when they met again? What was he supposed to say? What if Brian had no desire to see him? Curt nearly walked into a groupie that was sprawled in the middle of the hallway. He rolled his eyes and stepped over the stoned boy. Yeah, Brian was here all right. A few more followers were littered throughout the hallway but stopped in front of a door with the number 217 painted on in chipped blue paint. Heart pounding in his throat, Curt placed his clammy hand on the handle and pushed the door open. Closing it behind him, he let his eyes readjust to the dim light of the room. Tattered curtains covered the window, only letting hazy afternoon sun in. His eyes darted across the room until they fell upon what he had dreamed of for so long. Brian, brown hair disheveled and eyes swollen from fatigue and tears, lay sprawled out on the bed in a restless sleep. The red coverlet that he had collapsed onto was worn and faded. He was completely naked except for the pair of leather pants slung low on his thin hips. Curt couldn�t help but let out a loving chuckle and wonder if they would ever tire of leather. Without thinking, Curt peeled off his jacket and shirt and crawled on top of Brian, who was still oblivious to his presence. He took a moment to drink in the sight of his lover, the feeling of him securely between his thighs. Before he could change his mind, Curt swooped in and planted a soft kiss on Brian�s barely parted lips. He stirred a bit but still didn�t wake. Brows furrowing in frustration, Curt leaned in again, this time with more force. His tongue slipped between Brian�s lips and he slowly caressed the supple richness of his mouth. It felt so good to touch him again. His taste was just as Curt remembered, cigarettes and alcohol, but not too strong. Tasted so good, like nothing else on earth� Immersing himself in the rhythm of the kiss, Curt�s body seemed to take over. His hips grinded against Brian�s in painfully slow circles, making them both instantly hard. The sound of leather rubbing together and low moaning reverberated throughout the small room. For several moments they rocked together, bodies lithe and pulses racing. Curt could feel himself just about to lose control when they parted lips and heard Brian whisper, �Oh Curt�� and that was all it took for him to come in a burst and arrive shattering back to reality. Brian soon followed and they lay together, softly panting. Curt�s entire body was trembling as he laced their fingers together. �Brian.� Fully awake now, Brian reached up with his free hand and touched a piece of Curt�s hair. �You�re here,� he managed to choke out. �No shit,� Curt said with a laugh, failing miserably in keeping his tough exterior. �Don�t leave me again,� Brian whispered, pain evident on his soft features. That was when the tears he had held in for so long began to spill forth and fall off the bridge of his nose and onto Brian�s warm skin. �I won�t, babe.� Brian nodded and helped Curt strip off his dirty trousers before removing his own and settled down with the older man nuzzled against his chest. Just before both fell into the most satisfying sleep they had experienced in years, Curt�s husky voice quietly sang out, �I wanna feel it�� |