Title: Kiss Me Like the Ocean Breeze
Author: kimberlite
Pairing: Curt/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance (vacation fluff)
Warnings: Do I really need to warn for dressing up and light BDSM?
Archive: Please ask first.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Todd Haynes, not me.
Thank you: To Alex, as always, for encouragement and beta.
Summary: Months after the events in "Different Colors Made of Tears" Curt and Arthur take a vacation.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

Kiss Me Like the Ocean Breeze

Monday

The air seemed to brighten as Curt and Arthur drove out of the city. The claustrophobically tall buildings were replaced by houses and trees, and finally by open spaces, sandy soil and scrubby vegetation. As they pulled into South Hampton, it felt like they were entering a completely different world, not simply Long Island.

They followed directions and parked at the beach house. "This is great," Arthur enthused, taking the house key and jumping out of the car to explore.

Curt remained seated behind the wheel for a moment, smiling to himself at Arthur's infectious happiness. Arthur was often so serious, so consumed in his work, that it pleased Curt that he could abandon himself so completely to a vacation.

Getting out of the car, Curt opened the back of the station wagon and grabbed his acoustic guitar. While the other stuff could wait a bit, a guitar was like an animal, not to be left in a hot car, even for a little while. Trailing after Arthur, Curt surveyed the house and grounds. Things hadn't changed much even though it had been several years since Curt had been out to visit Peter, his friend and occasional
business partner.

Arthur and Curt had never managed to make time to visit. However, circumstances had conspired to send them out of the city and onto the beach. Emily, a lawyer friend of Arthur's, was getting married in South Hampton, and she wanted them at the wedding. Curt had realized it was the perfect opportunity to get away, and had arranged with Peter to use his house for the week leading up to the festivities.

Curt grinned at the thought of having Arthur to himself for five days, before Mandy and Andrea took the train out to join them for the weekend wedding. It had been nearly five months since the abduction, and in that time, they had continued to work and live their normal lives. All things considered, they were doing very well, but it would be good to take a little break, forget about everything and simply indulge themselves in each other.

Opening the front door, Curt walked through the short entryway and bright kitchen into the large living room, where he set down his guitar. Considering some of the houses in the Hamptons, this three-bedroom house was a modest retreat. But seeing the wooden floors, comfortable furniture, tv and modern stereo system, and the floor to ceiling windows displaying a spectacular view of sand and sea, Curt certainly wasn't complaining.

Arthur came back in from the deck and bounded over to Curt. "You didn't tell me there was a hot tub, love." Arthur was practically purring as he rubbed his body against Curt's.

Wrapping his arms around Arthur, Curt kissed him lingeringly. "I wanted to keep a few surprises."

Laughing, Arthur said, "I thought the surprises were in the bag you wouldn't let me help you pack."

Caught, Curt confessed, "Well, yeah, there are a few surprises there, too."

Arthur kissed Curt's nose. "Which will be revealed all in good time, no doubt. Want to get the stuff in and then go walk on the beach?"

"You bet."

*****

After unpacking the food, clothes, and other assorted things they had brought, Curt and Arthur were upstairs in the master bedroom, changing into swimming trunks. Curt tossed his clothes into an untidy pile on the floor while Arthur neatly folded his onto a chair. Naked, Curt went into the bathroom, rummaging around in their toiletry bag. Returning to the bedroom, he saw Arthur stepping into his trunks. "Wait a sec, love, if you don't use sunscreen you'll end up looking like a lobster."

Dropping the trunks, Arthur walked unselfconsciously over to Curt, swaying his hips slightly, teasingly. "I thought you liked lobster -- the challenge of working past the tough shell to get to the tender, succulent meat."

Arthur stopped in front of Curt, licking his fingertips and brushing them over Curt's sensitive nipples. At the butterfly-light touch, Curt released the breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. "God, Arthur, do you know what you do to me? I'm so in tune with you, you can make me hard with a glance, a word, a touch."

Smiling, Arthur touched his lips lightly against Curt's, speaking into his mouth, "You can do the same to me. I love you so much."

Curt pressed closer, capturing Arthur's lips and aligning their hips so their cocks nestled against each other. "Love you too, want you."

Wiggling away from Curt, Arthur said, "Not yet. I want you so crazy for me you can't wait another second." Arthur took the sunscreen from Curt's unresisting hand, opened it and squirted some onto his hand. "Come here, I don't want you out of commission with sunburn either."

Curt stuck his lower lip out, trying valiantly to imitate a Brian-pout, and whined, "Oh, come on, just a quickie to start the vacation off right."

Arthur smacked his arm lightly, smirking at Curt's expression. "No, you're going to have to work for it this time. I want you to see the rewards of delayed gratification."

Curt groaned and reached for the sunscreen. "And I suppose you want me to spread this on your back, don't you?"

"You bet."

*****

The gritty sand was hot until they got down to the water. Where the waves washed up, the sand was cool, damp and wonderful. "I love the ocean smell and the sound of the waves breaking," Arthur told Curt as they walked down the beach hand in hand.

Raising his face to the sun, Curt agreed, "It's beautiful. It feels so good to be out of the city, like we've stopped time and entered our own fantasy world." A wave rushed over their feet and ankles then retreated, carrying sand with it.

"Yeah, sometimes I forget there's an entire world outside New York. Let's try to remember to step away more often."

Curt raised Arthur's hand to his lips. "I'm so glad we're getting this chance to be together, away from everything, no distractions, just the two of us."

Arthur turned his hand to caress Curt's face. "Me too."

In comfortable silence, they walked on, stopping occasionally to pick up interesting looking shells.

*****

The setting sun painted the sky a brilliant combination of red, orange and gold. Curt and Arthur sat on the deck, curled together in a lounge chair, watching the spectacle. Curt held Arthur loosely, stroking his chest, occasionally humming along with the stereo as it played Bach's Brandenberg Concerto #3.

Arthur sighed in contentment.

Smiling, Curt whispered, "Arthur, love, I'm so happy to be here with you."

"I'm rather pleased myself, love." Arthur paused for a moment, then said seriously, "We've been through hell and survived it together, but I'd much rather spend time with you in paradise."

Curt's arms tightened briefly at the images of blood and fear and pain Arthur's words evoked. Even now, knowing that the stalker was locked away, they both still struggled with moments of anger and panic. "We survived, we're safe and we're together. I think we deserve some time to ourselves in this beautiful place."

Arthur shuddered slightly. "You know, I'm still shocked that he pled guilty. It would have been awful to have had to testify publicly about what happened."

"As much as I hate him for what he did to us, I think maybe he was trying to atone in some small way." Curt's voice was soft and sorrowful.

Arthur brought one of Curt's hands to his lips, kissing gently. "I love you, Curt -- your compassion, your strength, your wild spirit. You've made me complete in ways I never realized I was incomplete."

Curt shifted them until they were facing each other. "Oh Arthur, you actually make me feel worthy of your love. After so many lonely years, finding you again was an incredible gift. We match perfectly, love."

The gentle kiss they shared expressed their love, infinite and eternal.

*****

Curt had made a chicken casserole the night before and they heated it, eating dinner by candlelight at the deck table. The day had been filled with quiet moments, laughter, and the simple joy of being together. They had touched constantly, teasing, petting, and playing, increasing the sexual tension between them all the while knowing they would wait until evening for more intimate contact.

Arthur lured Curt into the hot tub, loving the feeling of weightlessness and liquid heat. Over the incessant gurgling of the bubbles, Arthur laughingly pulled Curt on top of him. "You're as slippery as a seal."

Curt wiggled against Arthur, sliding slickly over his smooth skin. "Does that mean you're trying to catch me?" Curt pushed off, floating to the other side of the small pool.

Tracking Curt with his eyes, Arthur smiled teasingly. "Oh, I think I've already caught you, I'm just waiting to reel you in."

Taking a deep breath, Curt dipped below the water, disappearing from view. Arthur gasped when his legs were spread and Curt's mouth closed over his rapidly hardening cock. Arthur allowed the unusual caress for a moment, then tugged gently, forcing Curt to the surface.

Curt surged out of the water, flipping back his hair and spraying water across Arthur's face. "Hey, I wasn't done yet," Curt pouted.

Laughing, Arthur responded, "You may like to think you can breathe underwater, but I'm just being sensible. If you want mouth-to-mouth all you have to do is ask."

Curt growled and stretched out over Arthur. "Okay, I'm asking."

Arthur carefully covered Curt's lips with his own and breathed into Curt's mouth. Curt took the offered breath, kissing Arthur back. "With your love, you give me life."

"You'd better be careful or you're going to make me cry." Arthur nuzzled Curt's neck, working his hands into the dampness of Curt's hair.

Curt went completely still for a moment, then kissed Arthur's forehead and stood up. Arthur watched moonlight glint off the water cascading down Curt's naked body as he walked the short distance to the controls, turned the bubbles off, and returned to the water. "I want to be with you in the stillness of the night. I want to listen to your heartbeat and hear the waves breaking against the shore. I want to see the stars blazing in space, and know that you are next to me, loving me forever."

Arthur moved over to wrap his arms around Curt, cradling Curt against his chest and stroking Curt's hair. "I'm here, love, sharing the beauty of the night, of our love. Forever."

As Curt and Arthur floated in the now quiet water, the tone of the evening changed. Their arousal was not diminished, but the raw hunger for sex metamorphosed into sensual longing for lovemaking. Finally Curt drew Arthur out of the hot tub, holding him close as the ocean breeze kissed their bodies, a cool caress after the heat of the water.

Grabbing a towel, Curt dried Arthur then let Arthur dry him. "Let's go inside, love," Curt whispered.

Smiling, Arthur said, "I'd follow you anywhere, love."

*****

Arching his back, Arthur clutched Curt's shoulders, pushing down and moaning at the exquisite sensations coursing through him as he took Curt inside himself again. They faced each other, Curt kneeling on the carpet of the bedroom, Arthur straddling Curt's lap. Curt's hands held Arthur's hips as he slowly moved up and down on Curt's cock. Curt met and held Arthur's gaze, liquid hazel sparking off glinting blue-green. Arthur bent his head, lips and tongue coalescing with Curt's. Matching the rhythm of the waves, they rocked together, building their passion until they crested, crashing onto the shore.

*****

Tuesday

The next morning Curt and Arthur slept in, lazing together in the muted half-light that poured in through the shutters. The day would be hot, and they appreciated the respite of their small sanctuary.

Finally ready to face the day, they cleaned up and made coffee, sitting outside on the deck to enjoy it. Curt couldn't help watching Arthur, relaxing across from him in a pair of shorts. Arthur's chest was smooth, his pristine white skin touched lightly by the sun's rays. By the end of the week, Curt was sure it would be a beautiful golden honey color.

"Yesterday I saw bicycles in the laundry room. Do you think it would be okay to ride them into town and look around?" Arthur asked Curt.

Grinning his pleasure, Curt answered, "Yeah, Peter has all sorts of stuff here and we're welcome to use any of it. Riding into town sounds like fun."

"Cool."

*****

While it had been a long time since either of them had ridden a bicycle, as Curt pedaled happily next to Arthur he supposed it was true that one never forgot. Smiling lazily as the wind blew against his face, Curt let the feeling of freedom wash over him.

Arthur saw Curt's exhilarated smile and mirrored it with his own. He loved watching Curt, so expressive, so passionate in everything he did. Seeing him so carefree and at peace made Arthur incredibly happy.

Before they had left, Curt had put on a beaten up, gray Tigers baseball cap, pulling his hair through the back into a ponytail. Arthur thought Curt looked extremely sexy in his t-shirt and shorts, and the ponytail just added to the casual look. Curt had insisted that Arthur wear a hat also. Even though he didn't really like them, Arthur was touched by Curt's concern for him, so he had chosen a white Jets cap. For someone who wore the things only occasionally, Curt had a rather extensive cap collection.

The weekday traffic was light even as they reached town. Arthur followed Curt until he stopped at a bicycle rack by the main street. Hopping off, Arthur parked, letting Curt lock their bikes together to the rack. "Is that really necessary?" Arthur wanted to know, surveying the brick sidewalks and neat buildings of their quaint surroundings.

Curt looked up, grimacing slightly. "City instincts, I guess. Better safe, and all that."

"Yeah, makes sense. I didn't mean you shouldn't, just that it seems a shame we have to." Arthur shrugged, a vague feeling of discomfort haunting him. His tendency to trust in the honesty and goodness of people had been shaken by the assault, but he resisted the reaction to trust no one.

Seeming to understand Arthur's dilemma, Curt stood up and took his hand. "Yeah, I know what you mean, love."

They walked up the main street, looking in the shop windows at upscale clothing and art. "Some of this stuff is really
nice, but man, some of it sucks." Curt grinned at Arthur,
pointing out a particularly atrocious flowered outfit.

Arthur snorted. "Mandy would have a fit if we bought that for her."

Laughing, Curt said, "I think she'd make us go out with her when she wore it. Now Andrea, she's the one who would have the fit."

They continued down the street, laughing quietly and enjoying the frivolousness of their journey. Reaching the end of the block, they found a bakery. "You realize that the gravitational pull of chocolate exceeds that of a black hole, don't you?" Curt asked as he dragged Arthur into the shop.

Looking at the tasty display of pastries and cakes, Arthur said, "In that case, I guess resistance is futile."

"Try not to sound too upset."

*****

Returning to the house, Curt and Arthur stripped down to their shorts. Pouring glasses of iced tea, they settled on the couch to relax. "Mm, nice to cool down a bit." Arthur put his glass on the coffee table and flopped back, resting his head on Curt's lap.

Curt pushed Arthur's damp hair off his forehead, tracing the curves of Arthur's face reverently. "Yes, nice."

Arthur wasn't sure that Curt was actually agreeing with his comment, but pressed on. "Want to take a nap and then go swimming?"

Leaning down to kiss Arthur's lips, Curt agreed, "I'd love to lie down with you."

Arthur rolled off the couch, slinking over to the stairs. Curt watched, fascinated by the sensual flow of Arthur's muscles. Turning a few steps up the stairs, Arthur purred, "You coming?"

"Oh, definitely," Curt smirked, following after his love.

*****

They napped for an hour or so, then lay together under the breeze from the ceiling fan, talking quietly and touching gently. "This feels so decadent," Arthur said, running his hand across Curt's stomach.

Curt moaned, arching into the touch. "We're on vacation. It's our duty to be decadent."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Twist my arm."

Smiling wolfishly, Curt flipped Arthur onto his stomach and twisted his arm gently up behind his back. Curt covered Arthur with his body, nibbling on Arthur's fingers, moving up to the back of Arthur's neck and sucking wetly. Breaking off, Curt purred, "If you insist."

As Curt flipped him, Arthur gave a small shriek that turned into a strangled laugh as he tried to twist out from under Curt. Of course, Arthur's struggling only served to excite Curt more. Arthur felt the evidence of Curt's desire, hot and hard against his ass. "Feels like someone's happy to see me," Arthur teased, wiggling his ass.

Curt insinuated his hand beneath Arthur, unerringly grasping Arthur's erection. "Apparently I'm not the only one. Want to do something about it or go swimming?"

Groaning at Curt's touch, Arthur considered the question. "We could kill two birds with one stone."

Letting go of Arthur, Curt rolled next to him and looked into his eyes. Grinning, Curt asked, "Are you suggesting we go swimming and fuck in the ocean? What a daring suggestion, darling."

Arthur laughed at the poor imitation of party-girl Mandy. "Well, I don't recall you ever having a problem with public nudity."

"I just don't want to frighten the sea gulls. Let's go take a look, we can always wait until dark if we have to."

Kissing Curt, Arthur agreed. "Sounds like a plan."

*****

Another wave approached. Floating on their backs, connected by their hands, Curt and Arthur bobbed up and down as it passed by them. Once they had put on their trunks and reached the beach, they had found several kids playing nearby. While Curt had actually been willing to risk frightening a few sea gulls, they had both agreed that getting arrested wasn't on their list of things to do this vacation.

Nonetheless, the cool water felt wonderful as they floated and played. After a while, Arthur paddled close enough to shore that he could stand. Turning to face Curt, Arthur stretched out his arms, silently calling to Curt.

Seeing Arthur's request, Curt swam in, wrapping him legs around Arthur's waist and gripping Arthur's shoulders to stabilize himself. The water allowed Arthur to easily support Curt. "We definitely have to do this again tonight," Arthur whispered. "I love feeling weightless, being able to pick you up so easily."

Curt touched foreheads with Arthur. "Tonight, then."

*****

They had eaten dinner and were relaxing, listening to music and slowly teasing each other with random touches and provocative words. The nearly full moon, huge on the horizon, gilded the beach grasses and sand, sparkling off the water.

"Ready?" Curt asked hopefully. While he appreciated Arthur's desire to enjoy the anticipation, it felt like he'd been hard for Arthur since they'd driven out of the city.

Arthur knelt on the deck, pushing Curt's thighs apart and working his hand up the leg of Curt's trunks to close around Curt's cock. Caressing the velvety hardness, Arthur kissed Curt's inner thigh, sucking and nipping the tender flesh. "Oh, yeah, I'm more than ready for you, Curt."

Curt groaned as Arthur continued to touch him. "Arthur...I thought you wanted to get in the water."

Grinning at the tension in Curt's voice, Arthur backed off, grabbing a towel and heading for the beach. Curt followed Arthur immediately, drawn to his light like the proverbial moth to a flame.

The sand was still warm between Curt's toes, but not uncomfortably so now that the sun had set. He slipped his arm around Arthur's waist as they strolled down to the water. Arthur dropped the towel onto the dry sand. The beach was illuminated by the moonlight, and they could see they were alone. Arthur wiggled out of his trunks and walked into the water.

Curt bit his lip, overwhelmed by the complex mix of love and lust that surged through him as Arthur's sleek body was engulfed by the water. Shaking himself out of his stupor, Curt stripped, bounding into the water after Arthur.

They floated together, riding the swells of the waves. The primal terror of drifting, exposed in the vast, darkened ocean, was sublimated by the warm presence of the other. "Love you so much, Curt." Arthur tugged Curt closer, swimming in until he could stand comfortably.

Curt wrapped his legs around Arthur's hips, mimicking their position from the afternoon. Leaning in, Curt lapped the salty water droplets off Arthur's face, nuzzling and kissing a path to Arthur's lips. "Love you," Curt murmured into Arthur's mouth.

"Lean back." Arthur guided Curt so he was floating with the waves, arms spread, but legs securely wrapped around Arthur. "Just relax, look at the stars, feel the water, my touch, my love." Arthur traced his hands down Curt's chest, pinching at nipples and stroking over Curt's re-awakening cock with sensual certainty.

Curt reveled in the contrast between the intimate heat of Arthur's body between his legs and the cool, impersonal caress of the ocean over his back. Unselfconsciously, Curt moaned and whimpered his pleasure as Arthur's hands played over his super-sensitive skin.

Arthur loved being in control of Curt's pleasure, loved having the power to focus Curt's seemingly boundless energy. Seeing Curt abandoned to his touch was such an incredible turn-on, especially in this dream-like setting. Arthur wiggled them about until his hand surrounded both their hard cocks, rubbing them against each other. The heat radiating from Curt's body seemed to scorch Arthur, and he abruptly realized that he was balanced on the edge of orgasm.

Curt gasped, suspended right there with Arthur, ready to plunge into free-fall. Arthur pumped their cocks, creating delicious friction. Finally unable to remain still, Curt rocked his hips, thrashing in the water and crying out his pleasure as they came.

Relaxed practically to bonelessness from the intensity of his release, Arthur nonetheless managed to tug Curt inland. As the depth of the water decreased, the exotic feeling of weightlessness ebbed, and Arthur finally had to allow Curt to let go of his waist. They floated in on the waves, ending up curled together in the sand, waves breaking around them.

After kissing Arthur deeply, Curt pulled back, raking his hair off his grinning face. "Wow, that was fantastic. I'll never look at the ocean the same way again."

Arthur laughed quietly. "Or the beach. As much as I love the romantic image of rolling in the surf with you, I'm getting sand in places I'd really rather not."

Realizing that Arthur was quite correct, Curt got to his knees, tugging Arthur up and back into deeper water to rinse off the majority of the gritty sand grains. "I think a shower is in order."

Arthur kissed Curt, holding him close. "Thank you for indulging me, love."

Curt hugged him back. "I'd do anything for you, love."

*****

Wednesday

Curt and Arthur had driven into town the next morning to pick up breakfast from the bakery. Now, they sat in lounge chairs on the deck, sipping coffee and eating croissants. Arthur browsed through the local paper.

"Hey, I thought we agreed on a no-work vacation," Curt said, looking pointedly at the paper.

Shaking his head, Arthur protested, "I'm not working, really, just checking out the events page."

"Right. Anything interesting going on out here?" Curt challenged brightly.

Arthur smiled angelically. "As a matter of fact, I'd like to go to the Hampton Classic today."

"Where?" Curt asked cautiously.

"It's a big horse show."

Curt's face worked into an expression Arthur didn't recognize. "Horse show?"

"Yeah, you know, those gorgeous, sleek, powerful animals."

Curt leaned over to lick butter off of Arthur's fingers. "Sounds like you're describing yourself."

Pulling his fingers out of Curt's mouth, Arthur laughed. "You're incorrigible, Curt." Knowing that Curt was resisting just to tease him, Arthur said, "I used to ride during the summers, when we visited my grandparents in the country. I like horses. Besides, I let you drag me to hockey games, can't you try this?"

"But you ended up liking them," Curt pointed out.

"Exactly."

Feeling the trap close around him, Curt surrendered gracefully. "Okay, we'll go to the horse show today." Smiling lecherously, Curt asked, "Did you wear those tight riding pants?" Curt could only image how luscious a teenaged Arthur would have looked.

Knowing exactly where Curt's mind was going, Arthur put the paper aside and brought Curt's hand to his lips, nibbling on the fingers as he spoke. "Yes...and a black velvet hardhat...and leather riding gloves...and don't forget the boots, love."

Closing his eyes, Curt groaned, feeling each of Arthur's words deep in his gut.

*****

Arthur had been correct. The horses were beautiful -- elegantly powerful yet contained, their great strength directed by the riders -- and Curt was enjoying the competition. It was hot and bright, with the uniquely horsey scent of dust, manure, leather, and excitement carried on the light breeze.

Curt had listened with interest as Arthur had explained what the judges were looking for during the dressage events. It was amazing that the riders and horses were so in tune. The smallest movement of the rider's legs or hands produced signals that were responded to instantly.

Now Curt and Arthur were watching as a horse and rider navigated an imposing-looking course of enormous jumps. Softly Curt asked, "Did you ever jump?"

Arthur smiled at Curt, pleased that he was enjoying their outing. "Yeah, not as large as these, but it's still fantastic to feel the power of the horse beneath you as it leaps, know that you are moving in harmony with the animal. It's really exhilarating."

Watching as Arthur wet his lips with his tongue, Curt's chest tightened as he saw the flush of excitement on Arthur's cheeks and the sparkle in Arthur's beautiful hazel eyes. Yet again, Curt felt deeply grateful that Arthur was here with him now, whole and happy, brimming with love and life.

They watched the next rider enter the ring and begin the course. Curt could hear the pounding of hooves as the horse cantered between brightly colored obstacles. The crowd gasped as the horse nicked a bar but didn't knock it down. Finally the timer stopped as the horse and rider team completed the course.

Curt turned to Arthur, wanting to share his excitement, only to find an empty space where Arthur had been. Irrational fear spiked through Curt, shortening his breath and increasing his heart rate. Arthur wouldn't just disappear on him. Feeling the beginnings of full-fledged panic, Curt scanned the crowd around him, desperately seeking Arthur.

Curt found Arthur, several feet away talking with a man he didn't recognize. Curt tried to relax and control his breathing. Arthur looked toward him, immediately recognizing the look of panic in his eyes. Curt watched as Arthur quickly but politely ended the conversation and returned to Curt, taking his hand. "What's the matter, love?" Arthur asked, concerned.

"I turned to you and you were gone, and I started to panic."

"Oh, Curt. I saw one of Emily's friends and he waved me over. I told you I'd be right back. I certainly didn't mean to scare you." Arthur's accent seemed to thicken as he realized what Curt must have been thinking.

"I didn't hear you. I knew you wouldn't just run off." Curt took another deep breath, letting the connection of Arthur's hand help calm him. "I'm sorry I flipped out on you, Arthur. Do you want to finish your conversation?"

"No, it was just pleasantries, and you have nothing to apologize for." Arthur cupped Curt's face with his palm.

Nuzzling against Arthur's hand, Curt said quietly, "I just hate feeling such terror."

"I know, love. I know."

*****

Curt and Arthur had stayed at the show for a while longer before driving back to the beach house. After taking a quick swim to cool down, they had rinsed the saltwater off under the outdoor shower, and were now ensconced together on a lounge chair, drying off in the sun.

"I feel like a lizard."

Curt grinned at the image of Arthur with scales. "Well that's a real conversation stopper, but I'll try. With your talented tongue and tail, I'm sure you'd make a very sexy lizard."

Glad that Curt was able to tease him, Arthur snuggled closer. "Thanks, I think. Once we're dry, want to grab a quick nap?"

"Sure, that way we can store up some energy, my lizard-love."

Laughing at the endearment, Arthur said suggestively, "Now why would we need energy when we're on vacation?"

"Because I want to open up my bag of surprises." Curt's smile was positively feral.

Responding to the need in Curt's expression, Arthur kissed Curt's lips demandingly. "Looking forward to it."

*****

They didn't really sleep, just spooned together and closed their eyes, resting in the comfort of the embrace. Curt's hand started skimming over Arthur's bare chest and stomach, light, teasing touches meant to slowly feed their arousal. When Curt began kissing and licking the back of Arthur's neck and shoulders, Arthur shuddered delicately at the exquisite sensations.

"You know exactly how to reduce me to a quivering mass of need," Arthur whispered as he arched into Curt's touch. "You know my body better than I do."

"I love you, love your body. Touching you, giving you pleasure, makes me feel incredibly good." Curt used his fingertips to trace along Arthur's hardening cock. "You're so beautiful, love."

Arthur smiled at Curt's words. "I've spent so many years being lonely and uncomfortable with who I am, disliking myself. But with your love, you've changed that -- made me believe in happy endings, truly set me free."

Hugging Arthur closer to him, Curt murmured, "We were meant to be together, to complete each other. You've changed my
world, too, given me hope, laughter, love. We're so lucky to have each other."

Turning to face Curt, Arthur kissed his lips gently. "Yes, we are. I remember that every day. We love each other, no matter what."

"No matter what," Curt agreed, repeating the mantra that had helped them through the terror of the attack and the painful healing process.

They lay together for a time, basking in the reassuring warmth of their embrace, feeling the steady beat of their hearts.

Finally Arthur smoothed his hand down to Curt's hip, pulling their lower bodies together and rubbing against Curt. "Loving you, trusting you, has allowed me to break through my inhibitions. You allow me to be wanton." Arthur punctuated his words with a twist of his hips.

Gasping, Curt melted against Arthur. "I love it when you give up control, when you abandon yourself to me. I love it when you take control, when you command my pleasure. I love it when we join as equals, bonded in love."

"God, Curt, you drive me wild with your words, your touch, your scent, your taste." Arthur buried his face against Curt's shoulder, immersing himself in Curt for a moment. Looking up at his love, Arthur grinned wickedly. "So, what exactly do you have in your bag of tricks?"

Curt hugged Arthur close, laughing and tickling Arthur before rolling off the bed to get his bag. "Well, actually, you're going to think this is an incredible coincidence..." Curt opened the small bag and pulled out a riding crop and leather riding gloves.

Sitting up in the middle of the bed, Arthur saw the crop and gloves. His eyes widened and he laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist and flopping back against the pillows. "It's moments like these that make me wonder."

"Yeah, but how do you think I felt this morning? Every horse and rider I saw made me think of you, how I wanted you to control me, mount me. I'm not fucking sixteen; it's embarrassing to be so out of control."

Arthur crawled out of bed, coming over to hug and pet Curt. "Oh, you poor baby. I completely sympathize with your dilemma." Arthur took the gloves from Curt, slowly slipping them over his hands. "Let me make it up to you." Arthur took the crop, running it down Curt's chest and stomach to stroke his cock. Groaning, Curt stood, quivering under Arthur's touch, awaiting his commands.

Stepping away from Curt, Arthur tossed the crop onto the bed and went into the bathroom. Returning a moment later, he dropped a condom and tube of lube onto the foot of the bed, then came back to Curt with a hairbrush. "Before you ride a horse, you groom him," Arthur said matter-of-factly.

As Arthur approached, Curt tossed his head and stepped away, snorting quietly. Arthur circled Curt slowly, responding to Curt's desire to play. If he were grooming a real horse, Arthur would cross-tie the animal. Looking into Curt's bag, Arthur smiled when he found a coiled lead rope. Picking it up, Arthur caught his breath when he saw what was underneath the rope -- a bit gag. The bit, made of hard rubber, was nonetheless flexible enough to be comfortable. Arthur ran his fingers over the leather straps and metal rings, trying not to drool all over the leather. Leave it to Curt to find a toy that so completely pushed his buttons -- even one he hadn't known he had.

Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Arthur picked up the lead rope with his free hand and the bit gag with the hand still holding the hairbrush. He placed the gag and the brush on the bed next to the crop. Looping the rope into a make-shift lasso, Arthur approached Curt again, murmuring softly, "It's all right, my stallion. I won't hurt you. Relax, trust me, let me capture you."

Curt shifted but didn't pull away as Arthur slid the rope loosely around his neck. Arthur tugged gently and Curt followed as Arthur walked them to the door and attached the end of the lead line to the door handle. Arthur stroked Curt's back, gentling the skittish creature with sensuous strokes from his leather-covered hands.

Walking over to the bed, Arthur picked up the brush and returned to Curt. "I'm going to groom you before we ride. I want to see your coat gleaming in the sun, accentuating your musculature." Arthur carefully ran the brush through Curt's hair, de-tangling the long strands, brushing until they shone. Curt arched into the pleasant sensation, trying not to purr his contentment.

After taking a hair-tie from around the brush handle, Arthur dropped the brush to the floor and began separating the upper middle part of Curt's hair into three sections. Beginning to braid the first sections, Arthur added small strands with each twist until all of Curt's hair was contained in the French braid. Tying the end off with the hair-tie, Arthur was pleased with the result. "You're a beautiful, elegant steed." Curt smiled at the praise.

Arthur picked up the brush again and began to move it in light circles over Curt's back, sides and front, mimicking a currycomb. At first it tickled, but as Curt relaxed into the touch, he realized how sensitive his skin had become. When Arthur was done with the brush, he tossed it onto the bed, then rubbed his hands over Curt's skin, the leather of the gloves warmed by contact with Curt's body. Arthur skimmed his hands down one of Curt's legs, tapping against his calf for Curt to lift his foot. Bracing Curt's leg against his thigh, Arthur cleaned Curt's hoof and then circled to the other side to repeat the process.

By the time the grooming was complete, Curt was slightly stunned, and thoroughly aroused, by Arthur's sensual creativity. Curt felt his knees weaken as Arthur picked up the bit gag and brush, and brought them over to him. Arthur made Curt hold the brush. "If you don't like what we're doing, if you want to stop, let go of the brush and we stop." Curt nodded his agreement, knowing that even though he
trusted Arthur not to push him too far, it was the sensible, responsible thing to do.

Comfortable that Curt wanted this, Arthur kissed Curt's lips lightly before sticking his thumb into Curt's mouth between Curt's cheek and teeth, lightly pushing open Curt's mouth. Even though Curt was willing, Arthur found it was still easier to do with a real horse. Slipping the bit in, Arthur buckled the straps, not surprised to see that the gag fit perfectly. "You're doing wonderfully, my beauty," Arthur crooned into Curt's ear.

Slipping the rope off over Curt's head, Arthur put his hand against Curt's neck and lightly indicated that he wanted Curt to move toward the bed. Curt followed Arthur's subtle direction, sinking onto his hands and knees in the center of the bed. Arthur picked up the crop and crawled next to Curt. Stroking Curt's back, Arthur murmured, "I know no one's ever ridden you before, but you can trust me." Arthur removed his hands and draped himself sideways over Curt's back.

As Arthur's chest settled over his back, Curt bucked, trying to dislodge the unfamiliar weight. Arthur hung on, whispering a string of reassurances, "Hush, settle down, it's all right, accept me, trust me." Slowly Curt's frantic motions slowed and he quieted. "Good boy, that's it. Accept me." Arthur caressed Curt's flank. Slowly Arthur shifted until he sat straddling Curt, rubbing Curt's shoulders gently. "Yes, you're wonderful."

Without warning, Curt reared up, dumping Arthur off his back. Arthur hit the bed and then rolled to the floor with a thump. Curt moved away from Arthur to the far side of the bed. Trying not to laugh at Curt's unexpected show of spirit, Arthur picked himself up, fingering the crop as he approached Curt. "I'd never do this to a real horse, but I think you've asked for it." Arthur watched Curt's face as he flicked the crop into his palm a few times. Seeing desire not fear, Arthur reached for the leather strap against Curt's cheek and pulled Curt back into position at the center of the bed.

Arthur peppered Curt's thighs and ass with light blows, reddening the skin while causing only light pain. Arthur liked spanking Curt, as long as it didn't really hurt him. Knowing, however, that Curt occasionally liked more intense pain, Arthur finished with two sharp, hard swats across Curt's rounded ass. Curt whimpered around the bit, tossing his head, nowhere near to letting go of the brush.

Dropping the crop, Arthur picked up the condom, opening the packet and rolling it onto his cock. Flipping open the cap of the lube, he coated his cock then his gloved fingers before moving behind Curt. Touching Curt's lower back, Arthur said, "You're mine, my wild stallion. I want you and you're going to accept me as your mate."

Curt quivered uncontrollably at Arthur's possessive words. After all the foreplay, he was so hard he hurt. Curt wanted to surrender to Arthur, wanted to take anything Arthur wanted to give him. If he could have, he would have begged for Arthur's cock. Fortunately for Curt, Arthur was also panting and desperate.

Arthur thrust two slick fingers up Curt's ass. Curt rested his forehead on his arms, pushing his ass against the wonderful intrusion, silently demanding more, harder, now. Arthur used his knees to wedge Curt's legs more widely apart before replacing his fingers with his cock. Pushing into Curt, Arthur felt momentary resistance but then Curt pushed back, impaling himself fully. Arthur gasped at the tight, hot pleasure enveloping him.

Wanting to give Curt a moment to adjust, Arthur stayed still until Curt's undulations told him it was time for more. Arthur gripped Curt's hips and began thrusting, forcing his cock deeply up Curt's ass. Curt was making noises that sounded like muffled grunts and groans. They drove Arthur crazy with lust.

They were so close. Arthur shifted his hand from Curt's hip to Curt's cock, sliding easily up and down Curt's engorged shaft. "Come for me, my mighty war horse," Arthur rasped into Curt's ear before biting the side of Curt's neck, marking his territory.

Curt pushed back once more onto Arthur, the pain of the bite triggering intense, primal pleasure, and Curt came in Arthur's fist. Feeling Curt shudder beneath him, tightening around his cock, Arthur relinquished control and followed Curt into mindless pleasure.

****

The bedroom was dark when they woke up again. Curt moaned and stretched, reaching out to turn on the lamp. He felt well fucked. Arthur grinned, watching Curt's naked body as he returned to bed, seeing the satisfied expression on Curt's face. "I'm starving," Curt announced.

Arthur chuckled. "Thanks, I know it was fantastic. I love you too."

Flushing slightly, Curt grinned. "You're welcome, love." Curt kissed Arthur's lips, showing him the depth of his appreciation.

When Curt rolled Arthur beneath him and began kissing Arthur's nipples, Arthur squirmed, gasping, "I'm starving, too."

Curt looked up into Arthur's teasing eyes, then rolled off of the man he loved more than anyone or anything. "Your wish is my command, master."

Sitting up next to Curt, Arthur kissed his mouth, untying the braid at the same time. "Then let's make dinner, and relax with some music, and watch the stars." Arthur ran his fingers through Curt's hair.

Curt nuzzled Arthur's hand, which still smelled faintly of leather. "You ruined my gloves." Curt tried to sound outraged.

Arthur smiled serenely. "I'll buy you another pair."

"Promise?"

*****

Thursday

They stayed in most of the next day, only venturing forth to do some grocery shopping before Mandy and Andrea arrived. Curt played guitar during the hottest part of the afternoon. Listening to Curt's music, Arthur was pleased -- it told him that Curt was in a very good mood.

They went down to the beach later that afternoon, swimming and building a sandcastle and lying in the sun. Curt had been right about Arthur's skin. With liberal use of sunscreen, he was tanning nicely, not burning. The only problem was that the tan accentuated the numerous scars. They really weren't that noticeable to the casual observer, but to Curt, who remembered the horror of each cut of the
knife, they stood out more than usual. Arthur had noticed them as well, but hadn't wanted to talk about it. Curt hadn't pushed, knowing that if Arthur needed to talk he would do so in his own time.

After an early dinner, Curt and Arthur sat outside on the deck, drinking beer and watching the sun set. Every night the sight had been unique and spectacular. They talked of nothing and everything, sharing laughter and silence with equal comfort.

When Curt got up to change tapes, Arthur followed, padding into the living room and looking at himself in the large mirror. Curt had only turned on one lamp, so Arthur couldn't really see too clearly. Switching on the overhead light, Arthur was illuminated by its harsher light. He began tracing his fingers over the scars on his arms.

When the light went on, Curt turned to see Arthur examining himself in the mirror. Curt moved behind Arthur, watching in silence as he pulled off his t-shirt, running his hands over the silvery scars on his chest. Arthur looked at Curt's reflection in the mirror as he pulled off his shorts, standing naked and exposed in the brightness. "They'll never go away, Curt."

Curt walked up behind Arthur, wrapping his arms around the lean body and capturing his hands. "No, they won't." Curt kissed Arthur's shoulder. "I love you, Arthur -- with or without scars, no matter what."

Meeting Curt's eyes in the mirror, Arthur said softly, "But they're so ugly."

"Arthur, you are beautiful." Curt hugged Arthur more firmly. "Yes, the scars are a little more visible now, but it doesn't matter. I still love you, want you, need you. When I see them I see your strength. You survived. You helped me survive. We got through it together and faced the fallout together. It's easy to be with someone when everything's great, but we survived our crucible and are stronger for the pain."

Arthur let his head tip back to rest on Curt's shoulder. "I want to believe you, and intellectually I do, but on a purely emotional level, I just can't seem to get past the ugliness."

"Will you let me show you how I see you, how beautiful you are?" Curt asked.

Hearing the intensity in Curt's voice, Arthur nodded. "Okay."

Curt unwrapped himself from around Arthur and stripped off his clothes. "Wait here a moment." Curt disappeared into the kitchen, returning with their dessert, a bowl of chocolate mousse. "I want you to look at yourself in the mirror as I touch you."

Arthur nodded again, willing to let Curt do whatever he thought would help. "All right."

Curt stuck his finger in the mousse and then painted the scar above Arthur's right nipple with chocolate. "I love you." Curt painted the scar above Arthur's left nipple. "You are beautiful."

Arthur watched with fascination as Curt proceeded to cover the scars on his body with chocolate, all the while whispering endearments and praise. He stood still and followed Curt's progress in the mirror.

Moving around to Arthur's back, Curt traced the spider web of scars from Arthur's shoulders down to his calves. When he was finished, Curt stepped back to look at Arthur's body, covered in chocolate calligraphy. "You look delicious."

Arthur gasped as Curt bent to lick the chocolate off his chest. Curt's warm tongue lapped over his skin, leaving trails of fire. Curt surfaced, kissing Arthur's mouth, transferring the rich taste of chocolate to Arthur. Slowly Curt traversed his canvas, using both mouth and fingers to clean Arthur's body.

Sucking mousse off of Curt's fingers, Arthur felt giddy from the sugar and the sensual caresses. He watched Curt's progress, feeling and hearing and seeing Curt's love and desire. Even though Curt had not touched his cock, Arthur was rock-hard by the time Curt had finished.

Kissing Arthur's lips, Curt pressed their bodies together, making sure Arthur knew just how much touching Arthur had excited him. Dropping to his knees, Curt kissed a scar on Arthur's thigh. "Watch yourself, love. See how beautiful you are, how passionate, how responsive."

Curt took Arthur's cock in his mouth, sucking and licking and humming his pleasure. Arthur tangled his hands in Curt's blond hair, unable to look away from the mirror, caught by his own flushed, passion-glazed expression as Curt worshiped his body. "Curt, please, I want you to fuck me."

Releasing Arthur's cock, Curt looked up at Arthur. "I can finish us like this."

"No, I need you to fuck me, fill me, complete me."

"Okay, love, hold on." Curt rose from his knees and went into the bathroom to raid their condom and lube stash. Arthur watched as Curt covered himself and moved to stand behind Arthur. "I want you on your knees with your hands braced on the mirror," Curt whispered in Arthur's ear, tongue flicking out to trace its curves.

Shaking, Arthur dropped onto his knees on the ocean blue throw rug and placed his hands on the mirror. Curt followed him down, kneeling behind him and opening him with skilled fingers. Arthur felt Curt's cock slide into him, saw the expression of joy and pain on his own face, heard Curt's low voice roughly telling him how beautiful he was, how much he was loved.

It seemed unreal. Looking at the mirror, Arthur saw Curt's beautiful face, brow furrowed in concentration, body moving sinuously in and out, in and out. "Look at yourself, Arthur. See how well we fit together, feel how wonderful it is to be together."

Curt grasped Arthur's cock, pumping it in time to his thrusts. "Curt!" Arthur's voice was urgent.

Continuing to thrust into Arthur, Curt said, "I love you so much. You are so beautiful. Tell me what you see."

Panting, Arthur met Curt's eyes in the mirror, blue-green gems sparkling with arousal and love. "I see the man I love, the man who saved me, gave me back my life. You're beautiful. You make me feel beautiful."

Curt's dazzling smile was reflected by Arthur's. They climaxed together, and it was beautiful.

*****

Friday

After a relaxed breakfast and a walk on the beach, Curt and Arthur picked up Mandy and Andrea at the train station. They drove into town, and walked along the main street. Before they went back to the house, Curt dragged them inside the bakery, saying, "We want you to choose something for dessert."

"Hi Brad," Arthur greeted the man behind the glass display case. They had stopped by the bakery often enough to get to know Brad a little. "I'd like you to meet our friends, Mandy and Andrea."

Brad smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you, hope you enjoy your vacation."

Mandy and Andrea smiled back. "I'm sure we'll have a blast," Andrea assured him.

"Great. Did you guys like the chocolate mousse?" Brad asked.

Curt grinned and Arthur blushed. "Delicious," Curt said.

Trying to compose himself, Arthur looked at the girls. "So, what would you like?"

"It all looks wonderful, but I think we'd like the fruit tart," Mandy said, pointing to a pastry artfully covered with concentric circles of apples, apricots, cherries, and kiwi fruit.

"Excellent choice," Brad agreed.

*****

Mandy and Andrea were delighted by the house. After unpacking their bags and changing into swimsuits, they came downstairs, finding Curt and Arthur in their trunks, snuggled on the couch. "Don't they look gorgeous together?" Mandy asked, hugging Andrea close.

"Most definitely," Andrea agreed, kissing Mandy's lips.

Untangling themselves, Curt and Arthur stood up, looking at their guests. "Don't they look gorgeous together?" Curt asked innocently.

"Most definitely," Arthur agreed seriously.

Mandy stalked over to the boys, swatting Curt's arm. "We're on vacation. Don't you start in on us." Mandy's wide smile took any sting from her words.

Curt hugged Mandy, kissing her lips gently. "We're glad you're here."

Arthur went over to hug Andrea, leaning down to kiss her forehead, nose and lips. "Yes, we're glad you're here."

Laughing delightedly, Mandy said, "Let's go to the beach, darlings."

Arthur retrieved the sunscreen. "Put this on first."

Wrinkling her nose at the lotion, Mandy looked unconvinced. "But we want to tan."

"Arthur's done research on the stuff," Curt said, taking the sunscreen from Arthur. "It really does block harmful radiation while still letting you tan. Please humor us."

Andrea took the bottle from Curt, running her fingers down Curt's chest. "Mandy, honey, look how nicely they've tanned. I'd trust them."

Grinning, Curt lightly touched Andrea's bare stomach. "Besides, you get to rub it all over each other."

*****

After a wonderful afternoon of surf, sand and sun, the four friends relaxed on the deck, listening to music, drinking soda, and chatting. As the sun set, they quieted, captivated by the natural beauty of the wispy clouds, painted vivid colors by the sun's rays.

Curt finally stood up, stretching before moving toward the door. "I'm going to start dinner."

"You don't have to do anything elaborate." Mandy said lazily.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to make a salad, boil some red potatoes and cook streaks on the grill. No trouble."

Arthur smiled affectionately at Curt's retreating form. "No trouble for him, at least."

Andrea stroked her hand absently along Mandy's thigh. "It's so wonderful that you found each other. You are both such special people."

"Thanks, honey." Arthur said. "I'd rather given up on love before he entered my life again."

Mandy lifted Andrea's hand to her lips, kissing the palm and wrist. "You just needed to find the right one."

*****

Dinner had been wonderful. Curt did 'simple' well, and they had all been the beneficiaries. They were still sitting at the deck table, sipping the last of the rich red wine they'd had with dinner. The flickering light of several candles illuminated the table. Beyond them, the moon brightened the night, casting slivery shadows that wavered in the warm ocean breeze.

"Curt, I saw your guitar inside. Would you mind playing for us?" Andrea asked.

"Sure, if you guys want," Curt looked to Arthur and Mandy for confirmation.

Arthur started piling dishes. "I'd love to hear you."

"Me too. Go get your guitar, we'll clean up out here." Mandy helped Arthur and Andrea clear the table.

After dumping the dishes in the sink and abandoning them, they returned to the deck, turning off the house lights. Curt had just finished tuning his guitar and was warming up. "What do you want to hear?"

Andrea came up behind Curt, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Anything you want to play, sweetie."

Mandy slid her arm around Andrea's waist, snaking her other hand over Curt's chest, kissing Curt's forehead. "Yeah, everything you play is wonderful, darling."

Arthur joined the huddle on Andrea's other side, covering Mandy's arm around Andrea's waist, and running his free hand over Curt's chest to entwine with Mandy's fingers. Kissing Curt's lips, Arthur purred, "It's unanimous. Play whatever you feel like playing, love."

Shivering under the gentle touch of several hands, Curt soaked up the wonderful feeling of being loved. "Okay, not that I'm complaining, really, but I can't play like this."

Curt was squeezed, fondled and kissed again before they released him. Mandy and Andrea settled into a lounge chair, with Arthur in the one next to them. Smiling quietly, Curt began to play.

Arthur was completely focused on Curt, watching his hands move over the instrument, seeing his face change expression with the tone of the music. It seemed like only minutes had passed, but Arthur knew Curt had played many different melodies by the time he began singing a song. Mandy sang with him, their voices mingling beautifully, drifting into the night on the wind. By the time Curt put the guitar away, he had cajoled both Andrea and Arthur to join in.

Laughing at his own feeble attempts, Arthur hugged Curt. "That was great fun, but I have the sudden urge to roast marshmallows."

Curt grinned, kissing Arthur thoroughly. "Would you settle for the fruit tart?"

Mandy gave an undignified girly-squeal and ran into the kitchen for the dessert. Shaking her head, Andrea went to help.

Arthur touched their foreheads together. "I'm so happy, love. Happy we're together. Happy they're together. Happy we're all here together. I love you so much I'm babbling."

Pulling Arthur's body closer, Curt whispered, "I love it when you babble. I love you, and I'm happy Mandy's found Andrea. Happy that we love them both."

Arthur leaned in to kiss Curt, gently pushing his tongue into Curt's hot mouth, reveling in the taste and feel of his love. Arthur heard the clatter of plates and silverware, but was too consumed by Curt to really care. When he felt soft hands rubbing against the small of his back, Arthur broke the kiss, surfacing to find Mandy and Andrea standing on either side of them.

"As gorgeous and sexy as you two look together, I want dessert," Mandy demanded, stamping her foot for emphasis before destroying her rant with a giggle.

Curt released Arthur, wiggled out of the group hug, and went over to the table, picking up a plate. "Mandy, you know I try to give you everything you desire, so if it's dessert you want, it's dessert you'll get."

Purring, Mandy accepted the plate and fork Curt handed her. "Thanks, honey."

After they had devoured the very tasty dessert, they snuggled in the lounge chairs, listening to the music of the ocean and watching the glory of the night sky. Curt and Arthur heard whispers and giggling from the other chair and then Andrea got up and went into the house.

Mandy explained, "We brought a little pot. Thought it might be fun to get high and soak in the hot tub."

Curt laughed, teasing, "When did you become the cruise director?"

"You know me, taking charge is second nature."

Arthur smiled at Mandy. "It sounds like a lovely way to spend the rest of the evening."

Andrea came back outside carrying a plastic bag, rolling papers, a couple books of matches and a magazine. "Okay kids, I need help here. All I can do is make a mess."

Mandy looked to Curt and Arthur. "Be my guest."

Grinning at Arthur, Curt said, "I'll go put some music on."

Arthur glared at Curt. "It's been a while."

Laughing, Curt slipped past Arthur. "It's like riding a bicycle, love."

When Curt returned, Arthur was using a matchbook cover to position the pot onto a paper. Curt sat down next to him, watching Arthur roll the joint then lick the paper to seal it. Curt kissed Arthur's elbow. "Told you so."

Handing the joint to Mandy, Arthur said teasingly, "Don't be obnoxious, love. Did you know that Malcolm taught me how to do that."

Curt growled, "I don't want to know what else he taught you." Curt accepted the joint from Andrea, inhaling as he watched Arthur.

"At the time, I only had eyes for you and Brian." Arthur paused as Curt passed him the joint. "Not necessarily in that order."

Mandy watched the exchange with indulgent calm, Andrea with intense curiosity. "Guys, you know that Mandy's told me your basic history, but can I ask a question?"

Arthur passed the joint to Mandy, exhaled and nodded, "Sure."

"What was the big attraction with Brian?"

There was a moment of stunned silence and then Curt laughed. "Andrea, love, that question has so many answers, for all three of us, that I'm not sure where to start."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so nosy."

Arthur took her hand. "Not at all. It's just that you asked the one question at the heart of all of our pasts. Are you sure you want to be a novelist, not a reporter?"

By the time the joint had gone around the table again, it had burned down too much to be handled easily. Mandy crushed it out on the table, saying, "Let's talk about Brian in the hot tub."

Curt took Arthur's hand as they walked over to the hot tub and turned the bubbles on low. The water churned pleasantly, steam rising into the night. Unselfconsciously, Curt dropped his trunks before stepping into the water. Arthur smiled to himself at Andrea's slightly dazed expression, then followed Curt's example.

Kissing Andrea's neck, Mandy untied the back of Andrea's bikini top, saying, "It's so much more comfortable naked."

Curt kissed Arthur, giving Andrea time to get in. Mandy sank into the water with a sigh. "Mm, feels wonderful."

They floated happily for a while, letting their legs tangle together in the center of the pool.

"My connection with Brian is easiest to explain since I never knew him." Arthur opened his eyes and looked across at Andrea. "I was a complete fan-boy. He was everything I wanted to be, so casual with his preferences, so sure of himself. I was totally smitten by his image."

Mandy smiled at Arthur. "But your feelings were just as real as ours. I'm sorry I didn't know you then. Curt and I were so caught up in the craziness of the scene, the emotional roller coaster of loving Brian." Mandy paused, tipping her head back against the tile. "That time still feels so unreal, so dream-like."

"You've told me about your relationship with Brian, and I've heard a little about Curt and Brian. What about you and Curt?" Andrea asked.

Curt said, "Our relationship has definitely evolved over the years. At first I was so completely overwhelmed by Brian that Mandy didn't really exist for me. I knew she was his wife, but it just didn't matter."

Mandy splashed water at Curt. "I was so jealous of you. You just waltzed into my perfect fantasy and tore it all down. It wasn't like Brian and I were exclusive, but there was supposedly the understanding that any other partner was just a fuck. You were never just a fuck."

"But we both got screwed by Brian, by his image, by the coke. When it all came crashing down, it was a total disaster. But somehow, you responded to my pain."

"We were kindred spirits, darling," Mandy said quietly. "We were both hurting so much, both because of the same man. I really thought sharing the pain could make it easier to bear."

"You were right, it did. It wasn't either of our faults that Brian was Brian, or that as much as we wanted to comfort each other, we just weren't meant to be together. Not that you aren't beautiful, sweetie, we're just so much better as friends."

"Yeah, after studiously avoiding you at all those parties, it was something of a shock to find myself in bed with you." Mandy laughed. "Actually, it was more of a shock that you wanted me there."

Arthur laughed out loud, and Curt grinned at Andrea and shrugged. "Hey, I have nothing against girls, I've just always liked boys better. I think we needed to try it to see that we were better as friends."

Arthur joined the reminiscence. "I saw you two together after Curt came off stage at the Death of Glitter concert. Mandy, you were so sweet, so caring. You'd seen Brian in the back, seen him leave. I always wondered why you didn't say anything to Curt. After I got to know you, to love you, I knew you weren't motivated by jealousy. You were trying to protect him."

"By that point, there wasn't much I could do to make Curt feel better. Arthur was the one who did that for a time. I remember how young and innocent Arthur looked that night, how they were drawn together. I left early, but I could see the connection between them getting stronger, knew Curt was going to have him."

Leaning closer to Arthur, Curt sighed. "It was a wonderful night. In the middle of a horrible time, Arthur gave me hope that I could get through everything. I still had to go through a lot of pain, but I remembered him always. And found him at last."

Arthur kissed Curt gently, running his hand over Curt's chest. "At last."

"All of you are really amazing," Andrea whispered. "I thought so when I first saw you all together, but I'm constantly surprised at your strength, your love. I'm so grateful that you welcomed me into the family."

Arthur leaned across to take Andrea's hand. "You made it easy for us to love you, honey."

Seeing that Andrea was about to start crying, Mandy gently pushed her toward Arthur, who pulled her on top of him, kissing her lightly. "That shouldn't be a surprise."

Resting with her head tucked against Arthur's chest, Andrea sniffled, "No, but it's hearing you say it. After finding Mandy, I thought I couldn't get any luckier, but you guys are a unique bonus."

Curt pulled Mandy over to him, stroking her hair and snuggling her. "Hear that, Arthur and I are a bonus. I like the sound of that."

Mandy kissed Curt, opening his mouth with her tongue. Wiggling against Curt, she rubbed against his hardening cock. "Don't get too smug, darling."

Curt gasped as Arthur worked a hand over his cock. Andrea watched with fascination, incredibly turned on by the sight of the people she loved touching each other. Curt took her hand, bringing it down to Arthur's cock. "Doesn't he feel wonderful?"

Arthur arched into the touch, turning to kiss Curt then back to take Andrea's lower lip between his own, sucking and nibbling. "Don't feel pressured into doing anything you don't want to do. We just want you to feel pleasure."

Mandy kissed Andrea's shoulder, pushing her long hair over her shoulder and stroking her back. "It's a moment out of time, hon, relax and enjoy your vacation."

Turning to kiss Mandy, Andrea smiled. "Love you, baby."

"Me too." Mandy kissed her nose.

Curt brought his hands to Mandy, fondling her breasts, licking a nipple, sucking gently. "Beautiful, beautiful Mandy."

Arthur and Andrea watched the tender caress, loving the sight of their loves giving each other pleasure. Andrea sat up, giving Arthur better access to her small breasts. Arthur ran his fingers over her lightly, blowing on her nipples teasingly before closing his mouth over one, suckling gently.

Continuing to stroke Arthur, Andrea arched into his touch, stunned by the excitement she felt. "Arthur, you are so strong, so sweet, so beautiful."

Mandy rubbed her hand in circles along Andrea's back. "There's no doubt about it -- we have good taste in men."

Pulling his head back from Mandy's body, Curt laughed. "Yeah, but we have good taste in women, too." Curt ran his hands down to Mandy's hips, silently asking her to move against him. When she complied, he slipped one hand down to stroke her sex.

Andrea whimpered as Arthur released her nipple. Leaning over, she kissed his lips, opening her mouth, inviting him inside. Arthur moaned as he thoroughly tasted Andrea. Mimicking Curt, Arthur began to stroke Andrea.

For a time, the universe contracted to the small pool and the four bodies entwined within. There was shared pleasure and shared love.

Mandy kissed Curt then moved behind Andrea, draping herself along her lover's back. "Let's switch," she whispered in Andrea's ear. The trembling shudder that ran through Andrea's body told Mandy that she had liked the suggestion.

Kissing Arthur one last time, Andrea floated the short distance to Curt, almost embarrassed by how desperate she was for his touch. Curt smiled as he drew her close. "Don't be frightened."

Mandy and Arthur hugged, watching Curt kiss Andrea, soothe her. They looked so lovely together. Arthur kissed Mandy's shoulder, moving up her neck to her lips, kissing her deeply for the first time. "Mandy-love, you're exquisite."

"Darling, you know just how to make me feel special. Thanks." Mandy moved closer to Arthur, rubbing against him, wanting more, hot from the water and the sensual caresses.

Curt and Andrea's cuddling escalated into a frenetic race to completion, Andrea pumping Curt's cock and impaled by his fingers. Arthur and Mandy created a mirror image, moving in time with the others. Their combined energy built until it was impossible to hold back, and one by one they surrendered to the blissful pleasure.

In the quiet after the storm, Mandy held Andrea, pressing them against Curt and Arthur, loathe to lose the perfect connection they had shared for an instant, an eternity.

*****

Saturday

Arthur woke up early, smiling to himself when he realized that during the night Curt had burrowed under the sheet and was now sleeping happily curled up with his head resting on Arthur's thigh. It was one of the many endearing things Curt did that made him unique.

Pulling the sheet aside, Arthur reached down to stroke Curt's hair. Curt's fingers tightened around Arthur's leg and he grumbled something unintelligible before quieting. Arthur continued to touch Curt's hair, loving the silky feel of the long blond strands. He loved everything about Curt. His hand tangled in Curt's hair, Arthur closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

He woke again to the feel of soft lips and a hot, moist mouth enveloping his cock. Groaning quietly, Arthur rubbed Curt's scalp. "Morning, love," Arthur managed to croak as Curt's talented tongue played over him.

Curt released Arthur and moved up to rest his head on Arthur's chest. "Morning. I didn't mean to tease, but when I woke up I was right there and I couldn't resist."

Arthur hugged Curt tightly. "You can touch me anytime you want. I love the feel of you, and I don't mind if you tease...as long as you deliver eventually."

Smiling into Arthur's chest, Curt purred, "Oh, I definitely have plans to deliver this evening."

Kissing the top of Curt's head, Arthur joked, "I'm almost afraid to ask."

*****

Mandy and Andrea were sitting outside when Curt and Arthur came down, dressed casually in sleeveless t-shirts and shorts. They joined the girls, pleased to see them looking relaxed and happy.

"Hi guys," Andrea greeted.

Curt leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. "Morning, honey." He moved over to Mandy and repeated his greeting.

Arthur followed, softly kissing Andrea and then Mandy, a silent acknowledgement and thanks for the previous evening.

"We made tea, but if you want coffee, I can put some on," Mandy said.

Arthur poured a cup. "Tea's fine for me. Curt?"

"Tea's great. Thanks love," Curt said as Arthur handed him a cup.

"Did you sleep well?" Arthur sat with his back to the table, looking at his friends with a gentle smile. It didn't matter that his father wouldn't speak with him, he had chosen to forge a new family, one that loved him for himself.

"We're just peachy. Don't worry about us, ducky." Mandy gave Andrea an indulgent smile, making her flush.

Curt laughed and took Arthur's hand, lacing their fingers. "Do you guys want to do anything in particular this morning? The wedding starts at five, so we have some time if you want to go out."

"That's okay," Andrea said. "We'd be happy hanging out here and on the beach."

"Cool. Do you want to finish the fruit tart for breakfast?" Curt asked.

Mandy licked her lips. "Sounds great. I'll go get it."

Waving her back to her seat, Curt stood. "Relax, I'll go."

Mandy watched Curt bound into the house, energy barely leashed. "That boy has way too much enthusiasm."

Also watching Curt's retreat, Arthur laughed. "It can be exhausting occasionally, but it's always interesting."

"And we wouldn't have him any other way," Andrea stated.

Returning balancing four plates, Curt realized he had become the center of attention. "What have I done now?" he asked with mock resignation.

Arthur helped Curt put the plates on the table before reaching into Curt's back pocket to retrieve the forks. "We were just commenting on how vividly you shine, love."

Rolling his eyes, Curt grinned and began eating his breakfast.

*****

It was mid-afternoon and they were sunbathing at the water's edge, listening to the waves and soaking up the heat. Curt rolled onto his back and sat up. "I'm going up to the house. I need to do a few things to get ready, and that way we won't all want to shower at the same time."

Mandy didn't bother to open her eyes. "Sounds like good planning. If we're not back in a half hour or so, yell for us."

"Sure thing."

"Did I hear you mention a shower, love?" Arthur asked innocently. "I'll go with you."

*****

Arthur watched Curt step under the cool spray, tipping his head back to let the water saturate his hair. When Curt raised his hands, running his fingers through his hair, Arthur stopped undressing, frozen by the sight of his love. Curt was perfectly proportioned, strong and sculpted without being over-muscled. The water darkened his light hair, running down his body, skin tanned except for the region of
his groin. The effect was stunning and erotic.

Shaking himself back into action, Arthur took off his shorts and joined Curt in the shower. Curt wrapped his arms around Arthur, kissing Arthur's lips and rubbing his slick body against Arthur. Feeling Arthur respond to the stimulation, Curt murmured, "I love how responsive you are. I love making you hard."

Arthur deepened the kiss, probing with his tongue, tasting and exploring the familiar terrain. "Yes." Arthur was amazed at how Curt managed to reduce him to incoherence so quickly.

Chuckling, Curt crooned, "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"

"No, more like a wolf."

Curt gave a feral smile. "There's going to be a full moon tonight, and I'm ready to howl."

Arthur shuddered at Curt's provocative words. "Oh my."

Curt soothed Arthur with his hands, long strokes up and down Arthur's flanks. "Take deep breaths, love. I'm not going to let you come until this evening." Curt kissed Arthur's shoulder, trailing up to his neck.

Trying to follow Curt's directions, Arthur gasped as Curt began nibbling his neck. "Curt, you're going to drive me mad."

Curt continued to work on the spot at the side of Arthur's neck, sucking hard and biting gently but insistently until he had marked Arthur as his. Taking a step back, Curt smiled at Arthur's breathless expression. "Just a little reminder."

Arthur watched Curt grab the shampoo and squeeze some onto his hand. "As if I could ever forget..." Arthur accepted the bottle and tried to focus on washing his hair instead of the throbbing of his cock.

*****

Curt rummaged around in the bottom of his toiletry bag for the small sewing scissors. Arthur was still in the shower shaving. After finally locating the scissors, Curt stood in front of the sink, raised his left arm and began clipping the hair. The shower shut off and Arthur stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself as he watched Curt work on the other arm.

"You're going to look so sleek tonight, love." Arthur handed Curt the razor and shaving cream, leaning against the wall to watch Curt shave his underarms. "I know I shouldn't be surprised, but watching you do that is a complete turn-on."

Curt used a washcloth to clean up any remaining shaving cream. Grinning widely, he leaned over to kiss Arthur's neck, licking at the small bruise. "Wait until I do my legs."

Arthur groaned, taking deep, calming breaths as Curt efficiently shaved his face. Finally Curt maneuvered around Arthur, sitting on the closed toilet seat and stretching his leg out to rest it on the edge of the bathtub. After covering his lower leg with shaving cream, Curt began drawing the razor up his leg in long strokes.

Arthur was mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off Curt's newly smooth skin. Curt applied more shaving cream, working his way up his thigh, and then began on his other leg. "Would you mind calling for the girls, love?"

Suppressing the urge to beg Curt to let him stay and watch Curt finish the other leg, Arthur reached for his shorts. "Sure."

Curt grinned knowingly at Arthur's pained expression. "I'll make it up to you later."

*****

When Arthur returned, the bathroom door was closed so he went to the closet to take out the garment bag that had been hanging there since their arrival. Unzipping it, he pulled out his tux. He usually hated formal events, but Emily was a friend and she had specifically told him she wanted to see them all dressed up. He smiled to himself at Curt's reaction to the command.

Curt came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his legs looking satiny and deliciously bare. Arthur hugged him, pushing his arm up and kissing the smooth skin underneath. "I'm having a hard time resisting the need to drop to my knees and kiss your legs all over."

Growling from the back of his throat, Curt kissed Arthur thoroughly before pulling back. "Go brush your hair and teeth, and then get dressed."

Arthur grinned at the look of unconcealed longing on Curt's face. So frequently they fucked at the drop of a hat, unable to wait. This time, assuming the anticipation didn't kill them first, they were in for an explosive evening.

When Arthur returned from the bathroom, Curt had taken out his clothes for the evening. Arthur grinned at the black cocktail dress and heels, knowing that Curt had already checked with Emily if he could wear it. Emily had been beside herself that he had suggested it, and had demanded that Arthur complement it with the tux.

Curt took the dress and a handful of black silk underthings into the bathroom, firmly closing the door in Arthur's face. Sighing, Arthur turned his attention to dressing himself.

When Curt emerged, his legs were covered with sheer black stockings, the dress falling to mid-thigh. His face was made up subtly, eyes carefully highlighted with eyeliner. Curt presented his back to Arthur. "Zip me, please."

Arthur ran his fingers along Curt's spine before carefully zipping him up. Kissing Curt's bare shoulders, Arthur slipped his fingers under the spaghetti straps, gently rubbing Curt's skin. Curt had teased Arthur about wearing this outfit for him, but hadn't done it before now. "You look fucking fantastic, love. I want to throw you onto the bed and ravish you."

Curt smiled from underneath his eyelashes. "All in good time, my precious. Now let me help you get ready." Curt reached for the buttons on Arthur's shockingly white dress shirt.

"Okay -- wait, I forgot something." Arthur went to the dresser and opened the top drawer, taking out a small box.
"I thought it would go perfectly with the dress."

"What is it?" Curt always sounded so surprised and excited that someone would give him a gift.

Arthur gave Curt the box, letting him open it. "It's a black velvet choker. I thought it was a bit more subtle then a leather collar."

Curt ran his fingers over the necklace lightly. "It's beautiful, perfect." Looking up at Arthur, Curt whispered, "I love you so much, Arthur. I love knowing that I belong to you."

Curt held out the choker and Arthur fastened it around Curt's neck, kissing his nape. "As I belong to you, love."

*****

By the time Curt and Arthur came downstairs, Mandy and Andrea were already waiting for them. Arthur grinned. "Wow, that was fast. You look wonderful."

Mandy moved over to straighten Arthur's jacket. "You look elegantly gorgeous. But if you two had spent less time teasing and more time dressing, you would have been done a lot sooner."

Laughing her agreement, Andrea ran a brush through her long black hair. "Thank goodness for hairdryers." Watching as Curt stood up after putting his heels on, Andrea shook her head. "Curt, if I didn't love you, I'd really hate you for having legs like that."

Grinning as he adjusted to the shoes, Curt looked at Andrea in her emerald green dress and Mandy in her sapphire blue one. "You two are perfect. If you're not careful, I'll start stealing from your closet."

"We all know Mandy has excellent fashion sense." Andrea brushed her hand down Mandy's arm.

"We'd better get going," Arthur said, jingling the car keys. "Seeing as I'm the only one with pockets and reasonable shoes, I guess I'll drive. I already have Curt's i.d. in my wallet, want me to hold on to yours so you don't have to bring purses?"

"You're so thoughtful, darling."

*****

Arthur actually enjoyed driving outside of the city, and soon they were parked and walking up the long walkway to the huge house. Andrea whispered, "This isn't a house, it's a mansion -- I don't think I can go in there."

Mandy patted Andrea's hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, Emily is a really nice person. Arthur knows tons of people, but he only calls a small number of them friends."

"You saw the invitation -- Emily and Tom specifically invited the entire family." Curt indicated his outfit. "They're not stuffy. They asked for a donation to one of their favorite charities instead of a wedding gift -- that's the kind of people they are."

Arthur agreed, "You'll be fine, honey."

*****

Hours later, they were sitting at a table, watching as the cake was cut. Andrea had relaxed quickly, seeing how welcoming everyone had been. She had been afraid that even though Emily had said Curt's attire would be smashing, others might not share her enthusiasm. The thought of anyone saying something mean to Curt made Andrea's protective instincts flare.

Fortunately, as they had entered the house, they had been greeted by the bride and groom and their family. Emily's mother had almost swooned at the sight of Curt and had greeted all of them warmly and personally. With that seal of approval, Andrea had felt much more at ease.

The wedding had taken place inside in a large, airy ballroom filled with flowers and smiling faces. Emily had chosen a stunningly modern, tightly fitted white dress that fell just above her knees and left her entire back bare. Mandy had been instrumental in helping her find just what she wanted.

During the ceremony, Tom had the guests laughing out loud as he told the story of how he had first met Emily. Curt hated weddings and generally refused to go to them, but he'd made an exception in this case, knowing that Emily and Tom wouldn't stand for a "traditional" wedding.

After the ceremony, the guests had been led down a specially constructed boardwalk to a huge tent-covered platform on the beach. Tables, dripping with flowers, dotted the tent and a dinner buffet with delicious and varied dishes had been waiting. A dance floor and stage, filled with band equipment, had also been set up for later that night.

During dinner, instead of endless speeches, Emily and Tom's parents had told a few of their favorite stories of their kids' childhoods, and then anyone who wanted to had been encouraged to get up and say something to the bride and groom. It had been a joyful celebration of two people who were clearly loved by their friends and families.

Now, the cake was being distributed and the band was warming up. Curt knew the musicians slightly, having sat in with them occasionally in the city. Arthur grinned at Curt, saying, "At least we know we won't be hearing love songs all night."

Taking Arthur's hand and squeezing gently, Curt said, "Yeah, these guys are really good. Will you dance with me later?"

"Wild horses couldn't stop me." Arthur's eyes widened as he saw Curt's reaction to his seemingly innocent comment, and then realized what he'd said. They laughed together and then dug into the cake.

Off and on, Curt and Arthur danced, together and with Mandy and Andrea. Several times men and women cut in to dance with one or another of them. Arthur watched with amusement as Curt graciously fended off advances from both sexes.

They were taking a break when the singer and lead guitarist, a beautiful black woman named Lynn, told the audience that they had a special guest who had agreed to play a few songs that had been selected by the bride. As Curt stood up, Arthur stared at him, mouth agape. Curt leaned over and said, "Surprise."

Emily met Curt on the stage, kissing him and handing him a guitar. Arthur grinned at Mandy and Andrea, trying not to betray how excited he felt to see Curt perform in the black dress and heels, velvet collar caressing his neck. Somehow, though, he thought they knew.

The band played several of Curt's songs, with Lynn on vocals and Curt wailing away on his guitar. Curt's energy and enthusiasm captivated the audience. Finally, Curt put down his guitar and moved up to a microphone, smiling at Emily and Tom. "I know you all join me in wishing Emily and Tom a wonderful life together. This isn't a traditional love song." Looking into the crowd to see Arthur, Mandy and Andrea before him, Curt continued, "But, from a certain point of view, it is a love song -- this is for Emily and Tom, and
all of us lucky enough to have found love."

The unmistakable notes of "Gimme Danger" began and Curt took the microphone out of its stand, roaming around the front of the stage. Curt threw himself into the song, making eye contact with the audience, appearing to sing to each person individually. "Gimme danger little stranger..."

Mandy and Andrea stood next to each other, arms around each other's waists, swaying in time to the music. "And I'll heal your disease..."

Arthur tracked Curt's motions, feeling connected to Curt in the present and the past. "Kiss me like the ocean breeze..."

Emily leaned back, enveloped in Tom's arms, blissfully happy. "I will shiver and sing..."

Emily's parents stood together at the fringes of the dance floor, smiling at their daughter's happiness. "Come on little danger..."

Curt looked directly at Arthur, planting his legs wide and running his hand languorously over his stomach and chest. "Swear you're gonna feel my hands..."

Arthur felt like time had stopped. He was transported to that magical night when Curt had first looked at him and desired him. He dimly heard the refrain, but he was drifting with the rhythm of the past, of an exhilarating moment of freedom on a London rooftop. "Can you feel it..." Oh, yeah, he could feel it.

Before Arthur knew it, Curt was beside him, burying his face against Arthur's neck, sweating and panting and whispering his love. Arthur took Curt's face in his hands, nuzzling and kissing, returning the emotion.

*****

The drive back to the house was accomplished in comfortable silence. Mandy and Andrea snuggled in the backseat, seemingly oblivious to Curt and Arthur. Arthur could feel the suppressed combination of lust and love radiating from Curt, squarely directed at him. His hands trembled on the steering wheel.

Once they were home, Mandy said, "We're going to change and then go relax under the moonlight in the hot tub. Good night, loves." She and Andrea slipped out of their shoes and hurried up the stairs. Curt gave Arthur a smoldering look. Arthur felt his knees weaken at the sight of Curt's beautifully damp face and incredible eyes, outlined in smudged eyeliner.

Arthur wanted to run his fingers over Curt's lips, but knew that if he touched Curt downstairs they would never make it upstairs. Meeting Curt's eyes he said softly, "Bedroom. Now."

Curt shuddered as Arthur's accented voice slid over him, gentling a harsh command into a beautiful request, one he wanted to obey without question.

Following behind Curt, Arthur watched as Curt slunk across the living room and up the stairs. The high heels accentuated the muscle definition in his legs and ass, adding a seductive sway to his hips. Arthur bit back a moan and kept moving.

Curt turned on the overhead light to low and closed the door behind Arthur. Once the door to their bedroom clicked shut, Arthur spun Curt, practically throwing him against the wall. Curt gasped as Arthur's tongue forced its way into his mouth and, simultaneously, Arthur roughly hiked his dress up around his hips, exposing black silk panties, and stockings held up by black garters accented in red.

Regrouping quickly, Curt stripped off Arthur's elegant jacket, undid the black tie and cummerbund, and began working on the buttons of the shirt. "Need you bare," Curt panted around Arthur's insistent tongue.

Arthur pulled back enough to undo his shirt cuffs. With Curt's help, the shirt joined the crumpled pile on the floor. Arthur bent down to untie his shoes, bringing his face closer to Curt's groin. His mouth watered as he saw Curt's cock straining against the black silk panties.

"Shoes..." Curt reminded, holding onto Arthur's arm to help stabilize him. Curt would have laughed at Arthur's distraction, but he was so hot he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to hold on long.

Arthur managed to wrestle off his shoes and socks. As he stood again, Curt's hands dove for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. Arthur wiggled his way out of the pants and underwear, kicking them off, leaving him standing naked and aroused before Curt.

Arthur pressed himself against Curt again, dragging Curt's arms up against the wall to expose hairless armpits. With Arthur leaning into Curt their cocks lined up perfectly. The first time they had been together, Arthur had been a teenager and about the same height as Curt. When they had met again, ten years later, Arthur had been several inches taller than Curt. It wasn't something they were usually very aware of, but with Curt in heels, he matched Arthur inch for inch.

Kissing Curt's salty neck, Arthur began moaning his pleasure. Kneeling, Arthur trailed his lips down Curt's body to his cock. Hooking his fingers in the panties, Arthur pulled them down, fascinated by Curt's feet, still in the heels, watching as Curt obediently stepped out of the little scrap of silk.

Arthur kissed Curt's legs, running his hands up and down them, loving the smooth feel of the stockings, knowing Curt's skin was also smooth beneath the silk. He admired the garters before focusing on Curt's cock.

Curt heard the gasp and saw Arthur's stunned expression as he realized that Curt had shaved everywhere. "Oh my god, Curt..." Arthur's voice trembled. Looking at Curt, Arthur saw the smooth, white skin surrounding Curt's cock, skin that had previously been covered with curly brown hair. "You're enormous." Arthur ran his fingers over the bare skin, unsure if he wanted to take or be taken. He postponed the decision by swallowing Curt's cock.

Overcome with the feel of Arthur's fingers and mouth on his sensitive flesh, Curt pushed Arthur away, growling, "Bed."

Arthur still had enough control to find a condom and lube on the bedside table. When he turned back to the bed, Curt was displayed in the center, propped against pillows, choker a dark slash across his neck, dress around his waist, legs bent and spread, shoes and stockings still on. He smiled wantonly at Arthur, stretching his hands over his head, crossing his wrists and holding onto the brass bed rails. "Fuck me."

Decision made, Arthur purred, "Oh, yes." They were so ready that Arthur didn't bother with much preparation, simply putting on the condom, coating it with lube, and slipping a couple fingers up Curt's ass.

"Do it," Curt's gravelly voice demanded.

Arthur positioned himself between Curt's legs and thrust into his love, trying to be gentle. Curt arched into the pressure, forcing Arthur deep inside him. "Harder."

Pulling out most of the way, Arthur slammed back into Curt, feeling him writhe. Arthur dragged Curt's silky legs up, draping them over his shoulders so he could kiss the stockings, feel them against his neck and shoulders. When he thrust again, the new position allowed him to plunge even more deeply into Curt.

As Arthur established a punishing rhythm, the room echoes with their strangled grunts and groans. They were completely out of control, mindless, primal, their love transmuted into animal passion. Arthur shifted slightly, thrusting against Curt's prostate. Curt howled with pleasure.

Knowing they were about to lose it, Arthur reached down between Curt's legs, stroking his cock as he increased the pace. With the added stimulation, Curt stiffened and cried out, milking Arthur's cock as their world shattered around them.

After a few moments to come down, Arthur carefully lowered Curt's legs from his shoulders. The slide of silk on skin sent tiny shivers of pleasure racing over Arthur's already overloaded nerves. "Curt-love." Arthur pulled out of Curt, removing the condom and using a small hand towel to clean them up. Snuggling against Curt's chest, Arthur felt Curt's arms surrounding him in warmth and love.

They rested for a while, basking in the afterglow and regaining their strength. Finally Arthur sat up, crawling down to Curt's feet and slipping off the shoes. Curt moaned as Arthur began massaging one foot and then the other. Arthur grinned at Curt's abandoned response. "I know you must really love me to wear these things all evening, and to shave yourself -- it's going to itch like crazy growing
back."

Curt looked down at Arthur. "But you liked it?"

Arthur grinned mischievously. "You know I did."

"Then it will be worth it, love."

Arthur kissed the arch of Curt's foot, then moved up his legs to carefully pull off the garters and stockings. Trailing his fingers up Curt's bare legs, Arthur kissed the delicate skin of Curt's inner thigh. "I love you so much. You are so beautiful, so creative, so passionate."

Curt smiled dreamily, trying to keep his eyes open. "Love you too."

Arthur struggled to roll Curt sideways so he could unzip the dress. After peeling it down and off of Curt's only semi-aware body, Arthur rolled him onto his back again. Realizing he'd forgotten to unfasten the choker, Arthur tried to reach behind Curt for the clasp. Curt's eyes snapped open and his hands captured Arthur's. "Leave it for now."

"All right." The look they shared spoke of love and trust and possession.

Arthur got up to turn the light off, and then returned to curl up with Curt. Stroking Curt's hair, Arthur whispered, "Thank you for the surprise."

*****

Sunday

Curt woke up first, spooned behind Arthur, still holding him close. As his mind drifted, replaying the events of the last week, Curt realized with sadness that today was the last day of their vacation. But what a wonderful trip it had been. Seeing Arthur so carefree and relaxed had helped Curt; he felt reinvigorated.

Arthur shifted slightly, wiggling his ass against Curt. Feeling the soft flesh press back into him, Curt surrendered to his body's response, cock hardening and breath shortening. When Arthur moved again, Curt pushed forward, enhancing the erotic touch.

"You awake, love?" Curt asked softly, stroking Arthur's stomach.

A purring noise and another wiggle were the only response. Curt snaked his hand down to Arthur's cock, finding it hard. "Well at least part of you is awake," Curt murmured wryly.

"Yeah, I'm up, love." Arthur's tone was amused.

Stroking Arthur's cock slowly, Curt kissed Arthur's neck and shoulder blades, returning again and again to the small bruise he had marked Arthur with the day before. They belonged to each other. Whether they wore a collar or a mark or nothing at all, that knowledge hung between them, connected them, reassured them.

Curt rocked them slowly, building up the physical need for release as he whispered words of love and desire to Arthur. Just as last night had been intense fucking, this morning was a gentle exploration of each other, a quiet closeness, as intense in its own emotions.

Releasing Arthur's cock, Curt whispered, "Touch yourself, love." Seeing Arthur obey without question, Curt felt a swell of pride that Arthur trusted him to give them pleasure. Sucking two fingers in his mouth, Curt wet them thoroughly. Circling and probing Arthur's opening, Curt carefully worked his fingers in, searching until he found Arthur's prostate.

Arthur's hand began jerking his cock as Curt's fingers sent astonishing jolts of pleasure through his body. Curt rubbed his cock against Arthur's ass, enjoying the feel of skin against skin. Arthur's orgasm crept up on him, surprising him with its intensity as he came.

Feeling Curt's hardness nudging him, Arthur stretched happily and rolled over, scooting down to take Curt in his mouth. Curt's hands were gentle in his hair. Arthur teased and tasted, loving the unique scent of Curt, the smooth expanse of skin before him, the knowledge that Curt was his to please. When Curt whimpered and tugged on his hair, Arthur released Curt, replacing his mouth with his fist, stroking Curt to orgasm.

Snuggling together, Curt kissed Arthur's forehead. "We're going to need a vacation from our vacation."

Arthur laughed, kissing the cleft in Curt's chin.

*****

By the time Curt and Arthur had cleaned up, put on trunks, and come downstairs, the house was empty. Looking out from the deck, they could see Mandy and Andrea lying on the beach. After coffee and English muffins, Curt and Arthur went down to join them.

"Hey," Curt said as he spread a towel out next to the girls.

Mandy opened her eyes briefly. "Hi guys, have a good night?"

Andrea sat up and lightly smacked Mandy's arm. "Mandy!"

"Well, you saw the way they were looking at each other when we got home. It was a natural assumption..."

Curt and Arthur sat down next to each other on the towel, both grinning widely at Mandy and Andrea. "And the obvious answer is yes, we had a very good night. How was the hot tub?" Curt asked innocently.

Andrea blushed as Mandy laughingly said, "Hot."

They grinned at each other in silent understanding. Putting his arm around Curt's shoulders, Arthur said, "We've had such a good time that I'm sorry to have to leave. I'm so glad you came out to share it will us."

"Oh, it was definitely our pleasure," Mandy purred. Andrea ducked her head.

Curt reached over and gently shoved Mandy. "Stop embarrassing Andrea or she'll never go on vacation with us again."

Lifting her head, Andrea looked at Curt and Arthur. "It's okay. I know you guys are just teasing. I've had a great time and I'd certainly love to go on vacation with you again."

Mandy took Andrea's hand and looked pointedly at Curt. "See?"

Curt raised his hands in a show of surrender. "Okay." Sighing, he said, "We'll need to pack things up and get going soon if we want to beat the traffic."

Squeezing Curt's shoulders, Arthur said, "We have time for one more swim, love."

Smiling into Arthur's eyes, Curt nodded. "Let's go. Come on girls, last one in and all that." Curt pulled Arthur up and sprinted into the water.

Andrea dragged Mandy with her, laughing as they submerged themselves in the water.

Curt floated hand in hand with Arthur, bobbing on the swells. Mandy paddled out, splashing them. Sputtering, Curt growled, "You know, this means war..."

Mandy squealed and tried to hide behind Andrea. In the general mayhem that followed, Mandy piggybacked on Andrea, trying to splash Curt in safety. Arthur let Curt climb on him, and they faced their 'foes' together. The battle was brief but intense, water flying everywhere.

They finally subsided, panting and laughing at the silliness. Standing in the ocean, wrapped in Curt's embrace, Arthur felt free and happy and wonderfully pleased to be alive. "You guys are insane -- I love you all."

Mandy and Andrea exchanged a tender look before turning to Curt and Arthur. "We love you too, darlings."

Curt grinned, thrilled that Arthur had enjoyed playing. "Happy, love?"

Arthur arched against Curt as he nibbled the mark on Arthur's neck. "Delirious," Arthur agreed with a gentle smile.

Laughing, the friends hugged each other and turned toward the shore.

*****

That night, Curt and Arthur lay curled together in bed in their apartment. Curt stroked Arthur's back, listening to the background noise of the city. "I'd forgotten just how loud and bright the city is," Curt whispered, remembering how the silence of the night had been broken only by the endless rhythm of the waves.

"It feels like we've been gone forever." Arthur traced his fingers over Curt's chest, remembering the fantasy they had left, the love and laughter and lust. Sighing, Arthur murmured, "But I'm sure we'll readjust to real life quickly enough."

Curt kissed the top of Arthur's head. "I love you, Arthur. Being with you makes my life complete."

Smiling at Curt's words, Arthur kissed Curt's chest softly. "You're right, love. We're home where ever we are, as long as we're together."

Arthur tilted his head back and Curt leaned down, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss, filled with the certainty of their love. "Love you forever." Curt touched Arthur's lips with his fingertips, feeling the softness and knowing that he was truly home.

Arthur's lips caressed Curt's fingers as he said, "Forever, love, no matter what." Curt's arms tightened protectively around his love, holding him closer. Lulled by Curt's heartbeat, as steady and comforting as the ocean waves, Arthur surrendered to sleep.