Title: The God and the angel
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Arthur
Rating: M for some sexual content
Summary: The night on the roof
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. The characters and the story are from Velvet Goldmine. (For the moment I will only follow the story of Curt and Arthur from the Death of Glitter concert.)
On the roof
Arthur's eyes were still fixed on the door.
He couldn't believe it. Curt Wild had walked by him to give him a wink. And had returned him his long and heated gaze with those beautiful and sad bluish-green eyes of him.
He must have dreamed.
He was more awesome than what Arthur has seen of him on pictures. It couldn't be compared. A simple shot was unable to show his majestic gracefulness. The subjugating assertiveness of his feline pace. It couldn't seize all that intensity radiating from him. Neither than it could capture all the sadness and sorrow of his gaze.
But that wasn't the only thing Arthur had seen in those outstanding iris. There had been something else gleaming in there, like a blazing fire.
An cracking sparkle of desire.
Could it be that? Was it possible? Maybe it was just in his head. It wouldn't be a first and after all he had drunk with the Creatures before the concert, it wouldn't be surprising.
But what if it wasn't? What if he was right about it? About the fact that the most beautiful and desirable man Arthur had ever saw had noticed him and returned him his stare with desire. That this man had winked at him, inciting him to go after him. Arthur didn't know what to do.
Well, he knew what he wanted. In a sense, from the depths of his heart, he always had. Who wouldn't want to reach the stars, even though for only a brief moment?
All that was missing from him was the guts to go along with his wish – follow the path Curt had taken to join him.
He had to make a choice. Stay that frightened kid and be the shadow of himself for the rest of his life or become the man he dreamed to be.
He had to take a decision. Now. Before his only chance of happiness slipped away forever.
Lost in the alternatives of his dilemma, he had been oblivious that he had already made his way through the crowd and pushed the door at the far end of the hall. And now he was facing the stairs. A dazzling smile crept on his lips as he started to climb up the steps.
His choice was made.
As he reached the top of the stairs, Arthur realised he was on the roof. He shivered at the bite of the chill through his shirt. It was a shock after the suffocating heat inside.
It was lighter outside because of all the stars shining in the sky.
The door closed aloud behind him, as he looked around for Curt. Only five minutes had passed since Curt walked out, but to Arthur it seemed like an hour ago. As if the time had lengthened since the moment he'd seen the man leaning against the bar.
And then he found him.
Curt was sprawled on the edge of the roof, a lighted fag between his fingers. He took a long drag from it, keeping the smoke in his mouth for a moment, before breathing out. His eyes were on Arthur.
This one realised he had stopped at Curt's sight.
"Come closer." Curt said gently. He was obviously waiting for him.
Arthur moved towards, looking around, a smile burgeoning on his lips in spite of himself. Curt's voice was different now he wasn't onstage anymore. But it was still bewitching.
"Don't be frightened. What's your name?" Curt asked. He was glad the kid came. He was already anticipating what might happen next. "Favorite color?"
Arthur drew back at Curt. Even now, away from the lights of the stage, he looked like a God. The living God of glam rock and night.
"Song? Movie?"
He was peering at him, gauging his reactions.
"Don't be nervous. Are you high?" Still with his low, velvety voice.
" I'm on a button." Arthur replied awkwardly.
Curt bit his lip. His foot was gently tapping the ground. He grew impatient to touch him. He wanted to take him in his arms right now. But he needed to calm before. Was the kid making him nervous? A smile sprang on his lips, soon vanished. He took another long drag of smoke. The boy was staring at him as he slowly walked by, and the heated look on his face melted through Curt's unblinking face, making him shudder lightly. Suddenly a wave of fire passed through his entire body, tightening it for a moment. When it passed, leaving a soft gasp on his lips, he loosened his teeth, his senses still on fire. He threw the fag off the building.
Arthur completed the steps missing to reach Curt.
"So? Your name?" His voice was a bit hoarse from what happened previously.
"A-Arthur."
Curt smiled. "Beautiful name. It suits you well."
"Thanks." He blew shyly.
"Wanna beer?" Curt asked, tending one towards him.
"No, thanks." He was too thrilled to be able to drink without choking.
Curt shrugged off and opened the bottle. The beer splashed, spattering both of them. Curt began to laugh unfetterdly. Arthur tried to refrain but swept up by Curt's obvious abandon, he sat back and a chuckle broke through his lips soon transformed into a true laughter. Gradually it stopped, letting a smile on their faces. It was great. Just to be there with Curt. And to laugh. It was great.
"Hey."
Arthur followed Curt's gaze into the sky and caught sight of a falling star. It was all-beautiful and unconsciously, he began to stare.
"Make a wish."
Curt's eyes drew back to Arthur, admiring his features. He couldn't help but smile. For Curt, Arthur's dazzler toward the stars was inescapable. You couldn't help but feel the magic coming from them.
Their eyes encountered and hooked on. He took another gulp of beer, still meeting Arthur's gaze.
Arthur was mesmerized. He couldn't stop looking at his attractive companion. He was more than awesome; he was fascinating. The silver-leopard jacket was opened on his chest, showing his muscular frame and he wore a pair of tight silver pants that hugged his legs, his ass and his cock...like a second skin. At this moment, he felt something move inside him, heat scattering low in his stomach, and embarrassed, he escaped Curt's eye to return at his contemplation of the starry night. It was beautiful.
Curt lifted a hand and raised it slowly in his direction.
His skin was pale, almost glowing. It looked just like marble, and when his hand caressed his cheek, Arthur almost expected it to be cold. But Curt's palm was warm against his skin, and when he brushed a finger on his lips, his contact left a burning trail behind it.
Curt grabbed his chin and turned his head, for their eyes to make contact. His gaze was penetrating and seemed to be filled with need. Slowly, he moved his hand from his chin to his neck, in a light caress, and placed his free hand on Arthur's waist. Throughout the gesture, he had moved closer and their heads were now parted by not more than a few centimeters. Arthur's tongue instinctively ran on his lips, only heightening the tension, and Curt pulled his head down to capture his mouth.
Tearing Arthur's lips apart for his tongue to slip inside, he plundered his mouth, testing its softness, savouring each morsel of his mouth, as sweet as honey.
When the kiss ended, Curt came to Arthur's back, alighting a raft of soft kisses on his neck while his hands slid lightly to wrap around the slender waist, wandering under the shirt.
Shuddering, Arthur grabbed its edging, attempting to pull his shirt up, but the sleeves stayed caught around his head and Curt had to help him, pulling it off for his hand to run on his chest and his eyes to make the best of the sight.
Arthur slowly turned around in Curt's arms that snaked around his neck, pulling him closer for another hungry kiss. His fingers were drawing circles on his sensitive skin and his tongue, curling around his, was rubbing exquisitely.
This was nice but Curt needed more.
Hurriedly he pushed Arthur against the closest fence, and with a slick shoulder move, scrapped his jacket, for it to fell on the ground in a bunch. Leading Arthur into another deep kiss, he flattened him and sticked a knee between his thighs, archly grounding every inch of his body against Arthur's. The kiss became more hasty, eagerness taking control of their body. A groan escaped Arthur's mouth as Curt rode a hand on the growing bulge of his pants, increasing his aching hardness, and when Curt ran a hand under his trousers, Arthur firmly gripped the bleached blond hair in his hands.
His excitation increased by the passionate response, Curt took his mouth ravenously, unsnapping the younger man's pants. The pale body in his hands was as hot as fire. Despite its obvious inexperience, he could heighten his desire like nobody. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he approached his mouth from Arthur's ear and whispered huskily: "Turn around."
Quivering at the feel of the hot breath on his skin, Arthur fulfilled the request, unsure he'd be able to stand Curt's ministrations much longer. He wished Curt to go faster. But when the older man slipped his tongue in his ear, his legs melted and he fell on his knees, fixing his hand on the fence to support himself. Curt kneeled behind him, making a quick job of his own trousers and take Arthur in his arms.
Pressing himself closer in a tender hug, he leaned his head on Arthur's shoulder to nuzzle his cheek tenderly. He had closed his eyes, shortly mislaid in blissful ease, and when they opened, he caught a glimpse of something acutely sparkling in the sky and looked further.
"Hey."
Lying contentedly against Curt's chest, Arthur raised his eyes upwards and saw all the glitters falling quietly in the sky, like a sparkling rain.
He hadn't felt Curt's hands grab his waist and when Curt thrust himself within Arthur, both groaned at the initial heated contact, enjoying the feeling of completion. Arthur soon forgot the light pain at Curt's entry, allayed by the tenderness of his touch.
"Make a wish..."
When they began to move, their hips rocking together, words started to flow form Curt's mouth, whispered in his deep and muffled tone, increasingly hoarse and panting as their rhythm grew faster.
"...and see yourself, tangled garlands in your hair. Of coarse you were pleasantly surprised."
Arthur wouldn't remember them on the moment, as he dashed with Curt towards ecstasy, but on another place and time they would spewed out of his mouth as if they'd been curved in it.
They were now surging together to reach deliverance. Curt had slipped a hand on his firm arousal and strolled it on its length, bringing Arthur to ease up instantly.Whit a final thrust, they reach climax together, pools of pleasures submerging them, sending them higher.
Seeking for breath as their heartbeats leisurely slowed, they dragged themselves on an old mattress, apparently left behind long ago, and collapsed.
Curt's weigh was heavy on him, almost smothering him, but when Curt rolled aside, Arthur rued that heavy pressure, suddenly feeling cold and empty. He was surprised when a wan arm wrapped around him and dragged him closer to rest against his chest. Arthur could feel the heat coming from Curt's body and his belly slowly rising up and down as he breathed.
That mere feeling filled him with a strange hit of happiness and he sat back against Curt, leaning his head on the older man's shoulder. He was almost asleep, rocked by the regular movement of their breathing.
"I will mangle your mind."
It hadn't been said louder than a whisper, but Arthur heard it. Just before he lapsed into sleep.