Title: A Kind of Freedom
Author: kimberlite
Pairing: Curt/Arthur/ Brian
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Please ask.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Todd Haynes, not me.
Thank you: To Waldo for taking the time for really thoughtful beta.
Notes: This fic was originally published in Waldo's zine "Exceedingly Partial to the Practice."
Summary: After the movie, Curt, Arthur and Brian's paths cross.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

A Kind of Freedom

Arthur had been surprised to see Curt in the bar. After being so immersed in the past, it had seemed like a fantasy to run into Curt. Now he was exchanging that fantasy for reality. Or so he hoped.

Curt had just walked out the door. Arthur looked back at the pin in his hand and made a decision. Wiping beer onto his pants, he attached the pin to his jacket and headed for the exit.

The door opened out into a darkened alleyway. The neighboring building was barely two arm's length away, adding a claustrophobic air to the area. At first Arthur couldn't see well enough to identify the shapes inhabiting the space. Then he caught movement from the corner of his eye, and a soft voice said, "Come closer. Don't be frightened."

Arthur turned, walking slowly toward Curt, and said, "I was wondering if you remembered." They met halfway and stood, somewhat awkwardly, with their breathing the only sound breaking the sudden silence. Then Curt reached out to touch Arthur's face with his hand. The contact was electrifying.

"Yeah, I was pretty fucked up then, but I never forgot that night. When you called before, I didn't really believe it could be you, but then here you are." Curt gave a slight smile and removed his hand to brush his hair off his face.

Arthur felt the chill of the wind where Curt's hand had warmed his skin. He shivered and instinctively stepped closer to the warm body in front of him. "I remember, too."

It seemed quite natural, really, for Curt to lean in and close the distance between them. His lips were soft and gentle as they explored and reacquainted themselves with Arthur's. Still, they were connected only by their lips.

Slowly the kiss deepened, mouths opening, and tongues tasting. The quiet languor of their first kisses metamorphosed into an escalating hunger. Curt worked his hands inside Arthur's jacket, running them along Arthur's lean sides and back, pulling the other man tightly against himself. Heat engulfed them as Arthur's arms completed the embrace.

All too soon, Curt stepped back. Breathing hard, he looked into Arthur's eyes. "Walk with me?" Arthur nodded and dropped into step at Curt's side. They emerged from the alley and headed down the block.

Several streets later, Curt broke the silence. "You chose to come out after me. Does that mean I can take you home tonight?"

"Yes."

"Good, because we're here." They entered an apartment building and waited for the elevator to arrive. After they got in, Curt hit the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall. "I behaved and didn't take you against the alley wall, so I'm going to resist touching you in here, too."

Arthur gave a shaky laugh. "Thanks, I think. Although I would have sworn you would have done anything you wanted, no matter where you were."

Curt looked carefully at Arthur. "I'd like to think I've grown up a bit. I hope we can talk more in depth this time. Maybe you won't be disappointed by what you find."

Arthur smiled, seeking to alleviate Curt's uncertainty. "I think I would have been more disturbed to find you completely unchanged. Actually, this maturity is quite...attractive."

As their eyes met and held, they found their attraction flare once more. The opening door interrupted the moment, and they stepped out into a small corridor. Curt keyed open the door and gestured Arthur into his apartment.

Curt moved into the main room and turned on a couple lights. Returning to close the door behind Arthur, he noticed the amazed look. "I had a couple walls knocked down to combine the apartments on this floor. I have a studio in back and it's more private and..." he trailed off.

Gazing over the vibrant colors of the huge, comfortable room, Arthur replied, "It's wonderful. You certainly don't have to explain or apologize."

"Then I hope you'll appreciate what I've done with the roof. I'll show it to you in the morning."

Arthur smiled. "The roof..."

Nodding, Curt shrugged out of his leather jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair, and then reached out to take Arthur's. Their fingers touched briefly, a subtle caress that expanded as Arthur increased the contact, roaming up Curt's bare arm and sliding into the sleeve of the black t-shirt. Curt tossed the jacket in the general direction of the chair and turned his full attention to the familiar stranger before him.

Arthur added his other hand, stroking slowly up and down Curt's muscular arms. "I remember your strength, how you held me, enveloped me. It was a revelation. It was the most wonderful moment of my life. But I was so scared that you would realize you didn't want this inexperienced kid, realize that I wasn't Brian. I was so afraid that you would stop."

Drawing Arthur's hands into his own, Curt pulled him gently onto the sofa. "I'll admit I knew you were trying to look like Brian. But I knew you weren't Brian. I saw your struggle, because I'd been through it, and I knew I could help set you free."

Curt disengaged one hand, running it along Arthur's cheek. He smirked at Arthur. "Beside, you were so innocent, yet so fucking determined to get what you needed. How could I resist you?"

Arthur laughed, rubbing his face into Curt's callused hand. "I still cringe when I remember how horribly unhappy and mixed up I felt growing up. The time we spent together made an incredible difference. I was happy and accepted myself for the first time in my life."

"I'm glad. I was in such pain, so fucked up from the whole Brian scene. I always hoped I'd helped a little, but I couldn't stop wondering if you went away feeling that I'd taken advantage of you."

Curt ran his thumb over Arthur's lower lip and was rewarded as a wet tongue snaked out, tracing it. Curt trailed his thumb down Arthur's neck, feeling the pulse at his throat, eventually placing his hand over Arthur's heart. The beat was reassuring, solid, if accelerated.

"No, don't feel bad," Arthur said, brushing back strands of silky hair that refused to be bound by the ponytail. "I treasured it as a moment out of time. As much as I wanted it, I never believed it could be more. And I guess I hoped I had helped ease your pain a little, too." Arthur's fingers skimmed around the perimeter of Curt's ear, descending to rub his neck gently.

"You did. It's funny, we've spent so little time together, yet I feel such a strong connection to you. You know, you're part of a recurring dream I have. I don't mean to freak you out, just show you how much of an impression our time together made on me, and maybe explain why I feel I can trust you."

Curt took a shuddering breath and then began. "It starts out at that concert. I feel angry, dark, out of control. I had hoped Brian would be there, dreamt that he joined me on stage and things were okay again. Instead, I'm rolling around on the stage, flipping off the audience, pouring out my pain through the music. I'm hyped, totally fucking out of my mind. I'd felt that way forever."

Curt linked their hands, connecting them through the touch. "Then I saw you. At first, I thought I could make myself believe you were Brian. But then I saw how bright you were. It's strange. I didn't know who the hell you were, but I could feel your excitement, your uncertainty, your hunger. So I took you up to the roof. We were magnificent. We moved together, united in the quest for pleasure, for understanding, for peace."

Arthur smiled at the image Curt was drawing for him, until Curt continued quietly, "That perfection wasn't meant to last. I was kneeling behind you, moving in you. It was so beautiful, I couldn't believe I was a part of it. And then Brian appeared. He sneered at me, telling me I was nothing without him, that he would have to teach me a lesson for betraying his love. He was suddenly behind me, naked. He grabbed my hips hard and without preparation, thrust into me dry. I cried out in agony, feeling him tear me, ripping through my soul as well as my body. He laughed and told me to be strong, that I had an image to maintain for my adoring fans."

Sensing Curt's need to finish his story, Arthur remained silent. "He continued pounding away, his cock up my ass sending pain radiating through my body. I didn't think I could stand it much longer, when I felt your hand reach back and take mine. Incredibly, I was still inside you, moving with the energy of Brian's thrusts. You looked over your shoulder at me, and said 'hush, love, relax and everything will be all right'. And it was. Even though Brian sped up, forcing his cock into me and mine into you, even as he bit my shoulder and howled his release, we had reached a plane of serenity. As we came, all the pain, anger, fear and darkness I had ever felt were purged. We collapsed into each other's arms and Brian was simply gone."

They sat together for a moment, silent until Curt raised their hands and kissed Arthur's palms. Shakily he murmured, "Weird, huh? I'm not sure exactly what my subconscious it getting at. I loved Brian. He saved me, resurrected my career, loved me. But in the end, it didn't work out. I wanted to blame him, told myself it was all his fault, but that's too simple, just a cop out. I don't think he's a bad person. I still love him. I also loved you. You were a beacon in the raging storm my mind had become. It took time, but I'm a much saner person than I was when we met. And I want the chance to love you."

Arthur's breath caught in his throat at this revelation. "I'm overwhelmed. After so many years of trying to accept that you would never be more than my fantasies, that I should settle for someone else. I can't believe this is happening." Arthur's smile lit up his face.

Curt leaned in to kiss his forehead, drawing him into his arms. "Hush, love. I know it's a lot all at once. We don't have to make any lasting decisions this minute." Arthur lifted his face and their smiling lips met. The kiss was wonderfully electric, building a charge between the two that would eventually need to be dissipated or they would both burn out in the intense energy.

Arthur broke free and gasped, "One decision we should make -- are we going to take this into your bedroom?"

Curt looked down at his lap and grinned. "I think my cock is voting yes to that suggestion. Would you like to start by letting our bodies get reacquainted, and see where it goes from there?"

"Yes."

Curt led the way into his bedroom. The gently lit room, dominated by a massive pine bed, was decorated in shades of rich forest green and deep lake blue. Arthur wondered if the image of a northern forest had been intentional. He was distracted from his thoughts as complex, sensual music flowed into the room, Curt's own he guessed. "I've never heard you play acoustic guitar."

Curt stepped behind Arthur, wrapping him in his arms and nuzzling the warm neck. "I was afraid I wouldn't be able to take it slow if I put on electric. Even now, I still may not be able to..." he tugged at the shirt, helping Arthur bare his upper body.

"You can take me any way you want," Arthur assured, groaning quietly as Curt stroked over his chest and down to his stomach. He turned in the circle of arms and began working on Curt's shirt. "As much as I love the black t-shirt look on you, I want to feel your skin against mine."

"Oh yeah." Curt stripped off the shirt, tossed it casually behind him, and pressed his chest to Arthur's. His hands rubbed along Arthur's back and then worked their way down to burrow into the waistband of his pants. Curt pulled back to meet Arthur's eyes. "Fuck, man, you grew up good."

Arthur felt himself blushing in response to the straightforward compliment. "Curt, I don't want to disappoint you. I haven't done this in a long time," he began, suddenly uncertain.

"Hey, don't worry. You can do me if you want," Curt offered.

Arthur laughed out loud, amazed at how easily Curt had made their situation feel right again. "I think for now I want you to fuck me."

"Works for me." And with that, Curt dropped to his knees, pulling Arthur's shoes and socks off. Then he twisted around to attack his own footwear and, much to Arthur's amusement and appreciation, wriggled on the floor to get his own pants off.

"You do seem to have a thing for writhing on floors, don't you?" Arthur teased.

Gloriously naked and aroused, Curt slunk forward on his hands and knees until he knelt before Arthur. "Well it works, and anyway, isn't it supposed to be hard to teach an old dog new tricks?" Curt reached out to open Arthur's pants, drawing them down just enough to free his hard cock. Anchoring his hands to the back waistband, Curt rapidly flicked his tongue several times across the head. Moaning in pleasure, Arthur attached his hands to Curt's head, reaching back to untie the ponytail and brushing his fingers through the long blond strands. As Curt's mouth engulfed Arthur, his hair fell forward caressing Arthur's skin.

Arthur, quickly finding the pleasure spiraling out of control, gasped, "Too good, too much." He tugged and Curt released him with a final wet kiss. His pants were lowered and removed before Curt began to work his mouth up Arthur's naked body. Reaching Arthur's mouth, after a slight detour to suck and nibble on hardened nipples, Curt pulled their hips together, stroking erection to erection.

"I need you in me -- now."

They broke apart, Curt pushing Arthur toward the large bed. "Let me get some stuff from the bathroom and I'll be right there." He returned carrying a couple hand towels, a damp washcloth, several condoms and lube. Arthur had pulled back the blankets and settled on his back in the center of the bed.

Curt dropped the stuff on the side of the bed and moved toward Arthur, using his knees to spread Arthur's legs. He leaned down to brush kisses over Arthur's forehead, eyes, nose and chin. "You're so beautiful. I want you so much."

Barely coherent, Arthur responded, "Yes, you're gorgeous, want you too." Arthur shuddered with excitement as Curt's hair added to the sensations on his face, and the light kisses became deep open-mouthed ones. After a final kiss, Curt sat back on his heels and began to stroke Arthur's inner thighs. Finally, fingers moved down to seek Arthur's opening. Curt gently rubbed around his anus, seeking to give pleasure without immediate penetration. Judging Arthur's increasingly vocal response as permission to continue, Curt worked first one, and then two, lubed fingers inside, slowly stretching and preparing.

Arthur was ready. "Please, Curt. I need you. Please, fuck me now," Arthur begged.

"I will." Curt pulled his fingers free, wiping them on a towel. "I want to watch you watch yourself." Curt moved back, motioning a puzzled Arthur to turn over. "Get on your knees and hold on to the bedframe." Curt tossed the pillows to the side, rolled on a condom and lubed his cock.

Arthur's passion-fogged mind registered his own flushed face in the mirror covering the entire wall behind the bed, and wondered that he was just now noticing it. "Oh my," he managed as Curt moved behind him, guiding his cock to Arthur's ass. Draping one arm loosely around Arthur's neck, and the other around his hips, Curt rocked back and forth, penetrating only a little before stilling to let Arthur adjust. Curt watched Arthur's face in the mirror, seeing Arthur tense with the pain of penetration. Curt's hand stroked Arthur's chest, gentling him. The initial tension faded as Arthur relaxed and pleasure replaced the pain. Smoothly, Curt drove his slick hardness into Arthur's tight channel.

Resting his forehead on Arthur's shoulder, Curt began thrusting in a strong rhythm. Then he looked up and murmured, "See how well we fit? We're so fucking perfect together. I need you so much. You make me feel so good."

Arthur's body was on fire, overwhelmed with pleasure. He tightened his grip on the pine bedframe and used it for leverage, pushing back onto Curt's cock. Beyond the point of entire sentences, Arthur settled for repeating the simple demands, "More. Harder. Faster."

Wanting to maximize Arthur's pleasure, Curt had held on tightly to his control. Recognizing that he was quickly reaching his limit, Curt shifted his hand from Arthur's hip and began to stroke Arthur's straining cock. "Come for me, Arthur." The response was explosive. Arthur cried out and ground his ass back on Curt's cock. As he came over Curt's hand, his tightening muscles pushed Curt over and with a final deep thrust, Curt convulsed in his own orgasm.

They remained together, chests heaving and sweat drying, trying to prolong the sense of connection. Looking in the mirror, Arthur smiled as Curt leaned down, kissing the back of his neck, then licking his way up to an ear. After a final nibble, Curt carefully withdrew and efficiently cleaned them both up.

They lay together, touching and kissing gently, as they cooled down. Curt's music continued to play quietly in the background, its texture adding to the comfortable silence. "Love you," was whispered simultaneously.

Nestled in each other's arms, they slept.

*****

Arthur awoke to the sensuous feel of a warm body rubbing against his skin. A low purring penetrated his brain and he slowly realized the body wasn't Curt's. Rolling onto his back and opening his eyes, Arthur identified his bedmate. A small gray tiger-striped cat sat next to him on the bed. Arthur blinked as the cat slunk carefully up to him and daintily stepped onto his chest. Small paws kneaded his bare skin, claws touching but not puncturing his skin. A surprisingly demanding meow punctuated the purring.

"I see Demon has introduced herself," Curt said, as he walked out of the bathroom and toward the bed. Arthur smiled as his eyes roamed over Curt's naked body, still damp from the shower. His hair was darker when wet, combed back but as yet unconfined.

"Demon?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, I found her outside my office. She was just this tiny kitten, all alone. She looked up at me like she knew I would take care of her. So I did." Curt gave Arthur an embarrassed grin. Sitting down on the bed, Curt reached out to stroke the cat. "I didn't know what to call her. Can you see the tortoiseshell markings in with the stripes?" Arthur nodded, running his hand along her side until Curt caught it with his own. "She's so pretty, so sleek, so demanding, I guess she reminded me of Brian's alter ego."

"I can see that," Arthur said quietly.

Curt took Arthur's hand and raised it to his lips, placing kisses on the palm and along the fingers. "Hey, I didn't mean to start the day with Brian." Curt leaned over and kissed Arthur's mouth, nibbling lightly at his lips. "Good morning. I had a wonderful time last night."

"Hmm, me too," Arthur managed to agree before Curt's tongue snaked its way into his mouth. With a disgruntled meow, Demon jumped off Arthur and stalked out of the room.

Eventually they pulled back to gasp for breath. Curt ran his thumb over Arthur's lips, gentling the spike of arousal that had flared between them. "It's still pretty early, but I wasn't sure if you had a deadline or anything today."

Arthur sat up, hissing quietly as his body reminded him of last night's exertions. Curt noticed and immediately wrapped his arms around Arthur to help support him. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Yeah, I'm fine, just rediscovering muscles that haven't been used in a while," Arthur grinned ruefully. "I do have to finish an article about the concert, but I have some time."

Curt rubbed his hands in soothing strokes up and down Arthur's back. "Good. I'd hate for you to have to run before seeing the roof. I also have a few things I'd like to discuss with you. Why don't you take a shower and I'll make some coffee, or would you rather have tea?"

"Tea, if it's no bother."

"You got it." Curt backed off the bed, pulling Arthur with him. Arthur fit himself against Curt, chest to chest, groin to groin, not wanting to lose their connection.

Several kisses later, Curt murmured, "I don't want to let go either, but if we don't, you won't leave this room for at least a week."

"If that's supposed to be a threat..." Arthur kissed Curt once more before turning and heading for the bathroom.

*****

The hot water beating down on Arthur's shoulders and cascading down his body eased some of his discomfort. Running his soapy hands over his body turned out to be both an intense pleasure and subtle agony. His body felt alive in ways he had thought forgotten. His mind was curiously quiet, as if to let himself enjoy the sensations of the body without the danger of too thorough analysis. For the time being, things were perfect.

Arthur dried off, pulled on his clothes, and went in search of Curt, marveling again at the incredible apartment. He passed by a room filled with shelves of books, magazines and music. Unable to stop himself from entering, Arthur scanned the collection with interest. He found a great diversity of styles, from the Grateful Dead to Bach, the Lord of the Rings to Scientific American. The library was an intimate, and enlightening, look inside of Curt.

Finally finding his way into the kitchen, Arthur caught his breath at the unexpected sight. Curt, barefoot, shirtless, worn jeans molded to his body, stood at the counter calmly cracking eggs into a bowl. Smiling, Curt rinsed his hands, poured a cup of tea for Arthur, and carried it over to the table. "Do you want sugar or milk?" Curt asked, slipping his arms around Arthur's waist and pulling the other man into closer contact. Arthur's arms immediately mimicked the motion, drawing their bodies together in a solid embrace.

"No, thanks. That looked suspiciously like tea from a real teapot, so I want to enjoy it unaltered."

Ducking his head slightly, Curt confessed, "Tea is definitely one habit I picked up in London that stuck. Unfortunately it seems Americans just can't make it right."

"Yes, I've noticed that. I trust you are an exception to the rule?"

Curt nipped playfully at Arthur's lips, trailing light kisses along his jaw and down his arching neck. "I usually am," Curt replied wryly.

Stepping apart, Curt retreated to the counter to retrieve his own cup. Arthur sipped carefully at his tea, savoring the rich flavor and warmth of the liquid. "It's wonderful."

"Thanks. I was going to make an omelet for breakfast." Curt gestured at the frying pan and plate full of chopped vegetables and grated cheese. "Is that okay?"

Arthur laughed softly. "Sounds great, but are you trying to spoil me?"

Curt turned on the burner and then whisked the eggs. "I have ulterior motives. If I don't feed you, you won't keep your strength up and we won't get to have more incredible sex. If I do feed you..." Curt's eyes narrowed slightly, burning into Arthur's as they made contact. "Well, you can see why it's in my best interest to keep you happy."

Arthur let Curt turn off the burner and maneuver the omelet onto a plate before he came up behind Curt, wrapping his arms around him and whispering in his ear, "You already have made me very happy."

"I'm glad." Curt turned for a quick kiss and then they gathered their breakfast and headed up to the roof.

*****

The sun was shining between the tall buildings and the sounds of the city were carried to them on the wind. Arthur stood amazed, cataloguing the oasis set before him. Potted plants littered the rooftop and a large greenhouse occupied a prominent position. Chairs and tables were dispersed among the plants, some shaded by potted trees, others cluttered with vividly colored flowers. It was an island paradise in the vast sea of New York City.

Curt set the plate down and motioned for Arthur to settle in too. "Let's eat now while it's hot and you can explore later," Curt suggested with a grin.

Sitting down close to Curt, Arthur took the fork offered him and tasted the omelet. "It's fantastic."

Curt shrugged. "I grow some vegetables up here, so they're fresh."

"Wow," Arthur managed before concentrating on the food.

After they finished eating, Curt sat back smoking a cigarette and sipping his tea, while Arthur roamed around the rooftop. Eventually he returned, coming to stand behind Curt and resting his hands on Curt's shoulders. "I feel like this whole place is a dreamland, a bright fantasy created in a dark world. I'm terrified I'll wake up and you and all this will be gone."

Curt stood up, turning to face Arthur and holding his hands. "I told you before we changed ourselves, not the world. Well, here, I've changed a small part of the world, made something alive and beautiful." Curt paused, looking out over his garden. "As you've probably discovered, I've had an ... interesting life. I find it hard to trust people, to believe that anyone could really want me. But I've found, no matter how beautiful, it's a very isolated, lonely world when there's nobody to share it with." Curt took a deep breath and tightened his grip on Arthur's hands. "I want you to share it with me."

Arthur looked into Curt's eyes, judging the sincerity and warmth of his gaze. "Thank you. I want to share it with you, too," he said, reaching to trace his fingers over Curt's slightly parted lips. Curt kissed the fingers and then leaned forward, capturing Arthur's lips with his own. Soft touches escalated into demanding ones as a maelstrom of emotion swept through them, forcing out doubts and leaving behind the shining certainty of the rightness of being together.

Pulling back slightly, Curt murmured, "Let's go inside, I want to make love with you."

Unwilling to release him, Arthur said, "I don't want to wait, take me here."

"We don't have any stuff up here," Curt replied patiently.

"Don't care," Arthur panted.

"Well I do." Curt stroked Arthur's back, trying to calm him. "I'm not going to risk hurting you."

Arthur looked at Curt and, in a slightly miffed tone, said, "I'm not going to break. Don't treat me like a fragile doll."

Curt laughed softly. "I promise I won't. But there's another issue. We don't have any condoms here, and until they can test for AIDS, I can't know for sure that my past won't catch up with me. I will not risk you that way."

Arthur stilled, then rested his head on Curt's shoulder, his breath heating Curt's neck, "Okay, we use condoms." Arthur kissed Curt, then said, "Thank you for caring. Now let's go inside."

*****

Moments later it seemed, Arthur found himself kneeling, his naked body draped over the back of a leather sofa. Curt had started with his feet and had proceeded to lick and suck and knead up muscular calves, soft backs of knees and hard thighs to the tempting curve of his ass. Arthur moaned loudly as Curt gently but firmly bit his ass. The sharp pain was soothed with a wet sweep of tongue, which traced incredibly delicious patterns over and finally into Arthur's ass. The shock of such an intimate touch caused Arthur to stiffen, but Curt continued patiently, stroking with his hands and tongue, until Arthur relaxed into the caress. Pleasure built between them, a solid entity surrounding their heated bodies. Finally Arthur, unable to take much more of the intense sensation, cried out, "Curt, please, fuck me now."

Eager to comply, Curt rearranged himself and then slipped two fingers into the slick opening. Arthur's gasp of pain and the involuntary clench of muscle alerted Curt to his partner's distress. He stilled then carefully withdrew his fingers. "Shit, man, I'm sorry," Curt said, rubbing Arthur's back, trying to relax him.

Arthur turned around, forcing Curt to the side until they were sitting next to each other. "Hey, it's not your fault." Arthur crept closer to Curt, uncertain of his welcome. "I'm sorry, I don't want to disappoint you."

Curt's arms pulled Arthur against his chest. "Nothing to be sorry about, love." Curt kissed Arthur, a slow, thorough exploration of his mouth. Renewed arousal flowed between them, hot and thick in the brightly sunlit room. Curt moved back, pushing Arthur against the sofa. Sinking to the floor between Arthur's spread legs, he took the hardened cock in his mouth and began sucking. Knowing that Arthur was feeling only pleasure now, Curt released him and said, "Fuck me."

Arthur's eyes snapped open and he stared down into Curt's passion-filled face. "Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah." Curt's husky voice sent a jolt of electricity into Arthur, twisting his gut and radiating in pulses to his cock. Arthur twitched helplessly, sensation shooting through his body as Curt rolled a condom onto Arthur's cock and applied a generous amount of lube. Curt stood in front of Arthur, rubbing the excess lube onto his own stomach and cock, stretching and moaning with the pleasure of his touch. Then Curt straddled Arthur's legs and sank slowly down onto Arthur's cock, enveloping the slick hardness fully.

Curt heard Arthur's quick intake of breath and saw his look of surprise. Continuing to move up and down on Arthur's cock, Curt gasped, "I like it...sharp...rough...wild."

Arthur smiled with understanding, thrusting his hips up to join Curt's rhythm. Curt was magnificent in his unrestrained passion, back arched, head thrown back, hair flying about his face and shoulders. He thrust himself over and over onto Arthur, who pumped his cock in counterpoint to the motion. The visual image of Curt, the noises he was making, and the feel of him tight around Arthur's cock, inevitably combined to send Arthur spiraling out of control. Curt felt Arthur's climax and slammed himself down once more, relinquishing control and allowing himself to follow Arthur into ecstasy. Arthur felt hot spurts of semen spill onto his stomach and chest and then the weight of Curt's body, sweaty and heaving, collapsing against him, sealing them together.

*****

A short time later, Curt and Arthur had cleaned up and dressed, and were relaxing together on the sofa. Once things had quieted down, Demon had reappeared to demand attention. Currently, she was ensconced between the men, sprawled on her back and purring loudly as Arthur rubbed her stomach.

"Earlier you said you had some things you wanted to discuss with me." Arthur looked at Curt expectantly.

"Yeah." Curt met and held Arthur's eyes. "At the bar you implied you knew what had happened to Brian but you weren't going to tell anyone. Did I understand you correctly?"

"Yes," Arthur confirmed. Then he explained, "I was doing research for an article, that's why I called you. I dug around in the past and eventually made the connection. I think Shannon and Brian recreated him as Tommy Stone. However, someone got to my editor and had the story pulled. I was really pissed. For a journalist, censorship is a hot-button issue. In this case, I guess it worked for me in an odd way. You seem so protective of Brian, you probably would have hated me if I'd exposed him."

Curt shook his head slightly. "I wouldn't have been very happy, so I'm glad we don't have to deal with it. I think I can explain why your story was pulled. When you called me, there were two government suits sitting in my office. They dropped in to be sure I knew how important the image of Tommy Stone has been to the President's fundraising efforts, and how unhappy they would be if anything undermined that image."

Arthur looked upset. "They threatened you?"

"Well, politely, but, yes, I would say so. I think they thought I was the only one in Brian's former life who knew, so they were just covering their asses."

Arthur snorted quietly. "They must be pretty stupid to see you as a threat to Brian."

Curt shrugged. "They're politicians."

Silence settled between them for a moment. Arthur regarded Curt, sensing that whatever issue was next, Curt wasn't sure how to discuss it with him. Finally, Arthur prompted, "Whatever you want to say can't be worse than what I'm imagining."

"I'm sorry." Curt dragged his hand through his hair. "I'm confused about this myself."

"Just tell me."

"Okay. You asked me if I had gone to the concert. I hadn't planned on it. Even though I knew the first time I saw Tommy Stone that he was Brian, I haven't had any contact with him since we broke up. Then I found an envelope slipped under my office door. It had a guest pass for the concert and a note in Brian's handwriting."

Arthur took a deep breath. "What did it say?"

"He wants to meet me at his hotel this afternoon. He didn't say why, just when and where. I can't decide if I should go."

"So you knew he wanted to see you before you met me last night." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, that's why I pretended not to remember you. But I just couldn't leave you, so I waited to see if you would follow me."

Arthur, trying desperately to stay calm, looked over at Curt. "You need to go, face Brian, see what he wants." Arthur wrapped his arms around his middle but continued to look at Curt. "And then you can decide if you want me to be here or not."

"Arthur, please believe that I do want you here." Curt reached out to touch Arthur's shoulder. "I can't believe we only met again last night. I feel like somehow we've been together, been connected for a lot longer. I know this doesn't make much sense, but please don't give up so easily."

"I can't compete with Brian."

"You don't have to compete with him. No matter what Brian has to say, I want you here with me. Shit, I wish we had had more time together before this came up. But for all we know, he may just want to insure my silence. He chose his career over me once before, and I'd be a fool to think his priorities have changed."

Feeling the underlying pain in Curt's words, Arthur reached out to him, running his hand along Curt's cheek and then retreating. "Yes, but they could have changed, so you really won't know unless you go see him."

Curt shook his head slightly. "I'm not sure I want to know. The whole thing ended so badly. I walked out, left London for a while. When I came back, he never tried to see me, talk to me. I had hoped he would change his mind but I guess I just wasn't important enough to him."

Arthur looked at the man before him, feeling his pain, his self-doubt. Ignoring his personal stake in the situation, Arthur said, "Curt, I don't know if this will make things better or worse, but I talked to Mandy. She didn't know I had been personally involved, just thought I was gathering information on Brian. She told me Brian had shown up at the Death of Glitter concert. He stayed in the back and watched you sing, but slipped away as you finished."

Curt's face changed expression, running from shock to hope to anger to acceptance in a few seconds. "She told me she hadn't seen him. I wonder why she lied to me." Curt thought a moment then continued, "Her relationship with Brian was messed up too. Maybe she hated me for coming between them and wanted to keep us apart. Or, maybe she knew how horribly it hurt to lose him and didn't want to give me false hope since he had left."

Arthur laced his fingers with Curt's. "I'm sorry, she didn't tell me."

Curt smiled. "It's okay. Thanks for telling me, though. You really are wonderful, to put my needs ahead of your own. I'm sorry to put you through all this. I know you must feel like your life has been turned upside down a couple times already."

"Knowing you has never been anything if not interesting," Arthur agreed, smiling at Curt to take any sting from his words.

Curt laughed in response, then quieted. "You know, I'm realizing I don't know anything about your past. What was Brian to you? I mean you must have liked his music, but how did you end up in the London scene?"

Arthur laughed quietly. "Yeah, I liked his music. But more than that, Brian Slade was the central figure of my adolescence. I had all his albums. I had posters and pictures and articles. I followed his life and wished it were mine. He seemed so unconcerned about what people thought of him. He could walk into a press conference and state that he liked boys as well as girls. That just completely blew me away."

Curt rubbed the sleeping cat between them. "It always amazed me how open and undamaged Brian was about his sexuality. So many of us are traumatized before we're even given a chance to explore what we want. He never was."

Arthur glanced sharply at Curt, seeing both remembered pain and a quiet question about Arthur's past. "I remember the first time a saw a picture of the two of you in a paper. It was so obvious you were together. I was so jealous of you, but also so incredibly turned on. Seeing you guys together, the kiss at the press conference, the concert with Brian blowing your guitar, those images were every fantasy I had ever had right before me."

"Those sure were wild times."

"Unfortunately, not everyone shared my fascination. My father caught me jerking off to those pictures. He was so angry. I've never felt so degraded and ashamed. So I left Manchester and came to London to find myself."

"And eventually found me." Curt leaned close, holding Arthur's head in both his hands.

"Yes," Arthur whispered. "And found you." Their kiss was gentle, shared pain and pleasure flowed through them until the pain was relinquished and only pleasure remained.

Arthur pulled back slowly. "I feel like I've come full circle. First I put away that time and threw myself into my career. But then my career drew me back to you. And to Brian."

Curt's hands smoothed from Arthur's head to his shoulders. "Come with me."

Startled, Arthur said, "What?"

"You heard me. Come with me to see Brian. It feels like we are all in this together, not separately. It just feels right that you should be there."

"Do you think Brian will feel that way? He doesn't know me," Arthur warned.

"I have no idea why he wants to see me, so I may as well let him know what our situation is right up front."

Curt looked so much more sure of himself now, that Arthur said the only thing he could, "I'll go with you."

*****

Arthur returned to Curt's apartment after completing his article and packing some clothes and personal items. In his time away from Curt, Arthur had run through the events and emotions of the last day. He was surprised to find himself completely trusting Curt to make their situation work. It was ironic how Curt seemed always to be at the center of events, a shining sun to the planets orbiting him. Nevertheless, Arthur felt his anger and insecurities burnt off by the bright energy Curt radiated. Arthur would trust him and support him as well as he was able. The real variable was Brian. Brian, the first man he had ever loved. Or had it only been the image he had loved? He supposed he would find out soon enough.

Curt opened the door almost immediately after Arthur knocked. Arthur stepped inside and dropped his bag to the side. "That was fast, were you lurking by the door waiting to pounce?"

Wrapping Arthur in his arms, Curt kissed his mouth thoroughly. "Yes. I wasn't completely convinced you would return." Curt ran his hands over Arthur's back and down to his ass.

Moaning quietly, Arthur tugged Curt's hands off his backside. "Can't think when you do that," he laughed huskily. "I've had time to consider our situation, and I'm back. I'm with you whatever happens with Brian."

Curt smiled broadly, hugging Arthur gently. "Thank you."

They remained together, gathering their courage before taking the next step. Finally Curt stepped back and said, "We should get going."

*****

Curt and Arthur got out of the taxi and entered the lobby of the large, expensive hotel Brian had indicated. The lobby was bustling with activity as they waited for the elevator. Finding Brian's suite was easy, knocking on the door, more difficult. Finally, Curt said, "This is ridiculous," and knocked firmly on the door.

After a moment the door opened. Brian stood in the doorway unmoving, running his eyes up and down the man before him. Curt returned the inspection, startled to see that without the blond wig and make up of Tommy Stone, Brian looked as he remembered, slim, angular, sullen, beautiful. His hair was dark, falling below his shoulders, and the maroon silk button-up shirt he wore hugged and caressed his chest like a lover. Curt's fingers itched to touch him but he held back, unwilling to show his feelings before learning why Brian had summoned him. Eventually Curt's gaze lifted from Brian's irresistible lips and their eyes met. Curt caught his breath at the need and hunger he saw in Brian.

Breaking their look, Brian said cheerfully, "Hi Curt, glad you could make it, mate. Come on in." Brian stepped back, only then noticing Arthur standing beside Curt. In a remarkably cool tone, Brian asked, "Who's this?"

Curt stepped into the room and closed the door behind Arthur, who said, "I'm Arthur Stuart."

If possible, Brian's tone was even more glacial. "The journalist. You completely freaked Shannon out, and she's made my life hell for it." Brian pouted and then asked slyly, "What are you doing with Curt?"

Arthur deferred to Curt for the explanation. "We knew each other briefly in London and met again accidentally last night after your concert." Curt held out his hand to Arthur, who grasped it. Brian raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Curt finally asked, "Why did you want to see me, Brian?"

Brian stepped closer to Curt and touched his arm. "I'm not sure I can discuss this with a journalist in the room."

"Brian, he figured out who you were but has kept it quiet. I trust him not to write about anything you tell us." Brian continued to look dubious so Curt clarified, "Either he stays or we're both leaving."

Accepting Curt's statement, Brian turned and glided into the sitting room, gesturing for the others to join him. They settled in, Curt and Arthur on a sofa and Brian in an armchair. Brian ignored Arthur and instead focused on Curt. "I need your help. This whole Tommy Stone thing has gotten totally out of control. Shannon is stifling me. She won't let me write my music. You were at the concert, right? That music sucks. It's all show, no substance. I'm just a corporate image, and I don't like that image anymore. She has to be in complete control. She'll barely let me out of her sight. If she knew you were here, she'd throw a complete fit. After the rumors surfaced she actually suggested I have plastic surgery! I want out."

Curt looked slightly stunned. "So naturally you thought of me." The sarcasm passed apparently unnoticed.

"I knew you were in New York. I couldn't trust just anyone. We were so hot together before, I knew you couldn't have forgotten me. I didn't forget you." Brian stood up and moved to sit on Curt's lap, pulling Curt's head back and kissing his lips deeply. Curt tried, but he couldn't resist the taste of his former love. His lips softened and opened under Brian's onslaught. "See, I knew you would still love me."

Curt, fighting to clear his head, forced Brian off his lap. "Well, I see you are even more spoiled and arrogant than before. You want out, so obviously I have nothing better to do that save your ass."

Brian looked surprised. "I don't believe you don't want me."

Curt shook his head. "It's not a matter of want. How do you expect to walk away from Tommy Stone? You just began a world tour. I'm sure there is a huge amount of money involved. Shannon, or whoever, is not going to let you cancel. And beside, you have everything you always wanted." Curt paused and then said quietly, "Everything you chose instead of me."

Brian had the grace to look embarrassed, but then he knelt in front of Curt, taking his hand. "Believe me, I didn't want us to break up. I was devastated. Why do you think I staged the shooting? I didn't want to go on playing without you."

"But you did. You made it bigger than we could have imagined. Do you really want to give it all up?"

"I don't care about it. It's gotten so big it's overwhelmed everything. I don't like the people around me anymore. I don't like the person I've become. For quite a while, I've been trying to tell myself that I have it all, that I should be happy, but I'm not. Then I asked myself when was I happy, and I thought of you. The time we were together was the best time in my life. Now I can admit I made a mistake letting you go. All this success is empty without you. I want us to have a second chance."

Curt closed his eyes briefly, unable to believe this was happening. He reached out to Arthur with his free hand, hanging on to the solid warmth. "I haven't forgotten our past, Brian, but you have to realize you can't always get your own way. Even if I could help you, I'm not sure we could make things work. I'm with Arthur and I'm not willing to give him up."

"Oh, come on." Brian finally looked over at Arthur, then whispered in Curt's ear, "Yes, he's pretty, but you just got together last night. How can you love him more than you love me?"

Curt held up both their hands, first kissing the back of Arthur's and then Brian's. "It's not a matter of more, I love you both." Abruptly, Curt released their hands, standing and stalking around the room. He raked his hands through his hair, pushing the free strands back. Stopping in front of the two men, Curt took a deep breath. "I know this is unusual, but I want you both and I won't be forced to choose one over the other."

Seeing Curt's rising frustration, Arthur spoke for the first time since introducing himself. "Then we should figure out how to get him out of this."

Curt looked at Arthur, silently thanking him for his unconditional support and understanding. Turning to Brian, Curt asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

Sensing he was getting most of what he wanted, Brian decided to let the issue of Arthur rest for the time being. "We are scheduled for three more concerts in New York. I don't remember the exact route of the tour but it would be better to get out now. I guess faking my death is too predictable, huh?"

Nodding, Curt said, "With the stories and timing, we don't want any parallels with Maxwell Demon. How about an illness, something major so you couldn't continue the tour?"

Brian thought a moment. "Shannon would have to have proof, but I guess we could find someone to buy off."

Arthur shook his head. "It wouldn't be that easy. If you got sick, every fan would want to send cards, be involved in your recovery. They would want you back. You couldn't just slip away unnoticed."

Curt sighed. "He's right. We need something that will get you out quickly, permanently, and without blaming anyone else."

Arthur suggested, "What about a vocal chord problem? Something brought on from overuse that forces him to retire? I could do some research into the specifics."

Curt grinned. "If you had some problems, and then couldn't sing while you were on stage, Shannon really couldn't do much. It would be public, and tragic."

"I like it," Brian said, looking at the wall clock. "You had better get out of here before Shannon gets back."

Curt nodded. "Okay. I don't think we want a record of you calling me, so I'll call tomorrow with more details."

At the door, Brian pulled Curt against him, kissing him deeply while running his hands over Curt's back and ass. "Thank you," Brian whispered, then he opened the door, checked the hall and allowed the men to leave.

*****

The cab ride back to Curt's apartment passed in silence, each man reflecting on the meeting with Brian. Curt seemed unwilling to release Arthur's hand, which provided a connection that soothed both Curt and Arthur's conflicting emotions.

After they had entered the apartment, Curt gathered Arthur into his arms, gently stroking and kissing him. "Thank you for being so strong." Curt focused his kisses on Arthur's neck, adding small nips and a wet tongue. His hands worked their way under Arthur's dark green t-shirt, seeking his nipples. Arthur moaned and twisted under the onslaught.

Breathlessly Arthur murmured, "You looked beautiful together. He still has the magnetic pull I remember, more so in person."

"Yes, but he's always relied on that charm to get his own way. We'll have to be very careful, realize that he'll try to manipulate us, and not let him get away with it. If things work out, he'll end up here with us. Do you think you'll be okay with that?"

Arthur placed his hands on either side of Curt's face, gently forcing Curt to meet his eyes. "I want you to be happy. If that means making a three-way relationship work, I'm willing to try." Arthur smiled, slightly embarrassed. "It's not like I'm not attracted to Brian. But he may be the one to see a threat, not a lover. I just want us to be happy."

Curt grinned. "Me too. Let's take it one step at a time, help Brian get out first, then see what happens." Arthur nodded, then gasped as Curt pulled Arthur's shirt over his head, pushing him back against the wall and trapping his hands over his head. Arthur struggled just enough to bring their bodies into intimate contact.

Instead of the crushing, full-mouth kiss Arthur expected, Curt fastened his mouth on Arthur's right elbow and proceeded to kiss and nibble the sensitive flesh of Arthur's exposed upper arm. When Curt reached his armpit, Arthur couldn't help laughing and wriggling. "No fair, that tickles," Arthur gasped.

Curt took one more lick before releasing Arthur's arms and attaching his mouth to a hardened nipple. Arthur buried his hands in Curt's hair. "Oh, that feels wonderful." Curt moved on to breathe light, feathery kisses over the other nipple.

Finally Curt stepped back, tugging off his own navy blue t-shirt, then returning to press Arthur against the wall. Curt's hands closed around Arthur's hips, forcing them to remain still as his thigh wedged between Arthur's legs. They heard the rasp of denim on denim as Curt finally urged Arthur to move against him.

Soon that contact wasn't enough for either of them. Arthur smoothly reversed their positions so Curt leaned against the wall. Then he dropped to Curt's feet, removing shoes and socks. When Arthur looked up, Curt had already unzipped his pants and begun pushing them off his hips. Arthur took Curt's hands and placed them against the wall by his hips. "Keep them there," he demanded before dragging the jeans down and off completely.

Curt's arms remained motionless but his eyes followed every move Arthur made as he stripped. When Arthur knelt and kissed his knee, Curt twitched but kept his hands still. This became increasingly difficult as Arthur licked his way up Curt's leg, teasing his inner thigh but avoiding his cock. "Arthur," Curt growled, fisting his hands to keep from grabbing Arthur's head and forcing that hot mouth onto his neglected cock.

Arthur pulled back and looked up at Curt. Passion and need blazed between them. Arthur voiced the thought foremost in his mind. "I love you." Then he enveloped Curt's cock in his warm, moist mouth. Curt tensed, muscles trembling as Arthur sucked and licked and worshipped his cock.

Through the haze of incredible sensations radiating from his cock, Curt managed to beg, "Please, Arthur, I want to be up your ass when I come."

Arthur pulled back, allowing Curt's cock to slip from between his lips. "Then you'll have to catch me," he said, jumping up and loping in the direction of the bedroom. Curt stood against the wall for a moment, stunned at the abrupt departure of his lover. Then he laughed and tore through the apartment in search of Arthur.

Fortunately Arthur wasn't exactly trying to hide, so Curt discovered him quickly as he entered the bedroom. Moving around the room, Arthur put up token protest but was captured trying to escape across the bed. Standing next to the bed, Curt laughed in triumph as he reeled Arthur in by his ankles, sliding him on his stomach closer to the edge of the bed.

Curt ran his hand possessively over Arthur's ass and proclaimed, "Okay, I caught you. Now I get to fuck you, right?"

"Yes, master," Arthur teased.

In response, a sharp smack stung Arthur's ass, sending a pulse of need straight to his cock. As Curt grabbed a condom and lube from the bedside table, he urged Arthur onto his back, explaining, "I want to see your face." Then Curt arranged Arthur so that his ass was near the edge of the bed. Stepping between Arthur's legs, Curt gently pushed them apart. Arthur bent his knees and wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling them back to his chest. He lay there before Curt, exposed and open, submitting himself fully, trusting Curt to give him pleasure.

Curt recognized the vulnerability and trust inherent in Arthur's position. Meeting Arthur's intense gaze, Curt said softly, "If this hurts at all, tell me and we'll do something else, okay?"

Arthur looked stubborn. "I want you inside me," he said, but finally nodded.

Curt caressed Arthur's thighs then moved down, spreading lube around Arthur's anus. Carefully, Curt pushed a slick finger inside, meeting slight resistance but causing no distress. More lube and another finger, and Arthur began rocking his hips, demanding more. Finally, Arthur felt the fingers being removed and the blunt head of Curt's cock nudging his ass.

Penetration was not completely without pain, but Arthur breathed deeply and relaxed into the feeling of fullness until the burning pain transformed into blinding pleasure. Releasing his legs, Arthur wrapped them around Curt's hips, pulling him close. Curt reached down to capture Arthur's arms, locking them together hand to elbow. Thus connected, Curt and Arthur thrust against each other with increasing savagery, feeding off each other's love, trust, and desperate need for completion. Together they erupted, shattering into billions of sub-atomic particles. Eventually the laws of physics reinstated themselves, binding them together, and leaving Curt and Arthur collapsed on the bed.

*****

Five days later, Arthur lay snuggled in Curt's arms in the t.v. room, watching the media frenzy accompanying Tommy Stone's retirement press conference. Arthur had covered the story since the final concert, three days ago, and was not really paying much attention to the hysterical sorrow of the fans being interviewed.

As far as crazy, spur of the moment, desperate plans went, things had gone unbelievably well. Tommy Stone's vocal problems on stage had been realistic, the medical opinion had been grim, the tour had been cancelled, and today Tommy Stone had released a heartbreaking farewell to his fans.

Now, the final stage of their plan was underway. Brian had convinced Shannon that he was so devastated by this turn of events that he needed to go home to England to recuperate. Since she was entangled in tour business, he suggested that he leave immediately, and she could follow later. She had personally seen Tommy Stone onto the plane. The plan called for Brian to leave the plane, and for a decoy, a man dressed as Tommy Stone, to leave it in London.

Arthur's attention was instead focused on the tension he felt in Curt's body. Tension caused, in part, by waiting to see if Brian had made good his escape, leaving the plane undetected to return to their apartment. Arthur was concerned that the remaining part of his tension stemmed from the thought of Brian's imminent arrival.

Over the past days, Curt had vacillated from concern for Arthur's feelings, to excitement at the prospect of a second chance with Brian, to crushing uncertainty about whether or not they could make a three-way relationship work. Some details took on exaggerated importance. Curt's apartment had several spare bedrooms, but Curt was unsure what Brian, or Arthur for that matter, would expect of their sleeping arrangements. He wasn't sure himself.

Both Curt and Arthur had been busy setting things up behind the scenes, and then Arthur had worked overtime covering the story. Consequently, they had spent little time together during the day. At night, Arthur would curl himself around Curt, holding him, the solid feel of their bodies a reassurance that somehow things would settle down and work out.

Arthur sat up, draping one arm along the sofa behind Curt. He used his free hand to stroke Curt's face, his hair. "He'll be here soon. Try to relax," Arthur soothed, rubbing Curt's shoulder.

"Hmm, feels good." Curt allowed Arthur to remove his shirt. Curt stretched out on his stomach, Arthur straddling his ass, then submitted to Arthur's warm, solid touch.

Arthur worked on Curt's tight muscles, tracing the curves of neck and shoulders, the raised ridge of vertebrae dividing the hard back. Arthur once again found himself enthralled by the sheer beauty of the man before him. Not just the perfection of physical form, although that was breath-taking to be sure, but the brave spirit that animated it. Curt had faced so many obstacles, overcome such odds, that Arthur ached to provide any small comfort.

Relaxing to a state of near bonelessness, Curt purred, "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Leaning down, Arthur kissed the base of Curt's neck, slowly nibbling his way up to Curt's ear to whisper, "You didn't have to do anything, just being yourself is enough." Reaching for Curt's hair-tie, Arthur undid the ponytail, running his fingers through the free strands, simply playing with them, and then kneading Curt's scalp. Curt shivered with pleasure. Eventually, Arthur helped Curt sit up, and then he gathered as much of Curt's hair as he could and smoothed it back into a ponytail.

Curt leaned back against Arthur's chest, murmuring his thanks as Arthur encircled him in his arms. They remained together like that, Arthur's hands lightly skimming Curt's chest and stomach, touching to comfort not arouse.

When the doorbell rang, Arthur turned off the t.v. while Curt pulled on his shirt. Together they walked into the main room and to the door.

*****

Brian was practically bouncing off the apartment walls, so excited and relieved to be free of Tommy Stone. After a quick greeting and assurance that all had gone as planned, Brian thoroughly explored the apartment. He ended up in the music studio, thrilled to see Curt's setup. "Oh, Curt, we're going to get to play together again!" The delighted yet sensual look implied that Brian was alluding to more than music.

Curt caught his breath, stunned at the rush of emotions he felt toward this man. He had carried their love in his heart, even when his head had told him to let go. Unfortunately, he had also carried the scars of loving Brian, and now he faced the underlying fear of future pain. Ultimately, Curt knew he would be willing to risk just about anything for a second chance with Brian, anything but Arthur.

"You still haven't seen the roof. Let's run up and take a look, then maybe have something to eat, if you're hungry," Curt said, smiling at Brian while taking Arthur's hand. The three ended up sitting around a table watching the sun set and the lights of the city appear. Silence stretched between them, not quite uncomfortable, but charged with questions and emotions.

Eventually the chill of the evening became uncomfortable, so the men returned inside. Curt had made lasagna earlier that day, and now reheated it as he made a salad. Brian and Arthur sat at the counter, watching Curt and sneaking occasional glances at each other. Curt observed their interplay with interest.

Setting out silverware, Curt chose the intimacy of the kitchen table rather than the formality of the dining room. After they had all settled in and begun eating, Curt looked over at Brian and said, "I'm glad things have worked out so well so far. Do you have any idea how you'll deal with Shannon?"

Brian grimaced. "I'd rather not. She hated the fact that you and I were together before, and she's actively worked to recreate me into the image she wants."

Curt laughed. "Then I guess living with two guys won't sit very well with her."

"Hardly." Brian flushed slightly. "She's very jealous and controlling. She hasn't let me see anyone in several years. I either shagged her or no one. Lately, no one has been preferable."

"Well, we'll figure out a way to deal with her, eventually." Curt looked over at Arthur, eating silently, and broached the subject they all had been avoiding. "Right now, we need to get to know each other, find out if we can get along together."

Arthur finally spoke up. "Brian, I know you don't know me, but this means so much to Curt. I hope you'll give me a chance."

Brian looked at Curt with a grin and then turned to meet Arthur's eyes. "Curt always had good taste in men, I'll trust his judgement now." Brian ran his hands through his hair, tucking it behind his ears. "I was surprised to see you with Curt when we first met, and I acted like an ass. Curt's right, I'm used to getting my own way most of the time."

"That's okay." Arthur shrugged. "We are in a somewhat unconventional situation. Just remember that I'd do almost anything to keep Curt from getting hurt again." Arthur's voice was low, but tinged with underlying determination.

"I want to make Curt happy, too," Brian said, sounding slightly defensive. "If this is what he wants, I'll try."

Impulsively, Curt jumped up, leaning down to kiss first Brian and then Arthur. Returning to his chair, Curt laughed, "I can't believe this is really happening."

*****

They spent the evening in Curt's studio. Over the years, Curt had accumulated a variety of exquisitely crafted guitars. Curt was playing his favorite acoustic, a cut-away made of flame koa, a rich, deep honey-colored wood. The fingerboard was inlayed with abalone in a complex vine pattern. Brian had chosen an elegant quilted maple acoustic, finding it as bright and responsive as it looked.

They had started by playing random riffs, slowly drifting into different keys, rhythms and dynamics. Arthur sat curled in an armchair watching them jam. Curt looked enraptured, caught up in the music and his non-verbal connection with Brian. They played in such accord that Arthur could practically see the currents of energy flowing between the two.

Arthur felt his fear and jealousy surface. Curt had this talented, bewitching man in his life again. The man Arthur had emulated, the image he had used to lure Curt the first time. Why would Curt want him now? As Arthur began to sink into a state of depression, he looked over and caught Curt's eyes. Curt's intense expression of joy and love for him enveloped Arthur, stealing his breath and reassuring his heart.

Eventually they tired, putting the guitars back in their cases and coming over to join Arthur. "You sounded terrific," Arthur offered with a smile.

Brian smiled back. "Thanks. It feels good to actually play guitar with someone again." Turning to face Curt, Brian said, "That that someone is you is even better." He stepped closer to Curt, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing his mouth.

Curt returned the kiss, but broke away before things got too heated. "Brian, I've thought a lot about this. I don't think we should just jump into bed and think that sex will miraculously make everything okay."

Brian looked surprised. "I don't believe I'm hearing this from you. I know you want me, and I certainly want you." Brian's lips pouted enticingly and his hand stroked up and down Curt's back.

"Of course I do, but that's not the point," Curt replied as he stepped away from Brian's touch. "If this is going to work, it has to be equal. You and Arthur need time to get comfortable with each other. I don't want either one of you to feel left out."

Brian snorted quietly. "So how am I supposed to feel, sleeping in a guest room while you two are snuggling in the big bed?"

Curt flushed slightly. "There are enough bedrooms of all of us to sleep alone."

The startled gasp from Arthur made it clear that this discussion was new to him as well. Recovering quickly, Arthur asked, "Are you sure that's what you want? As Brian said, it's a big bed...we could all sleep in it together."

"Yeah," Brian nodded.

Curt looked squarely at the men in front of him. "Let's be realistic here. If we were in bed together, how long do you really think it would be before we were fucking our brains out?"

No one wanted to answer that question.

Before they went to their separate rooms to sleep, Curt held Arthur and Brian, one on either side, kissing them both lightly. "Thank you for understanding."

*****

The next few days were interesting. The three men spent time together, getting to know each other and beginning to trust that their feelings were real. However, nobody was sleeping well alone, and the unsatisfied sexual tension was getting more tangible by the hour.

They had been talking in the living room when Demon appeared to demand food. Curt excused himself, leaving Brian and Arthur alone. Taking the chance to speak openly to Brian, Arthur said, "I'm glad you're here, Brian. I can see how happy Curt is to have this second chance. I hope you're feeling more comfortable with the whole situation, with me."

Brian looked at Arthur. "You know, I was sure that once I was back in Curt's life, he would see how much he needed me, and how little he needed you. But now that I'm here, I see how much he needs you, needs us both." Brian smiled. "It's quite a surprise, but I'm finding that I don't feel threatened by it. In fact, I really like you."

Curt returned to find Arthur and Brian grinning at each other, and unwilling to tell him what was so amusing.

Dinner that night was filled with companionable conversation and not so subtle sexual banter. Brian and Arthur slowly chipped away at Curt, letting him know that they were tired of waiting. Finally Curt's resolve eroded. "So, would you guys feel comfortable sleeping in the big bed tonight?"

Arthur grinned. "Haven't you realized by now that we want to give you anything you want?"

"Well, in that case..." Curt waggled his eyebrows, then sent a sultry look across the table.

"Finish your dinner first, or you won't get any dessert," Brian teased.

*****

After dinner, they cleared the dishes and straightened the kitchen. The undercurrents of tension that had swirled around the apartment earlier had dissipated, replaced, instead, with a growing anticipation.

Curt decided to relax and simply enjoy indulging his need for Brian and Arthur. During dinner, Curt had felt that some sort of understanding had been reached. Brian and Arthur were placing Curt's desire for both of them ahead of a need for exclusive attention.

Hanging up the hand towel and walking out of the kitchen, Curt advanced on his men. He looped his arm around Arthur's waist and then dragged him over to Brian, completing the chain with his other arm. "So, are we finally ready for dessert?"

Shaking his head, Brian said brightly, "You're interrupting a fascinating discussion on the attractions of Manchester and Birmingham. Dessert may have to wait."

Curt groaned loudly, dropping his head forward in disgust. "If you two start singing 'God Save the Queen' I'm going to cry."

Arthur looked over Curt's head to Brian. "Think he's suffered enough?"

"I'm sure we could torment him further, but we'd only be hurting ourselves, so I suggest mercy." Brian ran his free hand along Curt's chest until he found a nipple. Arthur followed Brian's lead, pinching lightly on Curt's other nipple.

Curt's head snapped up, looking from one man to the other. "I'm not sure I can survive you ganging up on me," Curt gasped.

Brian smiled. "Oh, I think it's what you want. You can handle it, or we can take it slow." Moving his hand to cover Arthur's, Brian drew it to his lips and began placing kisses along Arthur's knuckles.

Arthur stopped breathing for a moment, paralyzed by the concept of Brian's touch. While his imagination had pictured Brian and Curt together, and himself with Curt, it had somehow failed to make the final leap to include Brian touching him. It was an incredible feeling. He caught Curt's eyes, seeing the laughter and love reflected in them. Leaning over, Arthur closed the distance between them, capturing Curt's lips with his own.

Brian kissed his way up Arthur's hand and arm to nuzzle softly at his neck. Arthur released Curt slowly, and turned to find a warm, wet tongue teasing his mouth open. Brian and Arthur's kiss deepened as they became accustomed to each other.

Curt was astonished by the jolt of pleasure that shot through him as he gazed at the men in his arms. "You look so fucking good together," Curt growled.

They broke apart, breathing heavily and looking slightly stunned. Brian nipped Arthur's lips lightly and said, "Well, that answers the do-we-turn-each-other-on question." They smiled together, and then turned to Curt, including him in a slightly awkward but enthusiastic three-way kiss.

"Let's move this party into the bedroom," Curt suggested, untangling himself from their huddle. He took a few steps in the right direction, stripping off his shirt and sending an intent and hungry look over his shoulder as he drifted down the hall.

Brian and Arthur stood transfixed for a moment, watching Curt's retreating back. "Damn," Brian sighed, "he still has that look, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yeah," Arthur shivered. They followed Curt into the bedroom, drawn inexorably by his smoldering need.

Once he reached the bedroom, Curt pulled off his shoes and socks and unzipped his jeans. When he turned to the bed, intent on readying his playground, he discovered Demon curled up in the pillows. He carefully lifted her, cradling her against his chest while looking for a better spot.

Brian and Arthur entered in time to see Curt gently petting the cat and talking to her softly. "And he's kind to small animals, too," Arthur smirked.

Curt looked up. "There goes my mystique." He walked to the door, setting Demon down and pushing her in the direction of another bedroom. "Somehow, I don't think it's a good idea to let her see what's going to go on in here."

Brian pulled his shirt off and went into Curt's arms, rubbing his smooth chest against Curt's. His hands pushed Curt's jeans down his hips, exposing Curt's arousal. Taking Curt's cock in his hands, Brian began stroking it. "It's been forever since I touched you." Brian kissed Curt's mouth then slithered down his body to kiss and lick his cock.

Curt instinctively brought his hands to Brian's head, petting the sleek hair. "I'm here now." Curt pushed himself gently into Brian's mouth, seeking more of the wet warmth. He gasped as Brian moved his hands, cupping Curt's ass.

>From across the room, Arthur tried to suppress a groan. As Curt was sending Demon out, he had turned down the bed and made sure that condoms and lube were easily accessible. He had turned back in time to see Brian going down on Curt. Instead of the jealousy he was afraid he might feel, Arthur had felt a sharp stab of pleasure at the sight. For a moment, Arthur was a teenager, back home in his room pouring over pictures of Brian and Curt. Unconsciously, Arthur had pulled up his shirt and opened his jeans, one hand rubbing his stomach and chest while the other closed around his erection.

Curt heard Arthur's groan, and almost came as he saw the lust and longing in Arthur's eyes. Brian felt Curt tense and backed off, not wanting to push Curt over yet. Breathing deeply, Curt reached out with one hand, beckoning Arthur to join them. Arthur blinked at the motion and returned to the present. He walked over to them, taking Curt's hand and kissing it.

Brian worked Curt's jeans down his legs, urging him to step out of them. Standing up, Brian reached for Arthur, running his hands under the shirt and pulling it over Arthur's head. Curt watched with fascination as Brian draped himself against Arthur's back, tracing patterns over Arthur's body with his fingers and sucking on the back of Arthur's neck. Curt covered Arthur's front, hands caressing Brian's arms and lips nibbling Arthur's neck.

Tucked in the middle between these two gorgeous men, Arthur wrapped his arms around Curt's hips and tried not to lose control. The urge to grind himself forward into Curt's cock was counter-balanced by the desire to move his ass back against Brian's cock. Curt solved Arthur's obvious dilemma by saying, "It's okay, move and we'll find your rhythm."

Arthur groaned, feeling the heat and hardness of Curt's naked body one moment and then the sleek silk of Brian the next. Arthur had never felt so surrounded by strength, by power. It was exhilarating.

Sensing things could get totally out of control, Curt pulled back. "If we're not careful, this will be over before either one of you is naked."

"Certainly can't have that," Arthur laughed, slipping out of his jeans. Brian looked at Arthur's body, taking in the lean, muscular form with a smile of appreciation. Curt stripped Brian's pants off, allowing Arthur to see Brian, so angular and alluring.

Curt caught his breath at the sight of the two men he loved standing side by side, naked, aroused, and awaiting his pleasure. There were so many possibilities, and he wanted to explore them all. But for now, Curt asked, "Any preferences, guys?"

Arthur shook his head, relinquishing control to Curt. Brian looked intently at Curt and said, "Curt, it's been so long, I need you in me."

"Okay," Curt said, pulling Brian and Arthur onto the center of the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. For several minutes they wriggled against each other, tickling, stroking, pinching, kissing and laughing with the excitement of the moment.

Finally Curt nipped Brian's lips, whispering, "Hands and knees." Brian groaned with arousal and anticipation. While Curt reached for the lube, Arthur knelt next to Brian, stroking and kissing Brian's back and shoulders, playing with his long hair, helping him relax. Curt circled his slick finger around Brian's anus before slowly slipping it in. Curt still remembered how Brian had always been incredibly tight. After so many years, Curt didn't want to hurt him now.

At the first intrusion, Brian involuntarily tensed. Arthur soothed him with his hands, kissing his mouth to distract him. Curt brushed his finger over Brian's prostate, hoping the sensation would help. Brian moaned into Arthur's mouth and pushed his hips back, wanting more. Carefully, Curt worked a second finger in, stretching and loosening the muscle. "You're doing great, Brian. Let me in. It will feel so good."

When he thought Brian was ready, Curt added more lube and a third finger. Brian accepted the added width without pain but with some impatience. "Come on, mate, fuck me already."

Curt withdrew his fingers, and Arthur gave him a towel and then a condom. Curt kissed Arthur firmly. "Thanks, love."

Spreading Brian's legs wider, Curt positioned himself, running his hands over the smooth flesh of Brian's ass. Curt pushed gently, then more firmly until he sank slowly into Brian. He stopped with just the head of his cock buried in Brian's tightness. Looking to see how Brian was doing, Curt saw Brian gripping Arthur's hand tightly. Arthur made quiet, reassuring noises near Brian's ear. After a moment to adjust, Brian relaxed and Curt was able to thrust in all the way.

Brian groaned loudly, and Curt froze. "Brian, are you okay?" When there was no response, Curt looked to Arthur who was facing Brian, needing to be sure.

Brian pulled Arthur's mouth into a deep kiss. When he released Arthur, Brian said, "Do it, Curt."

Curt tried to keep a slow, easy pace, but Brian wouldn't allow it. Gradually, Curt moved faster, thrusting harder and deeper. Brian was crying out with pleasure at each thrust. When Brian went silent and Arthur started making noise, Curt looked up to find Arthur on his back against the pillows, legs spread on either side of Brian's head. Brian was skillfully sucking Arthur to the rhythm of Curt's thrusts.

When Arthur's eyes met Curt's their pleasure multiplied. A man could only take so much. Curt began thrusting in earnest, slamming into Brian's ass, reaching a hand down to stroke Brian's cock. Brian swallowed Arthur deep, humming his pleasure while working his finger into Arthur's ass. Curt cried out first, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. Brian sucked ruthlessly, and rubbed his finger over Arthur's prostate, triggering Arthur's orgasm. As the taste of semen burst onto Brian's tongue, he came into Curt's fist.

Several minutes and a bit of maneuvering later, the three men lay curled together, exhausted but satisfied. Curt was in the middle, wrapped around Arthur and held by Brian. Their silence held the wonder of the present and the promise of a future together.