Love Angel Music Baby/Part 4
Short but heading in the right direction, I hope.
Oh, God, this was the most exquisite torture he could have designed for
himself. To go back in time to the first time they met. To hold him in his
arms again. To kiss him with his complete and willing surrender.
Had it been this good the first time? Or was it just that every memory he
had was invariably colored by the pain that came later?
Curt held onto him for as long as he could. But eventually logic dictated
that he release Brian. "Sorry," he said apologetically, taking half a step
back.
To his surprise, Brian fisted his shirt and pulled him closer. He wound
his arms around Curt's neck and stared at him as though he had never seen
him before. Maybe he hadn't. Not this particular way.
"Don't go. Not yet."
"Brian..."
Their bodies were so close together, Brian couldn't help but feel the
effect he was having on Curt. Curt shifted uneasily within his embrace,
but Brian refused to let go.
"Brian..."
The corner of Brian's mouth quirked upwards in an almost-smile. "You say
my name like..."
"Like what?"
"I dunno. You're different."
Brian remembered seeing Curt Wild for the very first time. He was like a
feral creature that belonged to no one, so of course, Brian wanted to
possess him, claim that spirit for his own. He'd waited two years before
he could be in a position to do just that.
And now here he was. But he wasn't what Brian expected. Curt was a curious
amalgam of wildness, yes, he could still feel that in him, though he
wondered where it came from, and vulnerability. There was an underlying
feeling of desperation and...something else.
It took Brian several moments to identify it, but when he did, it didn't
make any more sense than the rest of Curt. It was grief. This was a man
who had known a loss of epic proportions...and survived it somehow. That
didn't fit with anything else he knew about Curt.
"Someone hurt you," Brian whispered, a faint echo of Curt's pain surfacing
in his eyes. Brian gently brushed Curt's hair away from his face, his
fingertips inadvertently strumming his cheeks. Curt closed his eyes and
clung to those fingers.
Yeah, it was you, Curt thought. Only it wasn't. Not yet.
"Don't be sad," Brian said, his lips grazing the side of Curt's neck,
where a frantic pulse beat. "I can make you forget."
But he didn't want to forget, Curt protested mutely. He wanted to
remember.
All of it.
*****
Oh, God, this was the most exquisite torture he could have designed for
himself. To go back in time to the first time they met. To hold him in his
arms again. To kiss him with his complete and willing surrender.
Had it been this good the first time? Or was it just that every memory he
had was invariably colored by the pain that came later?
Curt held onto him for as long as he could. But eventually logic dictated
that he release Brian. "Sorry," he said apologetically, taking half a step
back.
To his surprise, Brian fisted his shirt and pulled him closer. He wound
his arms around Curt's neck and stared at him as though he had never seen
him before. Maybe he hadn't. Not this particular way.
"Don't go. Not yet."
"Brian..."
Their bodies were so close together, Brian couldn't help but feel the
effect he was having on Curt. Curt shifted uneasily within his embrace,
but Brian refused to let go.
"Brian..."
The corner of Brian's mouth quirked upwards in an almost-smile. "You say
my name like..."
"Like what?"
"I dunno. You're different."
Brian remembered seeing Curt Wild for the very first time. He was like a
feral creature that belonged to no one, so of course, Brian wanted to
possess him, claim that spirit for his own. He'd waited two years before
he could be in a position to do just that.
And now here he was. But he wasn't what Brian expected. Curt was a curious
amalgam of wildness, yes, he could still feel that in him, though he
wondered where it came from, and vulnerability. There was an underlying
feeling of desperation and...something else.
It took Brian several moments to identify it, but when he did, it didn't
make any more sense than the rest of Curt. It was grief. This was a man
who had known a loss of epic proportions...and survived it somehow. That
didn't fit with anything else he knew about Curt.
"Someone hurt you," Brian whispered, a faint echo of Curt's pain surfacing
in his eyes. Brian gently brushed Curt's hair away from his face, his
fingertips inadvertently strumming his cheeks. Curt closed his eyes and
clung to those fingers.
Yeah, it was you, Curt thought. Only it wasn't. Not yet.
"Don't be sad," Brian said, his lips grazing the side of Curt's neck,
where a frantic pulse beat. "I can make you forget."
But he didn't want to forget, Curt protested mutely. He wanted to
remember.
All of it.
*****