Curt/Brian- the first time
Brian lay back. A hand brushed his naked chest. He glanced down at a pretty dark haired girl with heavy lids. He glanced away. Two naked girls groped eachother at his feet. At the other end of the couch, a man sat, moaning as a half naked teenaged boy kissed and licked his toes.
The room was full of incredible pairings, twosomes, threesomes, fivesomes, boys, girls, both, and some where it was hard to tell which was which. Brian til very recently had been an enthusiast for such scenes, and had indulged many many times, as had Mandy. He looked blankly across the room at the sight of his wife eagerly kissing and suckling the nipples of slender redhead.
Yes, at one point he felt, when in the midst of these scenes, that he had most assuredly Arrived at The Pinnacle.
Tonite, though ... and ever since ... ever since ... ever ... since ...
Curt ...
... he had lost any and all interest. Instantly. Which he found frustrating as fuck. Curt, the raw, primal, volatile creature ... to whom he felt an immediate, indescribably intense connection from the first moments. Curt was Man stripped down, bare, and
true. Ugly at times, violent, fucked up, brilliant, and ... completely unhinged. Brian had never met anyone like him, not even close. He was in total awe of Curt, and, also, unfortunately, completely in love.
He shifted in his seat. The dark haired girl absently kissed his chest. He turned away and closed his eyes, and there He was (as usual). The Bastard. Who had shown zero interest in Brian in that way, or any boy, at least as far as he could tell. Jerry threw them together for numerous photo ops and press parties and marketed them as the first 'beautiful couple' of the glam era, and to Curt it all seemed a laugh. All while Brian was burning. He thought of the time he had gone backstage following Curt's gig, ecstatic about an especially loud, raw performance, only to find Curt banging 3 girls, with 3 more standing aside waiting their turn. No boys allowed, apparently. His face colored with jealousy and he walked out before Curt knew he was there, past 2 girls kneeling in the hallway blowing a roadie. A very straight, macho scene. No queers here.
Brian squeezed his eyes shut, determined not to think of such things. He opened them again and absently watched as the girl fingered and licked at his nipple. Suddenly on the other side of the room, the door swung open with a crash, ... and there He was. Brian's heart leapt. Shirtless, black leather pants, smudged eyeliner, blonde hair awry, in walked Curt ... with a girl under each arm.
Why ... why?!?
Curt strode confidently past, giving Brian a passing glance, and headed for the couch behind. Brian slumped visibly. He resisted the urge to get up and leave, now. He wanted so much to be 'cool' like Curt, to shrug it all off. What the fuck was he expecting, anyway? How many fairies have ever come out of Detroit ?
In pain and frustration, Brian turned to the boy next to him, grasped his face with both hands, and kissed him hard and full on the mouth. He wanted only to disappear, obliterate himself. The boy, whom he had never seen before, immediately groped for Brian's pants. Brian did not even find him, a pimply teeanger, attractive. But that wasn't supposed to matter at these 'arty parties', which were about sheer, blind gluttony. Doing Everything and Everyone, Because You Can.
He turned the boy's face slightly and found that he now had a clear view of Curt, sitting on the couch behind, who, strangely, seemed to be completely ignoring the two babelettes that flanked him. One had a hand buried in his hair, and was bending to kiss his neck, while the other stroked his chest. Confused, Brian raised his eyes, ... and found Curt's staring back.
Brian blinked. The pimply boy slid his thin lips from Brian's and slobbered over his neck. Brian blinked again. Curt, head turning slightly in response to the female at his neck, stared, the pale blue of his eyes bright and clear.
The man at the edge of the couch suddenly moved towards the pimply boy, and unzipped him. He then grasped at Brian's hand and brought it down to the boy's cock, wrapping it tightly around the shaft. Brian glanced up at Curt, who watched him, unblinking, eyes piercing and intense. Brian swallowed. What was going on here? He glanced down absently at the involutary motion of his hand, which was being made to move quicker. When he looked back, Curt was still watching, eyes locked on
Brian.
Brian's head was spinning. His chest felt tight. He looked back into Curt's eyes, baffled, searching for answers.
Suddenly Curt moved to stand, loosening himself from the grip of the two girls. He took a few steps, glancing away briefly to grasp a whiskey bottle on the mantle, and then back at Brian, moving slowly towards the door, which Brian knew led to the master bedroom.
He took a few more steps and then paused briefly before the door, still staring, eyes boring into Brian's, and then turned and slipped through the door.
Brian swallowed hard. Did that really just happen?? Had he somehow imagined it?? In the middle of the surreal scene that a drug fueled orgy always was, he often seem to float along, watching himself from a distance, however he knew he had not even had a drink this time.
He yanked his hand away from the boy and noticed it was shaking. The man quicky knelt to take the boy. Brian stood and ran a hand over his mouth, disbelieving what he was about to do.
He moved slowly, shakily towards the door, aware of eyes on him. He took a breath to steady himself, pushed on the partly opened door and moved into the room.
Curt was standing 3 feet away, taking a swig from the bottle. His eyes were alight, focused. He spoke softly.
"Close the door".
Brian moved a hand against it. It shut with a click.
Curt moved closer. He handed him the bottle.
"What is it?", Brian asked.
"It doesn't matter."
Brian brought it to his lips. Curt watched as he swallowed with a gulp, and moved in close, taking the bottle and putting it on the nightstand behind them. He raised his hands to Brian's shoulders and whispered into his mouth, speaking slowly.
"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold."
Curt ran a soft finger along Brian's jaw. Brian's heart banged hard in his chest.
"The curves of your lips rewrite history." The gap closed between them, and their mouthes met for the first time, and closed over one another, softly at first, almost shyly, and then, rapidly, with a fierceness and intensity that took them both by surprise.
Their head turned quickly side to side, positioning and repositioning, small breathy moans escaping. They grasped at eachother and Brian's hand slipped down to Curt's zipper, where it was immediately batted away.
"Not yet," he whispered, and pushed Brian forcefully back onto the bed. He landed with a bounce and steadied himself on his elbows, cock raging.
Curt stood back, eyeing him up and down, and whispered in a gravelly voice.
"Lay back."
Brian complied.
"Hands up- on the headboard."
Brian raised his arms above him and grasped the wrungs, panting softly with excitement. He'd never been directed like this before and definitely, definitely liked it. He in fact had to resist the ridiculous urge to ask Curt to keep telling him what to do.
Curt approached. The depth and intensity of his glare was spellbinding, as if he was controlling Brian with his eyes. Brian didn't know if he could be more turned on than he was then, no matter what else happened. His head was spinning and his cock ached for release. He was in fact embarrassed by it's glaring obviousness.
Curt put one knee on the bed, and then the other, taking his time, and spoke from his throat.
"I've been watching you."
"Yes, yes, I know --", Brian stammered.
"--No, I don't mean tonite, I mean for ... a while now."
Brian gulped.
"B-but why, why have you never--"
Curt climbed up his body.
"--I was waiting, Brian."
Curt hovered against him, their lips brushing together.
"Waiting for what?"
Curt's eyes seered deeply into Brian's.
"For when we were both ready."
There was a momentary pause before they lunged for eachother, mouthes mashed together, biting and bruising, tongues darting and intertwining. Brian shook with want, and felt an intensity of desire he absolutely had never felt before.
Curt broke away suddenly, grasped both of Brian's hands in one of his, and wordlessly returned them to the headboard. Brian's stomach lurched- he was so extremely turned on by Curt's control of the scene he was afraid his pants were going to burst wide open. When Curt's gaze locked on his again, he held his breath and tightly gripped the headboard. As Curt's face lowered, he felt his eyes roll back in his head. It was, all of it, so close to perfection he still couldn't believe it was real.
The feeling of Curt's lips and warm breath on his neck, however, was very real indeed. He licked Brian's flesh, and worked his way back til he could taste his mouth in a deep, fiercely passionate kiss. It went on for several minutes, with all the rush of pent up energy and angst and building lust pouring forth between them, like an exercise of hidden inner demons. The room filled with the sounds of their soft panting and urgent, breathy moans.
Brian simultaneously ached to hold Curt close to his body, and also to flip him over and take him with a violence borne of the deepest lust he had ever experienced. The feeling of being 'taken', however, combined with the delicious discovery of this side of Curt, was far too exquisite to mess with.
Not that it should have come as a surprise. Curt was as natural and obvious a 'top' as there ever was; a perfect match for Brian's well established 'bottom'. Brian preferred to think of it as 'yin/yang'- natural, beautiful, and right, and was in danger of floating
away from it all.
Before he could, Curt broke away and lowered his mouth to Brian's neck, collarbone, and finally his nipples, sucking and grazing particularly hard on them, to a point bordering on pain. How had Curt known that this particular sensation had always driven him nuts?? And that each flick of his tongue caused a particularly strong and delicious corresponding pull in his loins?
Curt looked up and watched, seeming to delight in the writhing and gasping he was causing.
Brian grasped the headboard tighter and raised his hips, deliberately grinding his swollen cock into Curt's chest. Curt let out a sudden breathy laugh and spoke in a gravelly whisper.
"You are an impatient boy, aren't you?"
Brian spoke thru clenched teeth.
"Curt, please."
"No, Brian- I've been waiting for what feels like forever and I- *we're* going to savor this," Curt replied. He looked up. "Got it?"
Oh, god, Brian was surely going to peak on the spot. He would not allow himself to ruin their very first encounter however, so he met Curt's gaze, nodded wearily, and panted out a yes, not having a single clue as to where or how he would find the strength or self control.
The room was full of incredible pairings, twosomes, threesomes, fivesomes, boys, girls, both, and some where it was hard to tell which was which. Brian til very recently had been an enthusiast for such scenes, and had indulged many many times, as had Mandy. He looked blankly across the room at the sight of his wife eagerly kissing and suckling the nipples of slender redhead.
Yes, at one point he felt, when in the midst of these scenes, that he had most assuredly Arrived at The Pinnacle.
Tonite, though ... and ever since ... ever since ... ever ... since ...
Curt ...
... he had lost any and all interest. Instantly. Which he found frustrating as fuck. Curt, the raw, primal, volatile creature ... to whom he felt an immediate, indescribably intense connection from the first moments. Curt was Man stripped down, bare, and
true. Ugly at times, violent, fucked up, brilliant, and ... completely unhinged. Brian had never met anyone like him, not even close. He was in total awe of Curt, and, also, unfortunately, completely in love.
He shifted in his seat. The dark haired girl absently kissed his chest. He turned away and closed his eyes, and there He was (as usual). The Bastard. Who had shown zero interest in Brian in that way, or any boy, at least as far as he could tell. Jerry threw them together for numerous photo ops and press parties and marketed them as the first 'beautiful couple' of the glam era, and to Curt it all seemed a laugh. All while Brian was burning. He thought of the time he had gone backstage following Curt's gig, ecstatic about an especially loud, raw performance, only to find Curt banging 3 girls, with 3 more standing aside waiting their turn. No boys allowed, apparently. His face colored with jealousy and he walked out before Curt knew he was there, past 2 girls kneeling in the hallway blowing a roadie. A very straight, macho scene. No queers here.
Brian squeezed his eyes shut, determined not to think of such things. He opened them again and absently watched as the girl fingered and licked at his nipple. Suddenly on the other side of the room, the door swung open with a crash, ... and there He was. Brian's heart leapt. Shirtless, black leather pants, smudged eyeliner, blonde hair awry, in walked Curt ... with a girl under each arm.
Why ... why?!?
Curt strode confidently past, giving Brian a passing glance, and headed for the couch behind. Brian slumped visibly. He resisted the urge to get up and leave, now. He wanted so much to be 'cool' like Curt, to shrug it all off. What the fuck was he expecting, anyway? How many fairies have ever come out of Detroit ?
In pain and frustration, Brian turned to the boy next to him, grasped his face with both hands, and kissed him hard and full on the mouth. He wanted only to disappear, obliterate himself. The boy, whom he had never seen before, immediately groped for Brian's pants. Brian did not even find him, a pimply teeanger, attractive. But that wasn't supposed to matter at these 'arty parties', which were about sheer, blind gluttony. Doing Everything and Everyone, Because You Can.
He turned the boy's face slightly and found that he now had a clear view of Curt, sitting on the couch behind, who, strangely, seemed to be completely ignoring the two babelettes that flanked him. One had a hand buried in his hair, and was bending to kiss his neck, while the other stroked his chest. Confused, Brian raised his eyes, ... and found Curt's staring back.
Brian blinked. The pimply boy slid his thin lips from Brian's and slobbered over his neck. Brian blinked again. Curt, head turning slightly in response to the female at his neck, stared, the pale blue of his eyes bright and clear.
The man at the edge of the couch suddenly moved towards the pimply boy, and unzipped him. He then grasped at Brian's hand and brought it down to the boy's cock, wrapping it tightly around the shaft. Brian glanced up at Curt, who watched him, unblinking, eyes piercing and intense. Brian swallowed. What was going on here? He glanced down absently at the involutary motion of his hand, which was being made to move quicker. When he looked back, Curt was still watching, eyes locked on
Brian.
Brian's head was spinning. His chest felt tight. He looked back into Curt's eyes, baffled, searching for answers.
Suddenly Curt moved to stand, loosening himself from the grip of the two girls. He took a few steps, glancing away briefly to grasp a whiskey bottle on the mantle, and then back at Brian, moving slowly towards the door, which Brian knew led to the master bedroom.
He took a few more steps and then paused briefly before the door, still staring, eyes boring into Brian's, and then turned and slipped through the door.
Brian swallowed hard. Did that really just happen?? Had he somehow imagined it?? In the middle of the surreal scene that a drug fueled orgy always was, he often seem to float along, watching himself from a distance, however he knew he had not even had a drink this time.
He yanked his hand away from the boy and noticed it was shaking. The man quicky knelt to take the boy. Brian stood and ran a hand over his mouth, disbelieving what he was about to do.
He moved slowly, shakily towards the door, aware of eyes on him. He took a breath to steady himself, pushed on the partly opened door and moved into the room.
Curt was standing 3 feet away, taking a swig from the bottle. His eyes were alight, focused. He spoke softly.
"Close the door".
Brian moved a hand against it. It shut with a click.
Curt moved closer. He handed him the bottle.
"What is it?", Brian asked.
"It doesn't matter."
Brian brought it to his lips. Curt watched as he swallowed with a gulp, and moved in close, taking the bottle and putting it on the nightstand behind them. He raised his hands to Brian's shoulders and whispered into his mouth, speaking slowly.
"The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold."
Curt ran a soft finger along Brian's jaw. Brian's heart banged hard in his chest.
"The curves of your lips rewrite history." The gap closed between them, and their mouthes met for the first time, and closed over one another, softly at first, almost shyly, and then, rapidly, with a fierceness and intensity that took them both by surprise.
Their head turned quickly side to side, positioning and repositioning, small breathy moans escaping. They grasped at eachother and Brian's hand slipped down to Curt's zipper, where it was immediately batted away.
"Not yet," he whispered, and pushed Brian forcefully back onto the bed. He landed with a bounce and steadied himself on his elbows, cock raging.
Curt stood back, eyeing him up and down, and whispered in a gravelly voice.
"Lay back."
Brian complied.
"Hands up- on the headboard."
Brian raised his arms above him and grasped the wrungs, panting softly with excitement. He'd never been directed like this before and definitely, definitely liked it. He in fact had to resist the ridiculous urge to ask Curt to keep telling him what to do.
Curt approached. The depth and intensity of his glare was spellbinding, as if he was controlling Brian with his eyes. Brian didn't know if he could be more turned on than he was then, no matter what else happened. His head was spinning and his cock ached for release. He was in fact embarrassed by it's glaring obviousness.
Curt put one knee on the bed, and then the other, taking his time, and spoke from his throat.
"I've been watching you."
"Yes, yes, I know --", Brian stammered.
"--No, I don't mean tonite, I mean for ... a while now."
Brian gulped.
"B-but why, why have you never--"
Curt climbed up his body.
"--I was waiting, Brian."
Curt hovered against him, their lips brushing together.
"Waiting for what?"
Curt's eyes seered deeply into Brian's.
"For when we were both ready."
There was a momentary pause before they lunged for eachother, mouthes mashed together, biting and bruising, tongues darting and intertwining. Brian shook with want, and felt an intensity of desire he absolutely had never felt before.
Curt broke away suddenly, grasped both of Brian's hands in one of his, and wordlessly returned them to the headboard. Brian's stomach lurched- he was so extremely turned on by Curt's control of the scene he was afraid his pants were going to burst wide open. When Curt's gaze locked on his again, he held his breath and tightly gripped the headboard. As Curt's face lowered, he felt his eyes roll back in his head. It was, all of it, so close to perfection he still couldn't believe it was real.
The feeling of Curt's lips and warm breath on his neck, however, was very real indeed. He licked Brian's flesh, and worked his way back til he could taste his mouth in a deep, fiercely passionate kiss. It went on for several minutes, with all the rush of pent up energy and angst and building lust pouring forth between them, like an exercise of hidden inner demons. The room filled with the sounds of their soft panting and urgent, breathy moans.
Brian simultaneously ached to hold Curt close to his body, and also to flip him over and take him with a violence borne of the deepest lust he had ever experienced. The feeling of being 'taken', however, combined with the delicious discovery of this side of Curt, was far too exquisite to mess with.
Not that it should have come as a surprise. Curt was as natural and obvious a 'top' as there ever was; a perfect match for Brian's well established 'bottom'. Brian preferred to think of it as 'yin/yang'- natural, beautiful, and right, and was in danger of floating
away from it all.
Before he could, Curt broke away and lowered his mouth to Brian's neck, collarbone, and finally his nipples, sucking and grazing particularly hard on them, to a point bordering on pain. How had Curt known that this particular sensation had always driven him nuts?? And that each flick of his tongue caused a particularly strong and delicious corresponding pull in his loins?
Curt looked up and watched, seeming to delight in the writhing and gasping he was causing.
Brian grasped the headboard tighter and raised his hips, deliberately grinding his swollen cock into Curt's chest. Curt let out a sudden breathy laugh and spoke in a gravelly whisper.
"You are an impatient boy, aren't you?"
Brian spoke thru clenched teeth.
"Curt, please."
"No, Brian- I've been waiting for what feels like forever and I- *we're* going to savor this," Curt replied. He looked up. "Got it?"
Oh, god, Brian was surely going to peak on the spot. He would not allow himself to ruin their very first encounter however, so he met Curt's gaze, nodded wearily, and panted out a yes, not having a single clue as to where or how he would find the strength or self control.