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Desire on Stage
Title : Desire on Stage
Author : Dentelle
Rating : NC-17
Fandom and pairing : Velvet Goldmine, Brian Slade/Curt Wild
Summary : This is a description of what I feel is going on during the "Baby's on Fire" sequence.
Warning : Read Passion Backstage to know what happens immediatly after this story.
Disclaimer : I didn't create Brian and Curt. I should have, but I didn't. And the lyrics of the song "Baby's on Fire" weren't written by myself, but by Brian Eno. Gnagnagnagnagnagna now you can't sue me!
DESIRE ON STAGE
The beautiful Brian Slade was on stage. He couldn't see a thing because of the spotlights, but all his four other senses were at their maximal sensibility. He could hear the sound of music, dense, insistant, making his soul participate to the physical action of perfoming onstage. He could smell the salty sweat beading to every pore of his hot body. He could still taste in his mouth the passionated kiss that Curt had fiven to him just five minutes ago. And, more than anything, he could feel the heroïn burning his veins and pushing him further on the way to sexual excitement.
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a haughter to the slaughter
Oh yes, baby was on fire, and this burning being was himself. He was burning, all his body was meg ang and surrending to this interior fire but Brian Slade felt like he had perfect control. He had commanded to every part of his being to fly through the glittering spacetime in quest for the purest extasy.
Curt was at four meters of distance, but in this state, Brian didn't believed in any mesure of distance at all. In his mind, his Wild companion was kissing him and stroking his shaft.
Then it was Curt's guitar solo. He too was overwhelmed by the power of his senses, but he could control his fingers with astonishing precision. He saw Brian coming in his direction. His lover's look was so animal, so lustful, Curt could nearly touch Brian's desire as a tangible object. He knew Brian wanted to swallow him so bad, and only his guitar was making an obstacle between his throbbing cock and the humid, demanding tongue.
Curt closed his eyes and saw many shinning stars. The music he was producing was surprising him by its unleashed intensity, which he never achieved during the rehearsals. His cock was like a torch, like the central point of heat and light of his body. He moved forward to Brian, he wanted to be so close to him, so close to his divine mouth, so close to that possessive tongue... He was flying through the milky way.
Brian opened his mouth, and he stared at the magic guitar, trying to overcome the illusions of this world and see behind the instrument. He wanted to see the rock-hard shaft of the rebel musician. He wanted to look at it and swallow it, taste is, suck on it. He wanted Curt Wild to thrust in his mouth and come with a violent shout. He wanted Curt Wild right now.
But for the audience, suggested sex was part of the show, and the music had to go on. This electrifying music had to fulfill its duty : connecting the souls and bodies of an entire generation.
(To be continued... read Passion Backstage)
Author : Dentelle
Rating : NC-17
Fandom and pairing : Velvet Goldmine, Brian Slade/Curt Wild
Summary : This is a description of what I feel is going on during the "Baby's on Fire" sequence.
Warning : Read Passion Backstage to know what happens immediatly after this story.
Disclaimer : I didn't create Brian and Curt. I should have, but I didn't. And the lyrics of the song "Baby's on Fire" weren't written by myself, but by Brian Eno. Gnagnagnagnagnagna now you can't sue me!
DESIRE ON STAGE
The beautiful Brian Slade was on stage. He couldn't see a thing because of the spotlights, but all his four other senses were at their maximal sensibility. He could hear the sound of music, dense, insistant, making his soul participate to the physical action of perfoming onstage. He could smell the salty sweat beading to every pore of his hot body. He could still taste in his mouth the passionated kiss that Curt had fiven to him just five minutes ago. And, more than anything, he could feel the heroïn burning his veins and pushing him further on the way to sexual excitement.
Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a haughter to the slaughter
Oh yes, baby was on fire, and this burning being was himself. He was burning, all his body was meg ang and surrending to this interior fire but Brian Slade felt like he had perfect control. He had commanded to every part of his being to fly through the glittering spacetime in quest for the purest extasy.
Curt was at four meters of distance, but in this state, Brian didn't believed in any mesure of distance at all. In his mind, his Wild companion was kissing him and stroking his shaft.
Then it was Curt's guitar solo. He too was overwhelmed by the power of his senses, but he could control his fingers with astonishing precision. He saw Brian coming in his direction. His lover's look was so animal, so lustful, Curt could nearly touch Brian's desire as a tangible object. He knew Brian wanted to swallow him so bad, and only his guitar was making an obstacle between his throbbing cock and the humid, demanding tongue.
Curt closed his eyes and saw many shinning stars. The music he was producing was surprising him by its unleashed intensity, which he never achieved during the rehearsals. His cock was like a torch, like the central point of heat and light of his body. He moved forward to Brian, he wanted to be so close to him, so close to his divine mouth, so close to that possessive tongue... He was flying through the milky way.
Brian opened his mouth, and he stared at the magic guitar, trying to overcome the illusions of this world and see behind the instrument. He wanted to see the rock-hard shaft of the rebel musician. He wanted to look at it and swallow it, taste is, suck on it. He wanted Curt Wild to thrust in his mouth and come with a violent shout. He wanted Curt Wild right now.
But for the audience, suggested sex was part of the show, and the music had to go on. This electrifying music had to fulfill its duty : connecting the souls and bodies of an entire generation.
(To be continued... read Passion Backstage)