Title: Centering
Author: kimberlite
Pairing: Curt/Arthur/Brian
Rating: NC-17
Archive:Please ask first
Thanks: To Waldo for beta and Alex for encouraging me to
Summary: Arthur wakes up after an incredible night.
Notes: Takes place after "A Kind of Freedom" which can be found in Waldo's zine "Exceedingly Partial to the Practice." All you really need to know is that after the movie Curt, Arthur, and eventually Brian get together.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Todd Haynes, not me.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

Centering

I woke up this morning curled around Curt, my nose buried in his blond hair, my lips touching the back of his neck. It only took me a moment to feel the heat and weight of Brian, pressed behind me. I am amazed that they are both real, and not just some fantasy dream fading with the dawn.

I stayed still, afraid to move lest I wake them. It was still early, the bedroom tinted by rosy light, muted but brightening. I existed in the moment. I felt cocooned by their warmth, safe and whole and happy after so many bleak years of solitude.

I smiled, feeling my love for them radiating from the depths of my heart to warm my soul. We haven't really said the words yet. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they aren't spoken aloud for some time. Nonetheless, I feel the words, expressed in my senses. In touch and taste and sound and smell and sight, I know love.

It still seems so unbelievable, that time and circumstance would bring the three of us together now, that we would recognize the need in each other and be strong enough to reach out for completion. It's an incredible feeling to be accepted, to be trusted, to be loved. That there are three of us, instead of two, is perhaps uncommon, but it makes sense to me. I feel like I've been storing up all my joy, all my love over the years. I've been waiting for a time when I would find a reason to release these shining emotions. I rejoice that it was Curt who drew me back, gave me a second chance to find happiness, peace, freedom.

As if sensing my thoughts, Curt snuggles himself more tightly against me. His hips move slightly, rubbing his ass sensuously against my awakening cock. Even in sleep, Curt exudes a stark sexuality. With him there is no pretense; what he wants, he's not afraid to go after.

Last night was a first for me. We'd been together as three lovers before, but I had never taken and been taken simultaneously. My body reacts to these memories, flushing and tingling with pleasure. Unconsciously my hand rubs gently across the smooth, soft skin of Curt's stomach. He arches into my touch, and I stop the motion, wanting this quiet time of reflection before the day is real.

I remember the smiles the two of them shared during the evening. I knew something was going on, but didn't ask, figuring they would tell me when they were ready. They didn't tell me. Instead, they showed me.

Curt moved from the end of the sofa, climbing into my lap, pulling my lower lip into his mouth, nibbling his way around my mouth to my neck, my ear. He told me, in a low voice husky with desire, how beautiful I was to him. And, even though I've never really thought I was attractive, at that moment, I believed him. In the time we've spent together, I've discovered that he can be very persuasive when he puts his mind to something. Being told one is beautiful by Curt Wild is an experience I would most definitely recommend.

Brian joined us, draping himself over the back of the sofa, arms circling my neck and chest. His long, silky hair brushed the skin of my neck, followed by the warm, wet touch of his tongue and velvet caress of his extraordinary lips.

Brian is such a contradiction. Sometimes he is so arrogant and thoughtless that I want to slap some sense into him. But then he says or does something that shows his insecurities, how vulnerable he feels. He is still adjusting to a radical change, walking away from being Tommy Stone, music superstar, to return to being Brian Slade, Curt and Arthur's lover. It can't be easy, so I try to be understanding and support him however I can. Actually, considering the pedestal I put Brian on when I was a teenager, I'm amazed at how well he's held up to those unrealistic expectations. While his physical appeal is still as strong as ever, it is wonderful to see the person underneath the image and find out that I do genuinely like him.

I was teased and petted until I was aching for more, and then Curt and Brian dragged me into the bedroom. I was beginning to suspect that I was going to be the center of attention in their plan. Usually we try to share each other, include everyone equally in the action. Last night, however, they were focused on me. I was completely overwhelmed and incredibly aroused by such concentrated attention.

It seemed like I'd lost track of time, consumed by an unstoppable current of sensation. I couldn't distinguish whose hands, whose lips touched me. I was simply enveloped by the hard, sleek bodies of my lovers. Eventually I found myself kneeling above Curt, penetrating his hot body while he locked his gaze to mine, telling me in graphic detail exactly how wonderful it felt to have me in him. When Brian moved behind me, gently asking for entrance, I thought I would explode merely from the thought of having them both like this. I've never felt so connected to anyone as I did at that moment. The feel of Curt's tight heat surrounding my cock counterbalanced the hard fullness of Brian's cock up my ass. I was possessor and possessed, taker and taken, conqueror and conquered.

I know it sounds trite, but I've never come so hard before. In the end, I collapsed, sweaty and shaking with the force of our passion. Eventually we gathered enough energy to clean up, and then we resettled in bed. Curt's whispered nonsense words of love and the gentle strokes and touches of my loves quickly lulled me to sleep.

And now I waken, remember the cherished night, and long for the day ahead.