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Passion Backstage
Title : Passion Backstage
Author : Dentelle veroattaque@hotmail.com
Rating :FandFandom and pairing : Velvet Goldmine, Brian Slade/Curt Wild
Summary : This is what happens exactly after Desire On Stage. The title talks by itself : )
Author's note : In this story, Brian and Curt don't use a condom. It's just a fiction : nothing could happen to them unless the author decides it. But, in real life, it's not as safe, so please USE A CONDOM to protect your life!
Disclaimer : These characters belong to Miramax and Todd Haynes. I'm just borrowing them to please you! I earn no money for this, even tough I'd need to ; )
Passion Backstage
The last note was echoing in the auditorium and hundreds of fans were screaming, applauding. They were screaming because of the electricity the music created in the air, because of the sensual and fuck-all attitude of their king, Maxwell Demon. It was an entire generation screaming for revolution, for freedom. Screaming on the top of their lungs to escape the real world. Maxwell Demon had taken them on a trip through the his glittering space, and they didn't want to go back in the black streets outside.
Brian Slade knew it, but there was nothing he could do to help all those teens, except to go on touring and spread the music, the attitude everywhere he could go.
For him, there was no black streets. There was clothes, money, friends, admirers. There was heroïn and cocaïn. There was sex and fun, all the time. He was always on a trip somewhere in the space, never going back to Earth. He didn't have to, because he chose not to.
And there was Curt.
The lights turned off, the show was over. Brian was still high, and he closed his eyes a moment before he turned to Curt. The American rocker, cigarette in the mouth, was putting his guitar back in its case. With his smoky eyes, he started staring at Brian. He stared, and he stared, and he continued to stared. His look was full of promises and of desire.
Curt lifted his cigarette to his mouth and before he knew it, Brian was kissing him. Their mouths were perfectly united in a furious kiss. They had been desiring each other so badly during the show, and now, it was the time.
They stopped kissing for a minute, just the time to go to Brian's lodge. They locked the door, so that Mandy would understand they didn't want her company.
Eyes half-closed, Brian spoke words of desire to Curt : "Oh baby... I want you so much, want you soooo bad..." Their kiss was getting dirtier, tongues swirling around tongue, lips caressing lips, teeth biting lips... hands exploring sweaty skin, fingers teasing small sensitive points of their hectic bodies.
It didn't took lfor for them to get naked. Curt's body was stronger compared to Brian's lean body. They were both beautiful, rich, sexy and they knew it. But, more than anything else, they were totally sexually compatible, and they even loved each other in a a special way.
Curt looked directly into his lover's eyes with that sultry look of his. "Suck me, Maxwell Demon." he commanded.
Brian's cock stiffen even more when he heard those words and he kept his eyes open to sustain the defying look of the rebel rocker. He slowly opened his mouth, and, ever so slowly, let his pink tongue point out. Then, he knelt down and unfastened Curt's pants.
The throbbing erection which Curt was exhibiting was so hard, so perfectly virile, and –oh!- so close to his mouth... Brian looked at it amorously for a while before he took it in his hand and began to lick it on its lengh. Curt let out a moan under the precise ministrations and he closed his eyes.
"That's it baby, you got it right... hmmm.... go on with that..."
Brian licked the head slowly before he swiftly swallowed the hot shaft. Now listen : he was good at it. His perfect lips were made to suck with the exact pressure that was required, his tongue continued its humid teasing and Brian had the perfect sense of rythm. He knew instinctively the pace he had to maintain and when to increase it...
"Ahhh... so good... oh baby, you gotta stop..." Curt was pleading. Brian understood why he wanted him to stop : the rocker wanted to come inside him. Hmmm...
Brian stopped and went on all-four. He turned his head back to look at Curt. "Take me, Wild...", he said with a wanton voice. Curt looked back at him and licked his fingers, one by one. "No need to ask, baby."
Curt entered his fingers in the ass of Brian. Sooo hot. Brian moaned and moved his ass so that Curt would understand he wanted him deeper. He wanted him deeper, bigger faster... forever.
Curt removed his fingers and took his own shaft in his hand. He closed his eyes and, for a brief instant, thought he was alone. He felt the drug flowing through him, reaching his brain, teasing his senses. He stroke his shaft with delight, not knowing where he was anymore.
Brian, who was waiting, looked back and understood what was happening. "Curt baby, come back here..." He moved back his ass to touch Curt's cock with it. "Curt..."
The American got out of his reverie at the moment Brian's ass touched him. He looked at his lover : he was beautiful with his lustfull look and submissive position. He pressed his penis on the entrance of Brian and rubbed it on to tease him.
"Ah... no teasing baby.... need you right now..." cried Brian. Curt empalled Brian with one good stroke. They moaned at the very same time. Curt was very hot : fire on fire. This moist sensation around his cock... a hot, velvety sensation... Curt began groaning at every stroke. He was in control of his lover's body and mind, but not of his own...
Gripping Brian's thight, he increased the pace.
Faster. Violent. Brutal. Animal. "Take that, baby. Take that, and that, n' thatAhhhhhh.."
Curt's volcano blew up, spilling its lava uncontrollably. Brian came at the same moment and had the precise feeling he was flying to Venus, emeralds in his eyes and diamonds in his hands. Heroïn...
Curt got out of his lover, looked in his eyes and, with the voice of an illuminated man he said : "Happiness is a warm gun*..."
THE END
*This sentence is not my creation. It's the title of a song composed by John Lennon. If you want to know what it means, email me! Dentelle veroattaque@hotmail.com
Author : Dentelle veroattaque@hotmail.com
Rating :FandFandom and pairing : Velvet Goldmine, Brian Slade/Curt Wild
Summary : This is what happens exactly after Desire On Stage. The title talks by itself : )
Author's note : In this story, Brian and Curt don't use a condom. It's just a fiction : nothing could happen to them unless the author decides it. But, in real life, it's not as safe, so please USE A CONDOM to protect your life!
Disclaimer : These characters belong to Miramax and Todd Haynes. I'm just borrowing them to please you! I earn no money for this, even tough I'd need to ; )
Passion Backstage
The last note was echoing in the auditorium and hundreds of fans were screaming, applauding. They were screaming because of the electricity the music created in the air, because of the sensual and fuck-all attitude of their king, Maxwell Demon. It was an entire generation screaming for revolution, for freedom. Screaming on the top of their lungs to escape the real world. Maxwell Demon had taken them on a trip through the his glittering space, and they didn't want to go back in the black streets outside.
Brian Slade knew it, but there was nothing he could do to help all those teens, except to go on touring and spread the music, the attitude everywhere he could go.
For him, there was no black streets. There was clothes, money, friends, admirers. There was heroïn and cocaïn. There was sex and fun, all the time. He was always on a trip somewhere in the space, never going back to Earth. He didn't have to, because he chose not to.
And there was Curt.
The lights turned off, the show was over. Brian was still high, and he closed his eyes a moment before he turned to Curt. The American rocker, cigarette in the mouth, was putting his guitar back in its case. With his smoky eyes, he started staring at Brian. He stared, and he stared, and he continued to stared. His look was full of promises and of desire.
Curt lifted his cigarette to his mouth and before he knew it, Brian was kissing him. Their mouths were perfectly united in a furious kiss. They had been desiring each other so badly during the show, and now, it was the time.
They stopped kissing for a minute, just the time to go to Brian's lodge. They locked the door, so that Mandy would understand they didn't want her company.
Eyes half-closed, Brian spoke words of desire to Curt : "Oh baby... I want you so much, want you soooo bad..." Their kiss was getting dirtier, tongues swirling around tongue, lips caressing lips, teeth biting lips... hands exploring sweaty skin, fingers teasing small sensitive points of their hectic bodies.
It didn't took lfor for them to get naked. Curt's body was stronger compared to Brian's lean body. They were both beautiful, rich, sexy and they knew it. But, more than anything else, they were totally sexually compatible, and they even loved each other in a a special way.
Curt looked directly into his lover's eyes with that sultry look of his. "Suck me, Maxwell Demon." he commanded.
Brian's cock stiffen even more when he heard those words and he kept his eyes open to sustain the defying look of the rebel rocker. He slowly opened his mouth, and, ever so slowly, let his pink tongue point out. Then, he knelt down and unfastened Curt's pants.
The throbbing erection which Curt was exhibiting was so hard, so perfectly virile, and –oh!- so close to his mouth... Brian looked at it amorously for a while before he took it in his hand and began to lick it on its lengh. Curt let out a moan under the precise ministrations and he closed his eyes.
"That's it baby, you got it right... hmmm.... go on with that..."
Brian licked the head slowly before he swiftly swallowed the hot shaft. Now listen : he was good at it. His perfect lips were made to suck with the exact pressure that was required, his tongue continued its humid teasing and Brian had the perfect sense of rythm. He knew instinctively the pace he had to maintain and when to increase it...
"Ahhh... so good... oh baby, you gotta stop..." Curt was pleading. Brian understood why he wanted him to stop : the rocker wanted to come inside him. Hmmm...
Brian stopped and went on all-four. He turned his head back to look at Curt. "Take me, Wild...", he said with a wanton voice. Curt looked back at him and licked his fingers, one by one. "No need to ask, baby."
Curt entered his fingers in the ass of Brian. Sooo hot. Brian moaned and moved his ass so that Curt would understand he wanted him deeper. He wanted him deeper, bigger faster... forever.
Curt removed his fingers and took his own shaft in his hand. He closed his eyes and, for a brief instant, thought he was alone. He felt the drug flowing through him, reaching his brain, teasing his senses. He stroke his shaft with delight, not knowing where he was anymore.
Brian, who was waiting, looked back and understood what was happening. "Curt baby, come back here..." He moved back his ass to touch Curt's cock with it. "Curt..."
The American got out of his reverie at the moment Brian's ass touched him. He looked at his lover : he was beautiful with his lustfull look and submissive position. He pressed his penis on the entrance of Brian and rubbed it on to tease him.
"Ah... no teasing baby.... need you right now..." cried Brian. Curt empalled Brian with one good stroke. They moaned at the very same time. Curt was very hot : fire on fire. This moist sensation around his cock... a hot, velvety sensation... Curt began groaning at every stroke. He was in control of his lover's body and mind, but not of his own...
Gripping Brian's thight, he increased the pace.
Faster. Violent. Brutal. Animal. "Take that, baby. Take that, and that, n' thatAhhhhhh.."
Curt's volcano blew up, spilling its lava uncontrollably. Brian came at the same moment and had the precise feeling he was flying to Venus, emeralds in his eyes and diamonds in his hands. Heroïn...
Curt got out of his lover, looked in his eyes and, with the voice of an illuminated man he said : "Happiness is a warm gun*..."
THE END
*This sentence is not my creation. It's the title of a song composed by John Lennon. If you want to know what it means, email me! Dentelle veroattaque@hotmail.com