Title: Running Wild
Author: kimberlite
Fandoms: Velvet Goldmine and US Queer as Folk
Pairings: Curt Wild/Arthur Stuart, Curt/Arthur/Brian Kinney, Brian/Justin Taylor
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Underage sex
Archive: Please ask.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Todd Haynes or Russell T. Davies and Showtime, not me.
Thank you: To Alex, as always, for encouragement and beta. And to LaConstance, for being kind enough to tape QaF for me, and answering my questions about episodes I haven't seen yet.
Notes: A while back, there was a discussion on the QaF-AM list about timelines and VG/QaF crossover potential. I really tried to resist, but this bunny latched on and wouldn't let go.
Summary: Curt, Arthur and a "stalker."
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

Running Wild

Pittsburgh, June 1986

Curt and Arthur sat at a table, sipping beer and quietly observing the scene before them. Mandy had recommended the band, and considering the general style of music being played in gay clubs these days, she had been right on target. Of course, bar hopping wasn't the reason they were in Pittsburgh; Arthur had had to do a couple important interviews, and the timing had been right so Curt had decided to tag along and catch a few Mets/Pirates baseball games. Now that Arthur's work was done, they had decided that going out for the evening could be fun.

Arthur leaned his head closer to Curt's, speaking loudly to be heard over the music. "The bass player is fantastic. What do you think of them?"

Enjoying the feel of Arthur's breath against his face, Curt smiled. "Mandy was right -- they jam really well." Looking at the guys on stage, Curt could feel their youthful enthusiasm flowing through the music, sense their enjoyment. He felt his fingers tingle, practically itching to join in and share the energy.

Seeing Curt's thoughts in his eyes, Arthur squeezed Curt's hand, laughing lightly. "I bet you're dying to play with them."

Curt smiled sheepishly and returned the hand squeeze. "You know me too well..."

The song ended and the audience applauded, quieting as the lead guitarist said, "Thanks so much. Tonight we have a special guest here from New York City -- a great guitarist we'd like to have join us for a few songs -- Curt Wild!"

Curt glanced at Arthur, who smiled encouragingly, before getting up and making his way to the stage. The rhythm guitarist had taken off his guitar and offered it to Curt, who accepted it with a few quiet words.

Arthur watched, fascinated at how easily Curt interacted with musicians he'd just met. The music they created was wonderful. Curt was so versatile that he fit into the sound of the band seamlessly, playing off the guitar and bass, supported by the driving beat of the drums. The primal freedom Curt exuded when immersed in music had a predictable effect on Arthur -- he felt the energy pour through him, settling in his groin.

The audience, initially unsure who this new guitarist was, was clapping and screaming when Curt, eyes shining with pleasure, returned the guitar and thanked the band for letting him jam with them. Arthur watched with amusement as the crowd parted to let Curt through. Arthur understood perfectly the attraction of a rock star and was unthreatened by the adoration of the crowd.

Curt met Arthur's gaze from across the room, smiling to see the tolerant grin on his love's face. He was thrumming with excitement, turned on by the music and the lights and the crowd, completely focused on getting back to Arthur. Several people touched him, patting his arm or back, calling out words of praise and appreciation over the music. He was surprised, however, when a dark-haired kid stepped in front of him, effectively blocking his path.

"Hey, you were great," the kid said, flashing a thousand-watt smile which dimmed to a pouting simmer after his tongue wet his lips. "I'm Brian. Want to dance?"

Curt felt a jolt of surprise and desire shoot through him -- Brian. Even after all this time, his Brian still held a place in his heart. And now, here was a kid, clearly flirting with him, asking him to dance. It was flattering and flustering at the same time. Curt took a deep breath and pulled himself together. "Thanks, kid, but I'm already taken."

Brian glanced over to the table where Arthur was watching them. "He's hot, too -- I don't mind sharing. Let's dance." Brian began to move sinuously, stepping closer to invade Curt's personal space.

Torn between amusement and horror at the kid's boldness, Curt was momentarily tempted to succumb. Stepping back, he reclaiming his space. "Sorry."

Brian watched Curt turn away from him and head for the other guy. Undaunted, he followed at Curt's heels.

Sliding in next to Arthur, Curt brushed their lips together lightly. "I'm going to have to thank Mandy for telling the band we might come by -- that was a blast."

Accepting Curt's touch eagerly, Arthur agreed, "You were fantastic. And I'm not the only one who thought so." Arthur gestured behind Curt.

Curt stiffened, afraid he knew what Arthur was pointing to. "The kid tried to pick me up."

Arthur laughed at the affronted tone of Curt's voice. "Don't get yourself all worked up -- I think it's cute," Arthur teased.

"You may not think so when I tell you he said his name is Brian and he's willing to share." Curt watched as Arthur's grin widened.

"It figures." Arthur looked past Curt to Brian. "Want to join us?"

Brian sat down, smiling engagingly. "I'm Brian. Who are you?"

"Arthur. So, you think my boyfriend is hot?"

Curt almost choked on his beer and was assisted by two hands thumping him on the back. "I'm fine," he managed to rasp at both of them. This wasn't happening.

"Yeah, I think you're both hot," Brian looked from one to the other, turning up the smoldering gaze. "Want to take me home with you and fuck?"

Seeing that things were rapidly spiraling out of control, Curt decided to put his foot down. "Brian, we can't take you home."

Brian's lower lip quivered ever so slightly. "Why not? I want to go with you."

"How old are you?" Curt asked pointedly.

"Seventeen."

Curt snorted loudly.

Shaking his head, Arthur said, "You might have gotten away with sixteen, but you got greedy. I bet you're closer to fifteen."

Eyes widening, Brian regarded Curt and Arthur for a moment. "So what? I still want to go with you."

"I'm sorry, Brian, you can't always have what you want." Curt tried to look firm. Giving this kid an inch would be an extremely bad idea, but there was something about him that wouldn't let Curt just brush him off.

Brian nodded, accepting Curt's statement. "I know that already. I want a lot of things I can't have. I want my family to love me and accept me for who I am, but instead I have to sneak out and hide from them. I want my father to spend time with me, but he won't. I want to be able to be myself at school, but I can't. I don't want to be miserable my whole life..." Brian's voice trailed off, lost in the music.

Arthur looked at Curt, seeing that despite his desire not to get involved with this kid, the very real pain of being young and gay struck a chord with both of them.

Sighing, Curt reached over and took Brian's hand. "You're still not coming home with us, but we've got an extra ticket -- would you like to go to the Pirates' game with us tomorrow afternoon?"

Brian's face lit up at the invitation. "Sure! I mean, yeah, that would be great."

"Okay, then," Curt said, taking out his wallet and finding one of the tickets. "Can you meet us at Three Rivers Stadium?"

Accepting the ticket, Brian nodded. "No problem -- the bus goes right there."

"We'll be there early for batting practice," Arthur mentioned.

"I'll be there," Brian said excitedly.

"Wear a hat -- I don't want you getting sunburn," Curt warned.

Brian grimaced, but seeing the look in Curt's eyes decided not to push it. "Okay."

The band finished for the evening and the crowd started to disperse. Curt stood up first. "We're going to say hello to the band before we go. We'll see you tomorrow."

Brian watched as Curt took Arthur's hand and they walked together to the stage. Tomorrow. He'd have to wait until tomorrow.

*****

Curt and Arthur entered the living room of their hotel suite. Curt kicked off his shoes and flopped on the couch, covering his eyes with his arm. "Fuck -- how do I get into these situations?" he lamented.

Removing his shoes a bit more deliberately, Arthur turned down the lights and walked over to the couch, draping himself over Curt. "You're just so damned sexy when you play guitar that it's inevitable." Arthur nuzzled Curt's elbow until Curt moved his arm and opened his mouth for Arthur's kiss.

Feeling Arthur's body hard against him, Curt spread his legs more widely, allowing Arthur to press closer. Breaking their kiss, Curt stroked Arthur's hair away from his face. "You don't seem too upset by this kid..."

Arthur shrugged. "I don't feel threatened by him, if that's what you mean. I know we love each other and that's not going to change just because his name and his attitude remind us of Brian Slade."

"What about his age?" Curt asked, glad that Arthur was so level-headed, but still discomfited by his own interest.

Smiling, Arthur kissed Curt's forehead, trailing kisses down Curt's cheek to the indentation at his chin. Pulling back, Arthur murmured, "Yeah, he's young, but he certainly seems to know what he wants and isn't afraid to go after it."

Curt stretched up to capture Arthur's mouth, nibbling and playing with his lips. "Are you suggesting we give him what he wants?"

Rotating his hips, Arthur ground their hard cocks together, delighting in the feel of Curt beneath him. "No, I'm not trying to push you into anything. I just don't think you should be stressing about it. It's flattering that he's interested." Arthur kissed Curt's neck. "And I remember being his age and miserable and wanting..."

Curt stilled, whispering, "I remember being his age too."

Looking into Curt's eyes, Arthur read the pain of memories long suppressed. Arthur caressed Curt's face, slowly running his thumbs over Curt's skin. "I know you do, love. I'm so sorry you were forced to grow up before you were ready."

Closing his eyes briefly, Curt rubbed his face against Arthur's palm, kissing lightly. "But you think he's ready?" Curt asked quietly.

"Yeah. But whether he is or isn't, if we don't give him what he wants, he'll find it elsewhere. At least we could make it a good, safe experience."

Nodding, Curt smiled. "You're so thoughtful. I'm still not committing myself, but let's see how things go tomorrow." Curt nipped at Arthur's lips.

"Okay." Arthur deepened the kiss. "I can think of something I'd much rather do right now anyway."

"Me too," Curt purred. "I love you so much, Arthur."

"Love you." Arthur pulled back, looking at Curt's swollen, glistening lips. "Want to fuck you."

Curt wiggled his hips teasingly. "Oh yeah."

Grinning, Arthur tugged Curt's shirt over his head, baring his chest to Arthur's avid gaze. Working his way downward, Arthur sucked on one nipple, making it peak beneath his tongue and teeth.

Curt moaned as Arthur latched onto the other nipple, causing little starbursts of pleasure to explode through his body. "More...so good...need more..."

Loving when Curt lost the ability to form complete sentences, Arthur slipped off the couch. "Don't move. I'll be right back."

Curt waited, running his hands lightly over his chest, anticipating Arthur's return. Curt watched from beneath half-closed eyes as Arthur placed lube and a condom on the couch and then quickly stripped off his clothes. "You look so fucking good," Curt said, sweeping his gaze over Arthur's nicely defined body, lingering on his stiff cock.

Grinning wickedly, Arthur ran his tongue over his lips, watching Curt's eyes follow his hand down his chest to lightly fondle his cock and balls. Curt made him feel incredibly sexy. Arthur stepped closer, leaning down to undo Curt's pants and release his hardness. "Lift up..."

Panting softly, Curt followed Arthur's directions, allowing Arthur to tug his pants down his thighs and then off, along with his socks, so he was completely naked. He gasped as Arthur's hands wrapped around his ankles and pulled, dragging his ass up against the arm of the couch.

"You're the one who looks delectable," Arthur growled, running his hands up Curt's legs, spreading them wider. He pushed gently, guiding Curt's legs back toward his chest. "I love having you spread out before me -- waiting for me, submitting to me. I want you so much."

Curt grinned at the predatory look on Arthur's face. It never ceased to amaze him when his quiet, serious love turned into a dominant, demanding lover. "I'm yours, all yours," Curt panted. "Want it hard."

Nodding, Arthur grabbed the condom, unrolling it over his cock then reaching for the lube. When he was slick, Arthur braced his knees against the couch arm, taking hold of Curt's ankles and positioning himself at Curt's opening. "Ready?"

"Fuck yes."

Arthur pushed into Curt with one long stroke, watching as Curt's body opened to the insistent pressure. Being inside Curt was like entering a velvet furnace and being consumed by the flames. Once fully sheathed, Arthur paused to allow Curt a moment to adjust.

Taking Arthur's cock, Curt grunted at the delicious burn of penetration. When Arthur stilled, Curt bucked upward, demanding more. "Don't stop...do me."

Smiling at Curt's commands, Arthur pulled back and thrust hard into Curt, establishing a driving rhythm. The pleasure of taking Curt so thoroughly was amazing. "You feel...so fucking...good," Arthur gasped, tightening his grip on Curt's ankles, pushing on them until Curt's knees rested against his shoulders. "Touch yourself."

Curt could only gasp and groan as Arthur plowed into him. He loved Arthur's strength, the feeling of pressure around his ankles that would leave bruises -- marks of possession and love. Curt met Arthur's gaze as he snaked his hand over his thigh to his cock, jerking himself in time to Arthur's thrusts.

Arthur watched Curt writhe beneath him, tossing his head from side to side, spreading his blond hair out against the couch. The keening noises coming from Curt were shooting straight to his cock, and Arthur quickly found himself balanced on the edge of orgasm.

Seeing that Arthur was almost there, Curt tightened his muscles around Arthur's cock and pushed upward. "Come on...come on." The dual sensations of his hand around his cock and Arthur's cock up his ass pushed him over into an explosion of pleasure.

"Oh yes!" Arthur cried as Curt's orgasm triggered his own, plunging him into ecstasy. Letting go of Curt's ankles, Arthur slumped forward, blanketing Curt with his heaving body.

Curt accepted the added weight, straightening his legs and wrapping his arms around Arthur, stroking his sweat-slicked back until they calmed. "That was fucking incredible," he finally managed, kissing Arthur's hair.

Smiling against Curt's smooth chest, Arthur sucked a nipple between his lips and flicked his tongue back and forth over the super-sensitive nub. Feeling Curt quiver beneath him, Arthur murmured, "It's always fantastic with you, love."

*****

The sun shone brightly off the Astroturf and the crack of the bat called out to Curt as they made their way down behind home plate to their seats. Turning to Arthur, he grinned happily, pleased that work was done and they could relax together. Going to games with Arthur was so much better than going alone.

Seeing Curt's excitement, Arthur rubbed his hand up Curt's arm, squeezing briefly before breaking contact. "Looks like we're here first."

After scanning the area and not finding Brian, Curt replied, "Maybe he decided it wasn't such a good idea..."

Arthur raised an eyebrow in disbelief as they sat down. "Curt, he's a horny teenager with the hots for a guitar god -- he'll be here," Arthur predicted.

Curt rolled his eyes. "He didn't seem to think you were hard to look at either," Curt pointed out. "I guess you've got to admire his guts to go after what he wants -- even if he's going to be disappointed."

Eyes sparkling, Arthur teased, "I fantasized over unattainable guitar gods and never in a million years thought my dreams would come true..."

Tugging on the bill of Arthur's Mets cap, Curt murmured, "You're a special case, love."

"Hi guys!"

Curt and Arthur looked up to find Brian, practically bouncing on his toes, standing in the row in front of them. Unable to help himself, Curt grinned at the energy pouring from the kid. "Hi Brian -- glad you made it."

Arthur watched in amusement as Brian's face lit up at Curt's greeting. "Hi," he added.

Nodding to Arthur, Brian said, "This is really amazing -- I've never been this close to the field before. You can actually see the players."

Curt asked, "Do you like baseball?"

Brian shrugged. "Not really -- it's not bowling, so my dad would never think of taking me to a game. We play it in school but I'm not great or anything."

"I'd never even seen a game before Curt took me to one," Arthur said. "He had to teach me the basics. I didn't get the appeal -- figured I'd go with him and just watch all the athletic guys in tight pants, but Curt really got me interested, explained the strategies behind the plays, the history, stuff like that. If you're not careful, he'll give you a lesson as well."

Brian smiled broadly, hopping over into their row and sitting next to Curt. "I want you guys to teach me a lesson."

Before Curt knew it, Brian's hand had made it to his knee and was working upward. Curt grabbed Brian's wrist, halting its progress mid-thigh. "The first lesson is that it's impolite to touch someone without permission."

Looking down at Curt's crotch, Brian said smugly, "Seems to me that you liked it..."

Removing Brian's hand from his leg, Curt said, "That's irrelevant. This is the wrong setting to be so forward, and even if it weren't, wouldn't you rather be asked?"

Lowering his eyes for a moment, Brian nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Okay, then." That settled, Curt turned his attention to the field. "Let's watch batting practice and then before the game starts we can explore the stadium."

Arthur laughed at the combination of Curt's enthusiasm and Brian's dubious expression. "It really will be fun," he encouraged.

*****

As it turned out, Arthur was right. Curt provided interesting stories about the players and teams, and the three of them got caught up in the action. The Mets won the game 7-4, which pleased Curt and Arthur, but not Brian.

"Sorry, kid," Curt said as they got ready to leave.

Brian put on his most imploring look. "But I want to go with you guys."

Feeling a little sorry for Brian, Arthur couldn't help pointing out, "You were the one who wanted to bet on the game. I can't believe Curt agreed to take you home with us if the Pirates won."

Curt shook his head, herding them up the stairs. "I told you the Mets were having a great year. Mark my words, they'll win the Series."

Obviously this information didn't make Brian feel any better. Silently, he walked with them out of the stadium and to the bus stop.

Arthur asked, "You're all right getting home?"

Sulking, Brian managed to say, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Curt stood in front of Brian, unsure how to say good-bye. "Don't pout, drama queen -- you'd hate it if your face froze like that."

Arthur chuckled, but Brian glared at Curt, trying one last desperate maneuver. "How can you just walk away? I know you want me."

"Brian, we had a great time today. I'm glad we met you, but we aren't a part of your real life. You need to find kids your own age to experiment with --"

"No!" Brian hissed. "I don't care about your age. I don't care that you're from New York. I want to enjoy the moment and not worry about the future."

Reaching out his hand, Curt met Brian's snapping eyes. "May I?"

Brian immediately stilled, stunned by Curt's request. "Yes."

Curt let his fingers brush through Brian's rich brown hair, trailing them lightly over Brian's smooth cheek. "It's not that I don't want you, I just can't take advantage of you." When Brian opened his mouth to argue, Curt placed a finger over Brian's lips. "Please accept that I just can't."

Sensing the hidden pain behind Curt's words, Brian took a shaky breath. "Okay."

"Thank you." Curt removed his hand slowly, torn between wanting to run away from this bewitching kid and wanting to pull him close.

Arthur rested a hand on Curt's shoulder, gently drawing him out of his thoughts. "We should go. Brian, it was good to meet you."

Giving a wry smile, Brian stuck out his hand, and Arthur accepted it, shaking firmly. Somehow, he wasn't surprised when Brian's fingers caressed his skin before letting go.

*****

Curt and Arthur got out of the taxi and went into their hotel. After checking to see if there were any messages at the desk, they headed for the elevator. The doors shut, sealing them off from the public. Curt leaned against the wall, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. "I feel terrible." Arthur was by his side immediately, touching his forehead for signs of fever. Curt rubbed into Arthur's palm, letting the smooth skin soothe him.

"Terrible as in sick or terrible that you didn't let him come back with us?" Arthur asked gently.

Opening his eyes, Curt grinned at Arthur. "I hate it when you get all perceptive on me."

Laughing, Arthur dropped his hand, kissing Curt's upturned lips before the door opened. "That's what you get for loving a reporter," he teased.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Curt murmured.

Hand in hand, they strolled down the hallway until they reached their suite door.

*****

Brian watched from the stairwell, determined to find out which room was Curt and Arthur's. After sneaking after them and overhearing the name of their hotel, Brian had followed in a cab and watched the elevator lights to see which floor they'd gotten off on. Now he was so close he could taste it. He felt a bit guilty for being so persistent, but then again, he really, really wanted them.

He waited patiently, hoping that they would either go out for dinner or order room service. Eventually, he was rewarded as a door down the hall opened and Curt and Arthur headed for the elevator. Once they were gone, Brian trotted down the hall to see which room was theirs. Armed with the room number, Brian went looking for someone to charm.

*****

"Thanks again, my uncles will be so surprised to see me!" Brian flashed a killer smile and closed the door on the blushing maid. It was amazing how easy that had been. Now, if he could just use his sex appeal to keep Curt from throwing him out.

Turning around, Brian whistled to himself at the suite. Wow -- being a rock star certainly had advantages. Unable to help himself, Brian wandered around the living room and then into the bedroom, looking for clues into the inner lives of Curt and Arthur. After rummaging about, Brian had reached two conclusions -- Curt liked leather, and they had more lube stashed in strategic places than he did. He was impressed.

*****

The door flew open, crashing against the wall. Curt and Arthur tumbled through in a flurry of laughter and grunts. Pushing the door closed, Curt forced Arthur face first against it, dragging his hands above his head and restraining them there. "You are in such trouble. I can't believe you did that in a public restaurant," Curt ground out, his lips and tongue working on Arthur's ear.

Squirming beneath Curt's solid touch, Arthur laughed. "But you like my talented feet. And it was under the table, so no one actually saw what I was doing..."

On the couch, Brian woke up to the thump of the door, blinking rapidly in the dim light as his mind processed the scene before him. He was instantly hard. Trying to control his breathing, he remained motionless and undetected.

Curt growled, "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you all night." Curt sucked Arthur's earlobe into his mouth, playing with it for a moment. "If you know what's good for you, you won't move your hands." Releasing Arthur's wrists, Curt slid his hands down Arthur's arms and sides, reaching around to open Arthur's jeans.

Remaining perfectly still, Arthur let Curt tug down his jeans and underwear, shivering at the feeling of exposure caused by wearing a shirt but no pants. Arthur gasped as Curt finished removing his sneakers, socks and pants and began kissing the sensitive arch of one foot.

Curt grinned to himself at the inarticulate noises coming from Arthur. He loved it when Arthur teased him, and returning the favor was just as much fun. Working his way up the back of Arthur's leg, Curt paused at the knee, making Arthur moan and giggle as he flicked his tongue along the soft underside. "Love you, Arthur," he offered before moving up to bite at the firmness of Arthur's ass.

"Curt!" Arthur cried, tightening his hands into fists as Curt's tongue snaked its way up between his cheeks. He was panting, hard and aching for Curt to possess him. Wanting to be dominated completely, he'd done everything he could think of during dinner to push Curt. It had worked beautifully.

Holding Arthur's hips still, Curt swirled his tongue around Arthur's opening, teasing before penetrating. He could feel Arthur twitching beneath his grasp, trying to rub his cock against the door in time with the tongue fucking. Satisfied that Arthur was thrumming with excitement, Curt withdrew, standing up and drawing Arthur's shirt over his head, leaving him naked.

The heat and weight of Curt's body pressed against his back combined with the nips and kisses raining over his neck and shoulders kept Arthur from complaining about the change of activity. It didn't matter what Curt did, he never failed to electrify Arthur's every nerve ending.

"I haven't forgotten," Curt murmured.

Shivers shot down Arthur's back at Curt's quiet words. "I didn't do anything wrong," he ventured, trying to keep his voice steady.

Curt bit Arthur's neck. "You didn't? Lying to me will also get you punished." Curt pushed his hard cock against Arthur's ass, rotating slowly.

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have teased you quite so much, but --"

"But what? Did you cross the line or not?" Curt's voice was stern.

Swallowing, Arthur tried to sound repentant. "I crossed the line. I'm sorry."

Curt nodded to himself. "In this case, sorry isn't good enough. I'm going to have to teach you the lesson that your actions have consequences." Curt stepped back from Arthur. "Follow me."

Arthur turned around, his muscular body hard and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Slowly he lowered his arms, fingers lightly tracing over his nipples and down.

Watching Arthur, Curt waited until his hands had almost reached his cock. "Now," Curt commanded, walking toward the bedroom while stripping off his shirt.

Brian shuddered as he watched Curt bare his chest and leave, followed closely by a gloriously naked Arthur. He couldn't believe this. Rolling off the couch, Brian crept to the doorway of the bedroom, careful not to be seen.

Curt sat on the bed, leaning over to remove his sneakers and socks but leaving his jeans on. He liked the contrast between Arthur's naked body and his own clothed one.

Panting in anticipation, Arthur waited for Curt's next command. Arthur tried not to grin when Curt motioned for Arthur to move closer and patted his lap. "Come here."

Shaking his head, Arthur refused to budge. "There's no way in hell I'm going to submit to a spanking," Arthur challenged.

"I thought we agreed that you'd been bad and needed to be punished." Lightning fast, Curt's hand shot out, wrapping around Arthur's wrist and tugging him off balance. With surprisingly little effort, Curt pulled Arthur forward and over his lap.

Arthur struggled frantically, crying out as Curt's hand smacked his bare ass. "Hey!"

Curt felt his cock push harder against his jeans as Arthur wiggled on his lap. As he continued, hot slap after hot slap, Arthur's ass began to redden nicely. It was torture not to just dump Arthur onto the floor and fuck him senseless.

Arthur sobbed as Curt continued to spank him. Even though Curt wasn't using a belt, it still hurt. Suddenly Curt stopped, letting his hand rest on Arthur's abused ass. Arthur felt the heat pouring off his skin, soothed only somewhat by Curt's cooler skin. "I'm sorry. I won't tease you in public again," Arthur whispered.

Curt laughed as Arthur thrust his cock against Curt's thigh, completely wiping out the image of a broken, repentant sinner. "Until the next time you want me to discipline you, no doubt. Don't think you're off the hook yet. I want you on your hands and knees on the bed."

Moving as quickly as he could under the circumstances, Arthur got off Curt's lap and arranged himself on the center of the bed facing the headboard.

"Cross your wrists and grab the bed rails," Curt demanded.

Meekly, Arthur complied, pleased when Curt tied him to the bed with a length of black leather. Then he heard Curt rip open a condom wrapper before popping open the lube. Arthur groaned as Curt worked two slick fingers up his ass. Dropping his head, Arthur panted, "Fuck me...fuck me now."

Replacing his fingers with his cock, Curt thrust into Arthur, letting him feel the intrusion all the way to his toes. "Fuck you like this?" Curt asked, pulling out and pushing back in again.

Arching back into the strong thrusts, Arthur let the pain of penetration metamorphose into pleasure. "Yeah, like that...fuck me like that."

Brian sat with his back against the doorjamb, pants open and fisting his cock. He was so caught up in the action that he couldn't stop himself, and with a strangled cry he came.

At the unexpected noise, Curt and Arthur froze. Curt twisted around, quickly recognizing Brian's shape in the doorway. "Fuck." Curt rested his head on Arthur's back for just a second before pulling out of Arthur.

"What is it?" Arthur asked breathlessly as Curt began untying his hands.

"An uninvited guest." Seeing that Brian was slowly becoming aware of the trouble he was in, Curt said, "Don't you move."

Once his hands were free, Arthur turned over to confirm his suspicions. If they both weren't so hard for each other, Arthur thought the situation might have been funny. As it was, he wasn't exactly sure how Curt would handle things.

Curt rolled off the condom and threw it into the wastepaper basket by the bed. Stalking to the dresser, Curt grabbed two pairs of shorts, tossing one at Arthur and stepping into the other one. Advancing on Brian, Curt put his hands on his hips and growled, "You better have a really good explanation for this..."

Looking up at an irritated Curt, Brian tried to ignore how good he looked -- with or without shorts. As he stood, Brian was glad he'd managed to zip up while Curt was getting dressed, even though he felt uncomfortably wet. Figuring Curt didn't want to be lied to, Brian smile tentatively and said, "I'm sorry, Curt. I followed you to the hotel and after you left the room I got a maid to let me in. I told her I wanted to surprise my uncles. I must have fallen asleep on the couch before you got back."

Rolling his eyes as Brian mentioned uncles, Curt finally said, "So we woke you up and you couldn't be bothered to say anything?" Curt glared daggers at Brian.

Hanging his head, Brian whispered, "You looked so fucking hot together that I couldn't think. I never imagined..."

As Brian's words trailed off, Arthur slipped his arm around Curt's waist. "Brian, why don't you go to the bathroom and clean up. Then come into the living room and we can talk."

Brian looked up, silently asking Curt's permission. When Curt nodded, he smiled gratefully at Arthur then scooted by them.

Curt turned on the light as they walked over to the couch. "Now what?" Curt asked bleakly.

Arthur took Curt into his arms, rubbing his hands up and down Curt's back. "Hey, it's not that bad, though he's certainly a persistent little bugger. Let's talk with him and see where things go."

Wrapping himself in Arthur's embrace, Curt smiled into Arthur's neck. "From a certain perspective, it's actually pretty funny."

Stepping back so he could see Curt's face, Arthur grinned in amusement. "Try to remember that. And that it's deadly serious for him. Oh, teenaged angst..." Arthur's grin faded as he remembered his own unhappy past.

Seeing where Arthur's thoughts were going, Curt traced his hands up Arthur's face. "I love you, Arthur." Curt brushed his lips over Arthur's, gently deepening the kiss until their bodies were pressed as closely as their lips.

"Um, guys...I'm back." Brian's voice was slightly breathless.

After a lingering kiss, Curt and Arthur stepped apart and settled onto the couch. "Okay, sit down and let's talk," Curt suggested.

Brian moved around the room for a moment and then sat in an over-stuffed chair. He couldn't help feeling a thrill as he looked at the men dressed only in shorts sitting just a small distance from him. Sure, they were old, but they still looked incredible.

"Brian," Arthur said, breaking into Brian's thoughts. "We understand that you're at a difficult stage, that you feel grown up and frustrated that no one else seems to think so. But, that doesn't excuse invading our privacy."

Looking from Curt to Arthur, Brian said defensively, "But I didn't mean to -- it just sort of happened."

"As soon as you realized what was happening, you should have let us know you were here," Curt said. "It might have been awkward, but it only made it worse the longer you let it continue."

Brian started to say something and then thought better of it.

"Go on, we're trying to have a discussion here," Curt encouraged, horrified to find himself in the role of responsible adult. Arthur squeezed his hand as if he'd read Curt's thoughts.

Blushing, Brian looked through his eyelashes, giving Curt an angelic smile. "I do see what you're saying, but it wasn't worse. You guys were incredibly hot." Brian squirmed slightly in his chair.

At Brian's words, Curt felt himself flush with a strange combination of embarrassment and pleasure. Trust the kid to be repentant yet defiant. Unsure where to go from here, Curt looked over to Arthur for help.

Raising an eyebrow at Curt, Arthur turned to Brian. "Thanks," he said, eyes sparkling with suppressed humor. "So, have we made our point?"

"Yeah. But now that I'm here, and you know I'm here, it seems like a wasted opportunity not to do something about it," Brian suggested, softening his voice until he was nearly purring.

Curt ran his hands through his hair, exasperated yet oddly amused by Brian's insistence. "I think we've had this conversation before. You're too young to be asking this of us."

Suddenly angry, Brian jumped up from his chair, moving closer to the couch. "I'm not too young! And I'm not completely inexperienced. I sucked off my gym teacher and he loved it," Brian said smugly.

Curt grew very still, stomach tightening at the thought of a teacher taking advantage of his student. "Brian, did this teacher make you do that? Did he hurt you?" Curt asked very quietly.

As quickly as he'd gotten angry, Brian smiled. "Hell no -- I walked into his shower with all my clothes on. I wanted it. And I wanted more, but he wouldn't let it happen again, and then school ended before I had a chance to wear him down."

Curt breathed a little easier, surprised at how shaken he felt. He'd dealt with what had happened to him, with his brother's betrayal and his parents' inability to blame anyone but him. And still, it was a scar that would never go away.

Seeing Curt pale, Arthur moved closer, putting his arm around Curt's shoulders. "You okay, love?" he asked softly into Curt's ear.

Curt nodded, taking a deep, calming breath. "Yeah. It's just always a surprise when it hits me."

Brian watched the interchange, unsure what was going on, but seeing the obvious concern and caring between them. He felt a twinge of jealousy. Wanting to draw the conversation back to himself, Brian said, "I'm not too young, and I want you. Besides, I told my mom I was spending the night at Mikey's -- he's my best friend and covers for me -- so I have nowhere to go. Please let me stay," Brian pleaded.

"Okay, you can stay," Curt agreed reluctantly, already feeling like he was drowning in quicksand with this one capitulation. "But you're sleeping on the couch."

Grinning, Brian sat down on the couch next to Arthur. "You don't think I'm too young, do you?" Brian asked pointedly. Divide and conquer.

Sighing, Arthur said, "I think you're old enough to know what you want, and very tenacious about getting it."

Squirming closer to Arthur, Brian risked letting his arm press against Arthur's bare one.

Seeing that Brian would continue to push, Curt said, "Whether you're too young or not is irrelevant. We're too old for you so just forget it."

Snaking his hand along Arthur's leg, Brian looked over to Curt. "You're older than Arthur, aren't you? What difference does it make?"

"Yes, I'm older, but we love each other. There's a huge difference between love and lust." Curt cringed to himself as he heard how cliche he sounded -- and hypocritical. He'd never had a problem shagging whatever caught his eye -- including a teenaged Arthur. Why was he being so judgmental and old-fashioned now?

Brian snorted. "I know I'm not in love with you guys, but what's wrong with liking you and wanting to sleep with you? I want to have sex. I'm going to have sex. If it's not with you, I'll go out and pick someone else," Brian threatened, his voice rising.

"Calm down, drama queen," Curt said. "I realize that having sex is the most important thing on your mind right now, but if you're really mature enough to do it, you need to be responsible. There are too many diseases and dangers out there to just jump in head first."

"Curt's right," Arthur agreed. "As stuffy as it sounds, you need to learn how to protect yourself or you could get hurt."

"See, I knew you guys would be the right choice. If you didn't care, you'd have just thrown me out and let me take my chances. Please don't say no to me." Brian looked at them, pleading with his eyes to be taken seriously.

Curt pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to resist the look of need and fear in Brian's hazel eyes -- eyes that somehow reminded him of Arthur's and a night years ago on a rooftop. "Shit," he whispered under his breath.

Sensing that Curt was close to giving in and wanting to make it easier for him, Arthur turned to Brian, taking his arm from Curt's shoulder and lightly tracing his fingers along Brian's jaw. "Curt was my first."

Brian turned into Arthur's touch, kissing his palm. He felt he was close to winning, wanted to get on with it, but was somehow fascinated by what Arthur was saying. "How?"

"I always knew I was different, just didn't understand how until I became fixated on a glam singer named Brian Slade. When I saw a picture of him kissing Curt it was every fantasy I'd ever had but been unable to visualize. I never would have done anything about it, but my father walked in on me while I was jerking off to pictures of them. He made me feel so ashamed, so bad about what I was, that I knew I couldn't stay there. I ran away to London -- seventeen and scared to death, but determined to find my place."

"And you found Curt?" Brian asked, interested despite himself in their story.

"No, I found a band called the Flaming Creatures." Arthur smiled as he recalled the shock of first seeing them. "They befriended me, gave me a place to sleep, a connection with the scene. They would have given me a complete education, but I just didn't want anyone but Brian or Curt. Then all hell broke loose and I ended up on a rooftop with Curt. He was in pain, yet he was incredibly gentle and caring with me. I was scared and needy but he made me fly."

Seeing the intensity of Arthur's memory, Brian asked, "And you've been together since then?"

Curt reached over to stroke Arthur's hair and neck. "No, it was a one night stand. We didn't see each other for the next ten years. But it was a moment neither of us ever forgot, and when we happened to meet again, it drew us together."

Brian's eyes widened. "That sounds like a fairy tale. Real life doesn't work that way."

Curt and Arthur smiled at each other, and Brian thought he could see the entire universe suspended in their gaze. He didn't believe in happily ever after. It was disturbing.

"When you find love, you'll know it," Curt said, leaning in to gently brush his lips over Arthur's.

Before the kiss could deepen, Arthur pulled back, murmuring, "It will change your world."

They were silent for a moment and Brian began to feel a bit uncomfortable. Maybe they had found something together, but he'd never be worthy of that kind of devotion. Not that it mattered -- sex was what he wanted, not love.

Then they turned to him, each taking one of his hands in theirs. "You can stay with us tonight," Curt said. "We won't do anything you don't want to do."

Brian's smile brightened his face and he squeezed their hands in excitement. "I want it all."

Arthur groaned. "I knew he'd say that."

"Well, come on then," Curt said, tugging them to their feet.

*****

Brian stood before the bed trembling with excitement and a hint of fear. He couldn't believe they had really agreed to teach him. The light from the living room cast shadows across the bedroom but let him see Curt and Arthur in more detail than he'd been able to before. He started as Curt ran a hand up under his shirt and along his back.

Feeling Brian tense, Curt soothed, "Just relax, we'll make you feel so good."

Arthur stood in front of Brian, smiling encouragingly as Curt worked Brian's shirt over his head. Feeling suddenly exposed, Brian stepped closer to Arthur, who wrapped his arms around Brian, tucking Brian's head against his shoulder and slowly rubbing his back. "Don't be scared or embarrassed, just relax and trust us," Arthur said against Brian's silky hair.

The feel of Arthur's warm skin against his bare chest both calmed and excited Brian. He did trust these guys to make things good. And he sure as hell wanted to be with them. He kissed Arthur's chest, tasting the saltiness of his skin.

Curt continued to touch Brian lightly, watching as Arthur held him while he kissed Arthur's chest. They were both brown-haired and beautiful -- Arthur so tall yet gentle, Brian all gangly and excited. It was obvious to Curt that Brian would grow up to be a heartbreaker.

Growing bolder, Brian tilted his head back, looking up into Arthur's face. Encouraged by the smile and the warmth in Arthur's eyes, Brian moved closer, rubbing his cock against Arthur's thigh. It felt unbelievably good.

Arthur held still, bracing himself as Brian rubbed against his leg. He could hear Brian's harsh breathing and practically feel the pleasure thrumming through the tense body. He looked over Brian's shoulder to Curt, wanting to make sure everything was okay. The look of lust on Curt's face mirrored his own arousal.

Before Brian could lose control, Curt gripped his upper arms and gently tugged him away from Arthur. "Slow, deep breaths -- make it last."

Brian let his head clear then turned to face Curt. He felt drawn to Curt's lips, needing to touch and taste. He moved forward, thrilled when Curt tilted his head and accepted the kiss. His first shy explorations quickly turned into hungry, open-mouthed plunder. He let his hands wander up and down Curt's back, finally daring to touch Curt's ass, to pull Curt closer so he could feel their hard cocks pushing against each other.

Now it was Arthur's turn to watch the others together. He admired Brian's thin body, intrigued by the smooth skin, by the combination of innocence and carnal desire that Brian exuded. It excited him to see Curt as the object of Brian's lust, to see them kissing frantically, groping each other in a vain attempt to get close enough.

Curt finally broke the kisses, pulling back from Brian and accepting his groan of disappointment. Slipping off his shorts, Curt stood with his arms held away from his naked body, daring Brian to look at him. "So, do you like what you see?"

Brian nodded mutely, staring at Curt's aroused body, knowing that he was the cause. His eyes fell to Arthur, also naked now, as he stepped around to embrace Curt from behind. The sight of the two of them together brought back the image of Arthur on his hands and knees while Curt fucked his ass. Brian wanted more than just kisses.

Seeing Brian's needy expression, Curt said, "Tell us what you want, Brian -- how you want us."

At a loss to verbalize his desires, Brian focused on getting out of the rest of his clothing. When he was naked, he looked at the men before him, offering his body to them.

Both Curt and Arthur saw the hint of uncertainty behind the defiant expression. Arthur stroked his hand along Brian's collarbone. "You're incredible, Brian," he murmured, dipping his fingers down to circle a nipple.

"I agree," Curt stated, touching Brian's other nipple, pinching gently. Seeing that Brian wasn't going to express what he wanted, Curt said, "I think it might be better to start with you shagging one of us. Then the other can take you if you want to try it."

"Okay," Brian panted, looking confused. Finally he asked, "Shag?"

Curt leaned in to kiss and lick Brian's ear. "Fuck," he clarified.

"Oh," Brian gasped, turned on by the touches and the word. "Yeah, that would be fine."

Smiling at the dazed look on Brian's face, Curt said, "Excellent. Who do you want first?"

The image of Curt fucking Arthur flashed across his mind, giving Brian his answer. "I want to fuck Arthur and then have you fuck me," Brian told Curt.

"Come on then," Arthur said, drawing them over to the bed. Lying on his back, Arthur let Brian settle between his legs. They kissed and touched, learning each other's bodies.

More than ready, Brian said, "I want you on your hands and knees, Arthur."

Arthur laughed silently at the demand, sensing that once he'd had a little practice, Brian would make an excellent top. Rolling Brian over, Arthur straddled his hips, lightly pinning Brian to the bed.

Curt laughed out loud, swatting Arthur's ass. "You know what he meant. Stop being such a tease." Looking at Brian, Curt confided, "He's usually so serious, but occasionally he has this horrible need to play games -- don't let it bother you."

Seeing that both Curt and Arthur were teasing, Brian relaxed a bit, laughing as Arthur crawled off him. He sat up, quickly finding himself surrounded, being kissed and fondled by both Curt and Arthur. Not sure he could hang on much longer, Brian batted them away, saying, "Arthur..."

Arthur immediately complied, arranging himself on the bed. Brian positioned himself behind Arthur, running his hand over Arthur's back and down the curve of his ass. The skin was still slightly pink. Curious, Brian asked, "You really liked it when Curt spanked you and tied you up?"

Pushing his ass against Brian's hand, Arthur purred, "Oh yeah."

After grabbing a towel, condom and lube, Curt knelt behind Brian. Catching Brian's question and Arthur's answer, Curt elaborated, "Sex is power. Sometimes it's fun to give up control and submit to another's will. Sometimes it's fun to take control, to exert power over another. We trust each other enough to play together like that."

Brian quivered as Curt kissed the back of his neck. Seeing Arthur spread before him, he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. "I need..."

Curt's hand rubbed circles on Brian's stomach. "I know. Arthur's waiting for you to fuck him." Curt handed Brian the condom. "Here, put this on."

Startled, Brian looked back at Curt. "But I'm clean."

"I'm sure you are," Curt agreed. "But you never know where someone else has been. There are too many diseases out there to be stupid. It's better to get used to wearing a condom now; it's like a seatbelt -- most of the time you don't need it but if you are in an accident, you'll be alive because you had it on."

"Listen to him, Brian, and remember it when you go cruising." Arthur wiggled his ass invitingly. "Now will you guys please get on with it."

Curt stroked Arthur's inner thigh, adding to his impatience as Brian rolled on the condom. "Okay, take some lube and work it onto your cock and into Arthur." Curt squirted the slick onto Brian's fingers.

"Isn't that a lot?" Brian asked dubiously.

"There's really no such thing as too much lube, so don't be stingy," Curt said.

"But isn't it messy?"

"Yeah, but that's why you have a towel." Curt pointed to the hand towel lying on the bed. Curt watched as Brian covered his cock and then reached out to touch Arthur. "Start slow until you're sure he's relaxed."

Brian tentatively inserted one finger, surprised by the tightness and heat. He couldn't imagine getting his cock inside. Soon, however, he had three fingers moving easily in and out of Arthur's ass.

"I'm more than ready, Brian, go ahead," Arthur encouraged.

Curt ran his hands up and down Brian's thighs. "Push slowly until you get in, but don't worry, you won't hurt him."

Brian removed his fingers, wiping them on the towel before positioning his cock. He wanted to plunge forward, but held himself back and slowly pushed into Arthur. He felt slight resistance, but then Arthur was opening beneath him and he was being enveloped by the most incredible sensation. "Oh my god..."

Curt grinned, watching Brian's slim hips begin to pump back and forth, listening to the chorus of grunts and moans coming from both Brian and Arthur. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone so innocent. Seeing Brian's excitement at discovering this pleasure made Curt feel incredibly jaded and yet reborn.

Pushing back, Arthur helped Brian establish a solid rhythm. He loved the feel of Brian's hands grasping his hips, of the cock filling him. He twisted slightly, dropping his head onto his arms and finding the right angle to stimulate his prostate. "Yes, that's it...perfect..." he panted, wanting Brian to know how much he was enjoying it.

Figuring that Brian wasn't going to last much longer, Curt said, "Fist Arthur's cock, make him come."

Curt's words slowly penetrated the fog of intense pleasure that swirled inside Brian's head. Shakily, he reached around to take Arthur's cock, pumping it in time to his thrusts. "Arthur...come on..." Brian pleaded, wanting to get Arthur off before he lost control completely.

Curt echoed Brian's words. "Arthur, come for us."

At the command, Arthur concentrated on the feel of friction along his cock and fullness in his ass. Gasping, he pushed back onto Brian's cock once more and let the pleasure crest.

Feeling the wetness of Arthur's come, Brian grabbed Arthur's hips and began to thrust rapidly into him.

Curt watched Arthur shudder and go limp beneath Brian, who continued to move, fucking Arthur hard. Curt resisted the urge to jerk himself off, determined to wait.

Brian started to keen, stiffening as he came buried deep in Arthur. Collapsing against Arthur's back, Brian floated in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of his life.

Petting Brian's back, Curt let him calm down before saying, "Be sure to hold onto the condom when you pull out. Good. Now take it off and tie it so you can toss it into the wastepaper basket."

Hesitantly, Brian followed Curt's directions before flopping back onto the bed. He watched bonelessly as Arthur rolled over and Curt cleaned him up, ruffling his damp hair and kissing his forehead before turning to Brian. Curt was still hard, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry. Curt moved over to him, toweling him dry. His cock twitched at Curt's touch, little sparks of electricity running into his body. "Mm..."

Curt leaned down to kiss Brian's nose. "Yeah, it feels great, doesn't it? Give yourself some time to recover, thought." Curt laughed as Brian stretched out like a contented cat, curling himself against Arthur.

Arthur snuggled with Brian, letting him rest with his head pillowed against Arthur's chest. Rubbing Brian's back with one hand, Arthur reached up with the other, catching Curt's fingers and tangling them with his own. "Come here, mate," Arthur whispered, tugging at Curt.

Smiling, Curt followed Arthur's request, plastering himself along Arthur's other side. He stifled a gasp as Arthur worked his hand between them, wrapping it around Curt's cock. Fortunately, Arthur didn't tease, just let the warmth from his hand envelop Curt's sensitive flesh, allowing him to relax as he waited for Brian.

A few minutes later, Brian's fingers began tracing along Arthur's chest, followed by a gentle rocking of hips. Feeling Brian's cock hardening against his thigh, Arthur asked, "Are you ready for more?"

Curt's eyes flew open, carefully searching Brian's face, finding him flushed and expectant. A jolt of desire shot through Curt at the thought of being inside this captivating kid.

"Yeah," Brian answered, looking over to meet Curt's eyes. "I'm ready."

As their gazes met, Curt could see the intense desire to be taken dulled by a hint of hesitancy. Wanting to alleviate Brian's fear, Curt reached over to stroke Brian's face. "I won't hurt you, Brian. Trust me and I'll show you the stars."

"I do trust you." Brian's face brightened, confidant once again. "And I want you to fuck me."

With a final caress, Curt moved away from Brian and Arthur. Grabbing a pillow, Curt said, "Arthur, sit up a bit." As he complied, Curt stuffed the pillow behind him, helping to prop him up. "Great. Now, Brian, I want you to straddle Arthur's hips."

Brian raised his eyebrows in silent question, but did as he'd been told, finding himself face to face with Arthur.

As Curt got another condom from the bedside table, Arthur leaned in to kiss Brian, their tongues playing with each other. Arthur felt Brian's hand smoothing over his chest and down to his groin. Groaning into Brian's mouth, Arthur tried to encourage the explorations. When their mouths separated, Arthur pushed Brian back so he was sitting upright with his hard cock easily accessible to Arthur's touch.

After a moment to appreciate the picture the two of them made, Curt found the lube among the sheets and crawled behind Brian. Snaking his hands around Brian's waist, Curt covered both Brian and Arthur's hands, bringing their cocks together and directing them to rub against each other.

Brian was overwhelmed by the feel of the hands wrapped around him and the cocks, one sliding along his hardness and the other pushing against the back of his thigh. All the times he'd jerked off to fantasies of touching and being touched still hadn't prepared him for the reality of Curt and Arthur. "Guys...too much..." he panted.

Releasing them, Curt rested his hands on Brian's slim hips, giving him time to calm down. "Better?" Curt asked when he could feel Brian's breathing even out again.

"Yeah, better," Brian confirmed. "I had no idea how hot you guys really were."

Curt laughed. "Hear that, Arthur, we're hot."

Picking up Brian's hand, Arthur kissed his palm and then nibbled down to his wrist. Looking smugly at Curt, Arthur said, "Brian has good taste in men."

Nipping at Brian's neck, Curt murmured, "And he tastes good, too."

Brian groaned, feeling his arousal heat up at the teasing touches.

Moving his hands from Brian's hips, Curt reached for the lube. Pushing gently on Brian's back, Curt said, "Brian, lean over and rest your head on Arthur's chest so I can prep you."

Arthur saw the moment of panic in Brian's eye as he bent over, exposing himself to Curt. Carding his fingers through Brian's hair, Arthur crooned, "Relax, let Curt make you feel good. He'll stop if you need him to, don't worry. Just let it happen. It's going to feel incredible."

Under the steady caress of Arthur's hand and voice, Brian relaxed, concentrating on the excitement of being pressed against Arthur's body and the promise of Curt's possession.

Not wanting to startle him, Curt touched Brian's thigh first, then ran his hand up to Brian's ass. Even though Curt had let the lube warm up in his hand, Brian still tensed when his fingers brushed against Brian's opening. Curt took his time, smoothing the lube around the outside until Brian relaxed. Curt looked over to Arthur, alerting him.

Arthur slid one hand down to Brian's shoulder, rubbing gently. "Take a deep breath, Brian, and then release it slowly," he instructed.

Curt waited until Brian was breathing out before sliding a slick finger inside him. Feeling his finger squeezed tight, Curt rubbed Brian's lower back with his other hand. "It's okay -- we'll go slow. Just get used to the feeling," Curt murmured.

Curt's finger felt huge inside him -- not bad, just sort of strange. A mental image of Curt's cock flashed through his mind, taunting him. There was no way Curt was going to fit. Just as he was about to chicken out, Curt began to move his finger. "Oh fuck!" Brian gasped as starbursts exploded behind his closed eyes.

Slipping a second finger in, Curt continued to brush Brian's prostate, hoping that the pleasure would overwhelm the anxiety.

Feeling Brian's hands grab his upper arms, Arthur grinned at Curt. "I think that did it..."

Nodding, Curt separated his fingers, gently stretching Brian until he was sure they were ready to proceed. "Brian?" Curt pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the towel. Tearing open the package and rolling the condom on, Curt tried again. "Brian? I want you to turn over so I can see you."

"Okay," Brian whispered shakily, letting Curt help him settle with his back against Arthur's chest. Seeing Curt before him, ready to take him, made him tremble with excitement.

Carefully lifting Brian's legs over his shoulders, Curt positioned himself and pushed slowly, feeling Brian automatically tense at the intrusion.

Running his hands up and down Brian's sides, Arthur whispered in his ear, "Let Curt in."

Whimpering slightly, Brian gasped, "It hurts..."

Continuing to push gently, Curt said, "Really listen to your body. The pain is so close to pleasure -- feel the pleasure."

Seeing Curt's intense expression, Brian took a ragged breath and focused on the feel of Curt's cock up his ass. He felt incredibly full -- stretched, burning, but Curt was right. The pain was good, not really pain any longer but instead a deep, aching pleasure that wormed its way into his core. "Oh...yes...more..."

Curt felt the moment when Brian's body decided he was enjoying this. Slowly pulling out, Curt pushed back in, starting a steady, undemanding rhythm that allowed Brian to get the feel of things. "You're doing great, Brian," Curt praised.

Suddenly needing more, Brian begged, "Harder...faster..."

Curt put more power behind his thrusts, trying to hold back and not simply pound Brian into Arthur. Brian's body was so flexible that it responded immediately to any pressure from Curt and he was able to lean forward and capture Brian's lips in a searing kiss.

Arthur watched with fascination as Brian's toes curled in the air. He knew that feeling well -- Curt was an enthusiastic and accomplished lover, one who'd been capable of cutting through years of repression and low self-image to make Arthur feel desired and loved; one who'd changed his world.

Letting Curt's kisses consume him, Brian soared, his heart thundering to the driving beat of Curt's thrusts. He felt Arthur's hand enclose his cock, stroking and squeezing in the confined space. His cries of completion were muffled by Curt's mouth. Beginning to relax, Brian could feel the strength of Curt still moving within him and the hardness of Arthur's erection pressed against his lower back. Arthur's breathing was harsh near his ear.

The spasms around his cock and the wetness on his stomach told Curt that Brian had come. Now free to follow him, Curt shortened his thrusts and then sank deeply inside Brian giving up control and freefalling into a blissful sea of stars.

Arthur loved seeing Curt's face as he came. Often he was so wrapped up in the pleasure Curt was giving him that he missed it, but now he was supporting Brian and free to watch the expression of joy and abandon that flitted across Curt's surprisingly innocent-looking face. It was almost as if he was experiencing the intensity of orgasm for the first time.

Brian whimpered as Curt pulled out of him, not wanting their connection broken. He felt exhausted and euphoric simultaneously. Curt returned to the bed, running his hand over Brian's stomach, slicking it with semen. Brian couldn't help quivering at the touch.

Smiling at the smugly contented look on Brian's face, Curt tickled him lightly. "Scoot over so you can watch while I finish off Arthur."

Feeling much lighter now that Brian's weight had been removed, Arthur gathered Brian against his side, looping an arm around his waist. Arthur gasped as Curt took his cock firmly in hand and began jerking him.

Brian's eyes were drawn to the sight of Arthur's cock, slick with his come, and Curt's hand sliding rhythmically up and down it. Curt obviously knew just how Arthur liked to be touched because soon Brian could feel Arthur's arm tight around him and then come was shooting out of Arthur's cock, coating Curt's hand. In his post-orgasmic lassitude, Brian thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

After Arthur had come, Curt fitted himself against Arthur's other side, stroking and petting as they cooled down. Seeing how openly Brian had responded to them, how contented he now looked, erased the apprehension he'd felt before. Finally, Curt felt settled.

Finding himself in the middle once more, Arthur relaxed, enjoying the feel of two heartbeats thudding rapidly against him. There was nothing better than the comfort of innocent snuggling after mind-blowing sex.

When a warm, wet towel moved over him, Brian didn't even bother opening his eyes. He felt the towel move away and thought he heard a gentle laugh, but he was drifting in remembered pleasure and too tired to care what was going on. When Arthur shifted, pulling out from under him, Brian mumbled a protest, not wanting to lose the warmth, the connection.

"It's okay, he'll be right back." Curt sat on the bed, holding a glass of water. "Are you thirsty?"

Fighting sleep, Brian managed to open his eyes. Now that Curt mentioned it, his throat was dry. "Yeah."

"Sit up a bit or you'll choke," Curt said, grinning at the pained expression that crossed Brian's face. "We'll sleep in just a minute."

With Curt's help, Brian maneuvered himself up and drank the cool water. "Thanks." He couldn't seem to manage more than one word at a time.

"Welcome." Curt put the glass on the bedside table and then tugged at the covers. Lying down, Curt let Brian burrow against his chest, wrapping an arm around him protectively.

The light from the living room went out and Arthur crept back to the bed, easing in under the covers to spoon up behind Curt. He kissed the back of Curt's neck before settling with an arm draped over Curt's waist, resting on Brian's hip.

As Brian drifted to sleep, he heard Curt's soft voice. "You were just perfect, Brian. I want you to always remember how beautiful it was."

*****

The curtains blocked most of the light, but a thin ray reached into the room letting Curt know it was morning. They had shifted during the night and now he found himself pressed against Arthur's chest with Brian against his back. He felt a tingle run down his spine as he realized that Brian's cock was hard, pressing insistently between his legs. He nuzzled at Arthur's skin, slowly teasing him awake.

Drifting up from sleep, Arthur ran his hand through Curt's hair, gently pushing it back from his face. He loved waking with Curt in his arms, feeling Curt's breath on his skin, Curt's heartbeat matching his own. He felt his cock hardening, ready as always for anything Curt desired.

Curt began to rock slowly back and forth, rubbing his cock against Arthur's and letting Brian's cock slide between his thighs. He sensed the moment Arthur woke enough to remember Brian and murmured, "Love you, Arthur."

"Love you, too." Kissing Curt's hair, Arthur stroked Curt's side, noticing that the covers had been pushed down and were now tangled around their legs. "Is he awake?" Arthur whispered, unable to see Brian's face, just a mass of brown hair.

"Well, part of him is," Curt laughed, wiggling his hips. "Brian?" he asked in a slightly louder voice.

Heat surrounded his cock. Brian pushed, trying to get closer, to feel the electric sensations he'd felt before, to feel really alive. He heard his name and felt a hand on his shoulder squeezing gently. Opening his eyes, Brian focused on the smooth expanse of skin before him. Memories of the previous night flooded through him and Brian couldn't help smiling giddily. Mikey was never going to believe this.

"Brian?" Arthur tried, moving his hand up to Brian's hair. "You awake?"

Hearing a vague rumble from Brian, Curt tilted his head up, seeking out Arthur's lips. Starting at his collarbone, Curt trailed kisses up Arthur's neck, humming quietly to himself. When Arthur didn't dip his head so Curt could reach him, Curt nibbled along Arthur's jaw, loving the rough feel of Arthur's unshaven skin.

Knowing what Curt wanted, Arthur waited, teasing for a moment longer before he let their lips meet. It always amazed him how kissing Curt could turn him on so, but then again, everything Curt did had that effect.

Curt felt Brian's lips tentatively kiss his back. Then Brian got bolder, running a hand down Curt's spine and stroking his ass. Breaking away from Arthur's lips, Curt said, "Morning, Brian. Hope you slept well."

Lifting his head, Arthur looked over Curt to meet Brian's eyes. "You okay?" he asked gently.

"Great." Brian gave a radiant smile, pushing his hips against Curt.

Laughing, Curt wiggled back. "You up for another round?"

"Sure."

After a quick kiss for Arthur, Curt squirmed around to face Brian. Grinning at Brian's tousled hair and puffy lips, Curt pulled Brian to him. After kissing Brian senseless, Curt asked, "What do you want to do?"

This time, Brian felt secure enough to answer. "Want to fuck you."

Arthur laughed, running a hand down Curt's back to knead his ass. "Excellent choice."

"You're just biased," Curt teased, arching back into Arthur.

"Perhaps," Arthur agreed, rolling over to find condoms and lube. He returned, after finally locating the lube on the floor, to find Curt on his back, cushioned by pillows and spread out for Brian.

Seeing Curt like that, Brian felt an incredible sense of power course through him. Panting with excitement, he reached out, wrapping his hand around Curt's cock, making him groan.

Arthur knelt beside Brian, watching him learn to pleasure Curt. Before he could make Curt come, Arthur touched his arm. When he'd caught Brian's attention, Arthur offered him a condom.

Curt's hoarse voice directed, "Arthur, put it on Brian."

Checking to be sure it was okay with Brian, Arthur stroked him for a moment before rolling the condom on. Brian held out his hand and Arthur squirted some lube into it. It was funny how helping Brian get ready to fuck Curt was actually quite a turn on. Feeling Curt's gaze, Arthur looked over and grinned sheepishly at him.

Quickly, Brian prepared Curt, eager to be inside. Positioning himself, Brian asked breathlessly, "Ready?"

"Yes," Curt answered, enjoying the look of intense concentration on Brian's young face. He relaxed as Brian pushed into him, sharing the rush of pleasure.

Brian watched Curt's face as he entered, feeling the heat surround his cock and practically pull him in deeper. He withdrew and pushed in again, this time looking down to see his cock slipping out of and into Curt's body. Listening to the quiet noises Curt made, Brian reveled in the power of taking Curt's willing surrender. It was fantastic.

Curt could tell that Brian was totally concentrating on fucking him, but he wanted to bring Arthur into the game. Stroking Brian's arm, Curt asked, "Brian, will you let Arthur take you?"

Brian's head snapped up to look at Curt, a smile spreading across his face. "At the same time?"

Grinning right back, Curt growled, "Of course."

"Okay," Brian agreed eagerly.

Curt caught Arthur's attention by saying, "Rim him first."

Leaning down to kiss Curt, Arthur murmured, "You have such an evil mind."

"Creative..." Curt gasped as Brian twisted his hips and stroked his cock against Curt's prostate.

Turning to Brian, Arthur teased, "If you can keep him from complete sentences, you're doing something right."

Brian tugged Arthur over so they could share a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Both were panting when they broke apart. "Hurry up..." Brian demanded.

Moving behind Brian, Arthur kissed the back of his neck and shoulder blades. Slowly, he ran his fingers along Brian's soft back, following them with his lips, nibbling and kissing until he was licking down into the crack of Brian's ass.

The caresses had been nice, but when Arthur reached his ass, Brian was transported into another realm of sensation. For a moment, he didn't feel his connection with Curt, only the intense pleasure of Arthur's warm, wet tongue circling, circling and finally pushing into him. He'd thought it looked hot when he'd seen Curt licking Arthur, but he'd had no idea how incredible it felt.

Feeling Brian melt beneath his touch and then stiffen with impending orgasm, Arthur backed off, giving Brian time to cool down while he put on a condom and coated it with lube. Returning his attention to Brian, Arthur stroked Brian's smooth, pale ass, gently holding his hips still so he could sink inside. When he encountered resistance, Arthur stopped, letting Brian relax until he could proceed. Eventually, he was buried inside Brian.

Sandwiched in between Arthur and Curt, Brian thought he would explode at any moment from the combination of tight heat around his cock and incredible fullness up his ass. He whimpered, overwhelmed by how good it felt yet needing more to complete it.

Curt and Arthur stayed completely still for long moments, letting Brian adjust to the dual sensations. Finally, Arthur pulled out and gently pushed back in. As he increased his pace, Curt tilted his hips up in counterpoint to Arthur's thrusts.

Realizing that he was letting both of them fuck him while he stayed passive between them, Brian picked up the rhythm, filling Curt and slamming back into Arthur. Once he got going, it didn't take long for the pleasure to build up and crash over him, leaving him collapsed on top of Curt, sweaty and sated. Belatedly, he felt Curt and Arthur continuing to thrust until they, too, stiffened and groaned their pleasure.

When he could breathe again, Arthur lifted himself off of Brian's slick back, cleaning himself up quickly before flopping next to Curt and letting the last sparkles burst through his body.

Curt lay still, accepting the weight of Brian's body covering him. He was still flying from his orgasm, tingling with energy. Stroking Brian, Curt as amazed at how smooth and soft his skin was. His body definitely wasn't soft; even if he hadn't quite grown into it, Brian's body held the promise of the man he was going to become. For a moment, Curt flashed back to the rooftop, remembering Arthur as a teenager, so awkward and vulnerable but shining with such excitement to be the focus of Curt's attention. Curt reached out and ran his hand along Arthur's stomach, tracing the well-honed body he knew by heart; Arthur had grown up good. He hoped Brian would have the same good fortune and find somebody to truly love him.

Eventually, Brian couldn't ignore the stickiness between them, so he crawled off Curt, taking care of the condom and trying to clean them up.

Curt stretched, enjoying Brian's none to successful attempt at cleanliness. "It's okay, the shower will take care of it."

Sitting up, Arthur said, "You must be starving. Let's order room service and then clean up."

Brian flashed Arthur a huge grin. "Yeah, I am." Brian leapt off the bed, wincing a little as his body protested the sudden motion.

Seeing Brian's reaction, Curt stood up, following him into the living room "Are you okay?" When Brian didn't look at him immediately, Curt touched his shoulder. "Being sore isn't unusual, but you aren't supposed to be in pain."

Blushing slightly, Brian turned to face Curt, saying, "Just sore -- but it's a good sore."

As Arthur entered the room, he caught Brian's statement and smiled, knowing exactly what Brian meant. "A good sore is okay. Tell me what you want for breakfast and then grab a shower. The hot water will feel really good."

Handing Brian the menu, Curt wrapped his arm around Brian's waist, peering at the breakfast choices. "Order whatever you want."

"Really? This is so neat," Brian enthused before realizing how naive he sounded.

Curt squeezed Brian reassuringly. "Yeah, it is. I've just spent enough time in hotels that I forget."

Grateful that they hadn't laughed at him, Brian studied the menu. Everything looked good.

Arthur came up behind Curt, resting his hands on Curt's shoulders. "I know what you want, so why don't you start showering and I'll send Brian in once he decides."

Turning to face Arthur, Curt brushed their lips together, purring as Arthur stroked his back. "Okay."

Once Curt left, Arthur focused on Brian. "Anything look good?"

"Yeah, everything. What are you guys getting?" Brian asked.

"Curt loves pancakes. I'm not really a breakfast person, but I like tea and I'll probably nibble from Curt's. If you want more than one thing, that's fine." Looking at Brian's slim body, Arthur thought he could stand to gain a little weight.

Seeing that Arthur really didn't mind, Brian said, "Okay, I'll have a ham and cheese omelet and French toast."

"Do you want orange juice?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll call in the order. Go on and join Curt."

Brian smiled up at Arthur, giving him a quick hug before bounding out of the room.

Shaking his head in amusement at Brian's enthusiasm, Arthur picked up the phone.

*****

Curt let the hot water flow over him, rinsing away the shampoo. When he opened his eyes, Brian was standing in the bathroom. "You coming in?"

Seeing Curt's smile, Brian accepted the invitation and stepped inside, gasping as the water heated his skin and Curt's soapy hands moved over him. Brian closed his eyes. "Mm...that feels wonderful."

"So do you," Curt answered, sliding his slick hands up Brian's smooth chest.

Brian turned in the circle of Curt's arms, pressing himself against Curt. He felt his cock hardening again and he looked up, seeing Curt's hair darkened by the water and plastered to his head. Drawn to Curt, Brian kissed Curt's chest, nibbling up his neck and to his lips.

Accepting Brian's kisses, Curt reached down, sliding his hand slowly along Brian's cock. "You're so responsive," Curt praised as he increased the pace.

Groaning, Brian writhed in Curt's grasp, feeling his lust overwhelm him. He'd jerked off in the shower numerous times, but it had never felt like this.

Arthur entered the bathroom, fascinated by the motions of the distorted forms behind the shower curtain. He saw Brian still before hearing his shout of completion.

Curt gave Brian's cock a final squeeze before moving his hand to Brian's waist, helping to support him as he sagged bonelessly against Curt.

Pulling back the shower curtain, Arthur carefully stepped in, squeezing close to Curt from behind. "You two looked lovely."

Lifting his head, Brian realized he'd been so caught up in his own pleasure that he'd completely ignored Curt. Embarrassed, he stammered, "I'm sorry, I forgot..."

Curt kissed Brian to interrupt his apology. "Don't worry about it. I'm not a teenager anymore."

Arthur snorted and then said, "I tossed our clothes into the bedroom and left tip money on the coffee table."

"Thanks, love. I'd be running around in a towel looking for my wallet if you weren't so organized." Curt disentangled himself and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and beginning to dry his hair.

"Don't mention it," Arthur said, wetting his head and reaching for the shampoo. "Did you get a chance to wash your hair yet?" he asked a still slightly dazed Brian.

Shaking his head, Brian answered, "No."

"Turn around and I'll do it." Arthur massaged the shampoo into Brian's hair, lathering it up and taking a minute to play with it. "Okay, rinse it out."

Arthur stepped around Brian so he could wash his own hair while Brian rinsed. He was pleasantly surprised to feel Brian's hands soaping his body. "Mm...thanks."

They finished rinsing and Arthur turned the water off. Curt, towel draped low around his hips, strolled back into the bathroom as they were drying off. "Breakfast is served."

*****

Brian dove into his breakfast hungrily, listening to Curt and Arthur's banter and watching as Curt fed Arthur bites of his pancakes. He tried to contribute to the conversation, but he was still flying so high from the past day that he was amazed he could think at all.

Arthur watched as Brian stopped inhaling his food and continued to eat at a more sedate pace. Deciding he wouldn't get growled at now, Arthur asked, "Brian, may I have a bite of your omelet?"

Curt laughed out loud. "Tell him no -- he's a breakfast vulture," Curt volunteered innocently.

Looking startled, Brian pushed his plate toward Arthur. "Sure, have whatever you want."

After smiling triumphantly at Curt, Arthur turned to Brian, pushing the plate back. "I don't want to steal your breakfast, I just wanted to taste it."

Seeing Brian's uncertain look, Curt teased, "I think you're allowed to share bites with him."

Cutting off a piece of egg, Brian tentatively held his fork out to Arthur as he'd seen Curt do.

Arthur happily consumed the offered food. "Thanks, that was delicious."

The rest of the meal passed in idle chatter until Curt and Brian cleaned their plates -- with Arthur's help. Finally, Curt sat back, stretching and looking at the clock. "We'd better get dressed and packed or we'll miss our flight."

"Will you be okay taking a cab to Mikey's?" Arthur asked. "We'll give you money for the fare."

Brian rolled his eyes, smiling at Arthur. "I can take the bus."

Curt cut in. "We'd rather you take a cab."

Seeing no point in arguing, Brian said, "Okay, thanks, that's great." As he stood up and followed them into the bedroom, Brian felt his smile fading. He'd known they were leaving today, known he was just visiting their lives for a moment, but he still felt an odd sadness. He found his clothes and dressed silently.

Seeing Brian's dampened enthusiasm, Arthur put his arm around Brian, reaching out to straighten his hair. "Don't feel sad, Brian. Remember us and the wonderful time we had together, but then go out and have a fantastic life."

Curt joined in, creating a triangular three-way hug. "Listen to Arthur. You're a great person, Brian, and you deserve a wonderful future." Curt leaned over to kiss Brian's forehead, brushing his lips across the smooth skin and strands of silk-soft hair.

Biting his lower lip to keep from telling them he wasn't worthy of any of that, Brian focused instead on the warmth of their hands on his back and the light caress of Curt's lip, now trailing down to his mouth. Arthur's lips replaced Curt's for a gentle kiss, and then they were all standing pressed together, quiet. For a moment, maybe, he could let himself believe them.

*****

Finished packing, Curt turned to Arthur, hugging him close. "It feels strange now that he's gone -- not that I'm not happy to be with you alone," he hastened to add.

Arthur swatted Curt's ass. "You don't have to say that. I know you love me, and I miss him too. I just hope he eventually finds someone to love, someone who makes him as happy as you make me."

Kissing from Arthur's forehead down his nose to his lips, Curt whispered, "I hope so too, love."

*****

Justin smiled, letting the flashing lights and loud beat of Babylon's music fade away as Brian's kiss consumed him. What did he want for his eighteenth birthday? Real tough question. When Brian ended the kiss, still holding their bodies firmly together, Justin answered, "I want to top you."

Nonplussed, Brian said dryly, "I don't bottom."

Justin just grinned.

*****

The ride home passed in silence, for which Brian was grateful. He should have expected this from Justin, but he felt like he'd been blind-sided. Could he give this...gift...to Justin? It wasn't like he'd never been fucked. It had just been a very long time since it had been a good experience. Yet, he liked Justin -- his courage, his strength, his gentleness, his energy. Even so, he wasn't sure he could do it.

Justin watched Brian surreptitiously, seeing the inner struggle he'd expected. He didn't know what had happened to make Brian afraid to relinquish control, but he figured it all came down to power and trust.

Brian parked and turned off the Jeep, but remained behind the wheel.

Hearing Brian's sigh, Justin faced him and said, "You can do it with me because you trust me."

"I don't tr---" he sentence went unfinished. Brian tried to tell himself it was because Justin had hopped out of the Jeep and not because he couldn't say the words.

*****

By the time Brian entered the loft, Justin was standing there, naked and aroused. He turned, checking to make sure the door was locked, only to find himself pinned against it with Justin's body hard against his back. Brian felt Justin rotate his hips, pressing his cock against Brian's ass. Gasping, Brian tried not to panic.

Justin snaked his hands around to unbutton Brian's black shirt, tugging it down to expose the skin of Brian's back. Kissing his way up to Brian's neck, Justin murmured, "I want to fuck you."

Brian's cock hardened instantly, painfully. Turning to face Justin, he tried once more. "I don't get fucked."

Feeling Brian's erection through his pants, Justin was undeterred. "For my birthday..." he wheedled. He decided to take Brian's silence as tacit acceptance. Stepping back, Justin said, "Strip."

Grinning at the command, Brian complied, eager despite himself to see how Justin would handle this. Standing, arms outstretched, Brian exposed himself to Justin's avid gaze, challenging him to make the next move.

Justin's breath caught at the sight of Brian, beautiful as always, standing passively before him. Refusing to miss this opportunity, Justin reached out, wrapping his hand around Brian's cock, stroking lightly several times before firming his grip and tugging. "Follow me."

As he let himself be led by his cock, Brian felt a surge of pride run through him at Justin's boldness and initiative. He really did like this kid.

Amazed that Brian was going along with him, Justin brought them to the bed. "Don't move." Releasing Brian, Justin took a moment to find lube and a condom, and to pull back Brian's precious duvet. "Okay, get in bed -- on your back."

Brian sprawled in the center of the bed, eyes half closed, completely relaxed except for the insistent hardness between his legs. If Justin thought Brian was just going to submit to him, he had another lesson to learn.

Tingling with excitement, Justin crawled after Brian, stretching out on top and beginning to rub against him. The feel of their cocks bumping each other made Justin light-headed. All of a sudden, he felt Brian's legs close around him and he was unceremoniously flipped onto his back, Brian's weight heavy on top of him.

Capturing Justin's head between his hands, Brian used his tongue to plunder the warm, wet depths of Justin's mouth.

While he loved the feel of Brian on top of him, kissing him with such passion, Justin wasn't willing to give up. Twisting beneath him, Justin managed to roll them onto their sides.

Tangled together, they wrestled for dominance, panting and laughing when they almost rolled off the bed. Finally, Justin went limp beneath Brian, gasping, "I give."

Strangely disappointed that Justin would surrender, Brian relaxed his hold -- only to find himself flipped face first on the bed with Justin straddling his hips. "Hey -- that's cheating." He struggled to escape, but Justin was now firmly in control.

Drawing his fingernails lightly up and down Brian's back, Justin said smugly, "But you fell for it." Justin leaned down and licked up Brian's spine, nuzzling at his neck before sliding downward again.

Brian stilled as Justin repositioned himself and nipped at the back of Brian's thighs. When Justin moved upward, letting his lips linger at the top of Brian's ass, he wondered if Justin would have the guts to continue. He felt Justin's hands kneading his ass and squirmed, not wanting to beg.

"Hands and knees," Justin directed, lifting himself up to free Brian's legs. Justin returned to Brian's ass, licking down the crack several times before finally circling his tongue around Brian's anus, fascinated by the unique scent and taste of Brian.

Brian let the pleasure wash over him, forgetting about control and power and just about everything else as Justin's tongue entered him. He'd forgotten how delicious it felt to be touched like this.

Feeling Brian open beneath him, Justin grew bolder, pushing his tongue deeper and then pulling out, starting a rhythm. Sensing that Brian wouldn't fight him now, Justin removed his tongue, continuing to stroke Brian's ass with one hand while reaching for the condom and lube.

Brian tried to catch his breath during the brief break in stimulation. Hearing Justin tear the condom package open and fumble with the lube, he tried to stay relaxed.

Positioning himself, Justin gripped Brian's hips and pushed in, feeling resistance even though the lube let him slide easily. He pulled out a bit and thrust in deeper, stopping as he heard Brian grunt, unsure if he was moving too fast and hurting Brian.

The burn of Justin's cock entering his ass made Brian drop his head and clench his teeth. It took him a moment to realize that Justin had stopped. Pushing back onto Justin's cock, Brian gasped, "Don't stop."

"But --" Justin didn't want to stop, but he didn't want to inflict pain on Brian either.

"The hurt is part of it," Brian reminded, consciously relaxing around Justin's cock. "Just do it."

Justin pushed carefully, reassured when his cock slid more easily. The feel of Brian around him was incredible. Soon he was thrusting strongly, moving with Brian in a haze of pleasure.

Pushing himself up, Brian settled in Justin's lap, feeling Justin's breath on the back of his neck. "Touch me."

Continuing to thrust slowly into Brian, Justin moved one hand from Brian's waist, stunned to see how tightly he'd been gripping Brian, and wrapped his hand gently around Brian's cock. He used his thumb to spread pre-come from the tip down the shaft and then began to pump Brian's cock.

Brian was so focused on the feel of Justin's hand that he barely felt it as the nibbling and sucking at his neck turned into a sharp bite. Eventually, he realized that Justin was marking him, but by this point, Brian didn't have the desire to be angry.

Feeling himself rapidly losing control, Justin pushed Brian back onto his hands, pounding into him as deeply as possible. Justin sensed Brian was fighting to hold back, and focused on bringing him off, enjoying the power of controlling their release.

Brian felt the change in Justin's body and knew he had discovered the thrill of dominating, of being in control. Going with it, Brian tried to embrace submitting to Justin, letting himself give up control.

Justin went back to the mark he'd made on Brian's neck, kissing the reddened flesh. Squeezing Brian's cock, Justin murmured, "Let go...come for me, Brian." As he thrust against Brian's prostate, Justin bit Brian's neck, deepening the mark of his possession.

Ultimately, submission was easy. Brian gave himself up to Justin, letting pleasure rush through him, freeing him to fly.

As Brian climaxed, Justin thrilled to the feel of Brian's muscles tightening around his cock. The rush of knowing he'd caused Brian's orgasm pushed him over and he took his own pleasure, coming deep inside of Brian.

Floating in the aftermath, Brian was tugged back to earth as Justin removed his weight and pulled out. Rolling over onto his back, Brian watched Justin clean himself up and then turn to wipe Brian. Letting Justin do this for him suddenly felt very intimate, but he didn't protest.

Justin returned to the bed. While he'd had a fantastic time, he was unsure how Brian would react.

Seeing Justin's hesitance, Brian murmured, "Come here."

Justin was surprised when Brian invited him closer; Brian wasn't a snuggler. Still, he wasn't going to turn Brian down. Fitting himself against Brian's body, he rested his head on Brian's chest, smiling as Brian stroked his hair.

They lay together quietly, feeling the subtle shift in their relationship.

Brian was disconcerted; he'd trusted Justin, given him something he'd denied others for years. And the pleasant aches in his body told him it had been very good. But he also felt vulnerable, needing to establish that he was still in charge, that this one act hadn't changed the dynamics between them. He still believed you didn't fuck friends. But what happened when your fuck became a friend? Brian didn't think he had the answer yet. Maybe it was best not to look too hard.

"Happy Birthday, Justin."

Justin was realistic; Brian had given him an incredible gift, but that didn't mean they were any more a couple than they'd been the day before. He could accept it, as always, taking only what Brian was willing to give. It might not be all that he wanted, but it was more than enough for now.

"Thanks."