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| Curious by: Cynthia “How many times are you going fuck up that solo, Kirk?!” screamed James at the top of his lungs as he hurried out door to retire for the night. “He’s drunk again,” thought Kirk. “Hell, we all are.” His thoughts spun through his head in a muddy haze of alcohol and adrenaline. He opened his mouth to spew some obscenity, but at the last moment retracted the comment. “Thanks James,” he said, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “Dick,” Kirk thought to himself as he sipped his beer in contentment. Just when it all seemed that night was finally fading away, in came Lars through the side door with a beer in each hand, talking a mile a minute about something nobody really cared about. “Lars!” interrupted Jason, “Why don’t you try taking a breath once in a while.” “Fuck off, dick,” he shouted back, tossing a beer to Jason. “Oh, and by the way, Kirk,” he added, “James said you need to work on that solo.” “Really.” said Kirk sarcastically, taking another swig from the bottle in his hand. He leaned his head up against the wall, letting his long hair drape over his bare shoulders, closing his eyes for a moment, wishing desperately he was at home in his own bed instead of backstage in some filthy locker room. ------ Kirk walked into his room and closed the door behind him. “Alone again.” he whispered to himself leaning up against the door. “Why do I always feel so shitty?” he thought to himself. “Why can’t I just drink it all away like James and Jason do?” Kirk took a deep breath and began to undress, pulling his white undershirt over his head and throwing it on the floor next to the night stand. He began tugging at the top button of his fitted jeans when suddenly, he heard a soft knock. “What the hell? If it’s James coming to fucking yell at me again...” he thought as he opened the top lock and turned the knob. “Hey.” “Hey,” he said, relieved to see Lars in the hallway instead of James. Lars was in bare feet, as usual. His hair was long and damp and starting to curl at the ends. His shoulders were hunched forward, exposing his back a bit out from under the little white shirt he was wearing. Only Lars would walk the halls of a hotel wearing a wife beater and track shorts and nothing else. “I’d at least put a robe on. And maybe some shoes,” thought Kirk to himself “Whatcha need Lars?” “Nothing. Just wanted to say sorry for earlier. I didn’t know James was laying into you so hard.” Kirk shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, what’s new. James is never happy with anything.” “That’s not true,” said Lars, inviting himself into Kirk’s room. “Hey dick, don’t you have your own room?” “Yeah, but I like yours better. And besides, there are too many girls in my room. I can’t sleep with all the moaning and the giggling,” he said chuckling. “Yeah, yeah, they probably got lost on their way to James’ room.” Lars shook his head smiling. “Don’t be such a dick, dick!” he said as he flopped down on Kirk’s bed. Kirk cringed as Lars spread himself across his sheets. “Lars...” “Relax, Hammster! I showered!” “For once.” “You American boys and your ten showers a day!” “You Danish boys and your smell!” he said, grabbing Lars’ bare foot and pulling him off the bed. “Lightweight,” he added smirking. “Dick head!” yelled Lars from the floor. “Oh relax, Larsy. The floor is clean. I’m sure it gets vacuumed annually!” Both Kirk and Lars began to laugh. Suddenly Lars grew quite as he focused his attention on something on the other side of the room. “Is that the new tour program?” “Yeah,” he said, grabbing the colorful booklet from off the night stand. “Gimme!” said Lars impatiently, grabbing the book out of Kirk’s hands and flipping through the glossy pages. Suddenly he stopped and nodded his head in mischievous approval. “Heh heh,” he said, sticking out his tongue and raising his eyebrows. “What are you chuckling at?” said Kirk, grabbing the book from Lars and flopping down next to him on the floor. His eyes scanned the page until it became obvious to him just what Lars had been laughing about. About half way through the book in the upper corner on the right hand side was a small picture of himself and Lars, hugging each other playfully and touching the tips of their tongues. Kirk shook his head and rolled his eyes. He’d never given the picture much thought. He and Lars were friends. Hell, they were brothers. Closer than any brother he’d ever had. He never felt a bit uncomfortable hugging up, or even kissing up on Lars before. “So? What’s the big deal?” “Nothing, I just think it’s funny, that’s all.” Kirk shrugged his shoulders. “Why?” “I don’t know. It just is. Think about it, two guys with every girl in the world at their fingertips, and instead of Frenching the girls, they’re Frenching each other.” Lars began to chuckle again, but his cheery smile suddenly grew long. “What’s wrong?” Lars shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just...” Kirk stared down at him, and Lars’ lips began to quiver. “What?” “Nah, nothing. Just thinking, that’s all.” “‘Bout what?” Lars took a long deep breath and stared into Kirk’s eyes. Kirk had always looked so young, so smooth, so feminine. “Have you ever been... you know? Curious?” “Curious?” Lars began choking on his own words. “Yeah, you know. Curious. About being with a guy?” The words nearly shot out of his mouth. Kirk’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What?” Lars looked away embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” “No, no. It’s okay.” Kirk put his arm around Lars and pulled him close. “Everybody has those kind of feelings once in a while. It isn’t anything to be ashamed of. It doesn’t mean you’re... you know... that way.” “I know that. I guess I’m just embarrassed. You know. I feel kind of stupid telling you this.” “You don’t have to feel stupid. I’m not James. I’m not going to go get drunk and blurt it out to a stadium full of people. And besides, even if I did, no one would hear me, because I don’t have a mic.” Lars smiled and shook his head. “Thanks.” “Listen Lars, everybody feels things differently. And everybody has thoughts once in a while. It’s the people who act straight as arrows who are the crookedest ones of all. “You mean like James?” Kirk snickered and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, especially like James.” Lars smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. Suddenly, he leaned his head up against Kirk’s shoulder, letting his long, sandy hair drape over Kirk’s chest. He liked the way his bare skin felt against his cheek. “Thanks for talking with me,” he said softly. Kirk began to stroke Lars’ arm with incredible gentleness. Lars let out a soft sigh as a warm feeling he didn’t quite understand flowed over his entire body. “You’re purring,” said Kirk “I am?” Kirk nodded his head slowly, pressing his lips against Lars’ temple softly. “You are.” He pushed a lock of Lars’ hair behind his ear and bit at the side of his neck, stroking the side of his cheek gently. Lars leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kirk’s. He liked it. It made him feel warm all over his body. Suddenly, a hand, warm and gentle, caressed the inside of Lars’ thigh. He closed his eyes as Kirk’s skilled touch brought chills up his spine. Kirk pulled away from Lars, almost teasingly, leaving him thirsty and gasping for more. “Please,” he begged. Kirk put a finger to Lars’ lips. “Shhhhh...” Lars watched as Kirk’s eyes moved from his neck, down his torso and to his track shorts. He leaned in and kissed his chest through his shirt. His head moved down further, pulling up his shirt and kissing around his navel. Lars began to pant. Kirk looked up and smiled deviously. “It’s not as hard a you thought it would be, huh?” “It’s plenty hard, don’t worry,” Lars replied, making Kirk grin widely. “I can see that,” he said. “You like this, don’t you?” Lars nodded, “Yeah.” “What comes next, Lars? The ball’s in your court,” he said, already knowing the answer. Lars looked at Kirk with sharp, keen eyes. He had never wanted like Kirk made him want. He had never lusted the way Kirk made him lust, and he was anxious to feel Kirk’s soft lips on his body once again. “Suck me off.” Kirk grinned and licked his lips lustfully. At Lars’ command, he moved his hand from the inside of Lars’ thigh to his groin and began to massage him with gentle, rhythmic strokes. Lars let his head fall back against the edge of the bed as Kirk worked him up to the place he wanted him to be. “Stand up,” demanded Kirk. Lars obeyed, and Kirk pulled him close. Kirk began biting and sucking at the sides of his neck, leaving small little marks where his mouth had been. “Careful,” he said, panting under Kirk’s soft lips. “Why?” Kirk smiled and bit Lars a little harder, making him wince with pain and pleasure. His scent was intoxicating, and he leaned in and kissed him, flicking his tongue against the back of his mouth. Lars reached his hand down and undid the top button of Kirk’s pants. He pressed his hand against Kirk’s bulge and moaned softly as he felt his clothing being ripped from his body. Suddenly, Kirk took his right hand and licked it lustfully as Lars watched. Slowly and skillfully, he took hold of Lars’ body with his glistening wet hand. “You’re so hard,” he said as he began to stroke him. Lars said nothing, only let his eyes close tight and his head fall back as Kirk began to stroke him faster, and Lars began to thrust his hips gently with the rhythm of Kirk’s hand. Kirk kissed his exposed skin with his wet, sultry lips, down his chest, further and further, until he was on his knees before Lars. Lars glanced down at Kirk and gasped as he took him into his mouth, deeper and deeper until he could go no more. “I need to sit down,” Lars said, his knees starting to buckle under his own weight. “You’ll stand,” demanded Kirk as he began to suck harder and faster. Lars put his hand on the top of Kirk’s head. His hair was thick and soft, and he twirled it around his fingers as Kirk worked him closer. As the moment drew near, Kirk felt Lars’ body grow tense and rigid. His breathing grew heavy and lustfully, as the rhythmic pumping began to carry him over the edge. At that moment, Kirk pulled away teasingly. Confused, Lars looked down, only to see Kirk staring up at him, smiling menacingly from the floor. “Dick! What’d you do that for?” Kirk raised his eyebrows and stood up quickly. Grabbing Lars’ shoulders, he forcefully pushed his friend down on the bed. Lars let out a deep sigh as he felt the weight of Kirk’s body press down on him. Kirk crawled up Lars’ body and found his lips, soft and wet. He kissed them deeply as he began to stroke Lars. “I want to feel your mouth on me,” he said, his voice trembling. Kirk nodded his head, and with one quick movement, slid his mouth over Lars’ body. Again, the tension returned, and Kirk felt Lars grow stiff and rigid underneath him. Lars grabbed Kirk’s shoulders, digging his fingernails into his soft flesh. His head fell back as the entire experience came to a head. “Fuck!” he cried out as years of sexual tension and curiosity were released in a matter of moments. Kirk flicked his tongue against Lars rapidly as he came, making his body jerk and tense as the waves of passion and pleasure rippled through his body. “Okay,” Lars whispered, catching his breath. Kirk released Lars, and crawled up next to him on the bed. “How was it?” “Can’t talk, trying to breath,” Lars said. Kirk chuckled and kissed his friend on the cheek. “If you stay here tonight, people will wonder.” “Let them wonder,” he said, fighting a hopeless battle to keep his weary eyes open. “Are you falling asleep on me?” “Yeah.” Kirk threw his arm around Lars and pulled him close, taking in his scent. “Okay,” he whispered softly, kissing the side of his neck. End |
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