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Chapter two: Take two people romancing...
The next couple of weeks were pretty rough on both of them. Curt tried not to think about him but he wasn´ t having
much success at it. He tried to convince himself it was over and he should move on, but deep down he knew that if
he really thought that way, he wouldn´ still be in England. He realized he was just waiting. The question was what
for.
He was sitting alone at some club when Jack Fairy came in, dressed in black,as usual. He sat next to him and,
without giving him time to react, he kissed him fully on the lips.
-What was that for?
-Message from Brian. - Jack replied.
-What´s the message?
-That was the message, Curt.
And he left, leaving a very puzzled Curt Wild behind.
Days later, Curt was sitting in his flat, car keys in his hand. He had bought a sports car, a red convertable. He had
more money than he could think what to do with it. It seemed a good idea when he bought it. Now, without Brian, it
didn´t look exciting at all. He was scared. Was it over? Did Brian really mean what he had said? Why did everything
have to be so tough on him, he thought. He had never tried to hurt anybody, why did it seem that everybody else
enjoyed hurting him?
He got up. Suddenlly, all he could see himself doing was driving the bloody car at 260 km/hr and crash into a brick
wall. Made perfect sense. Obsessed with the thought, he headed towards the door when the bell rang. He opened the
door.
-Brian?
-I didn´t mean it, Curt.
-Of course you didn´t.
-I was high. I was totally wasted. I´m sorry.
-I´m sorry too, Brian.
-I know what you said was true. I know. I sometimes have a problem facing reality. I start saying stuff to myself,
hopping I´ll believe it. - His eyes started to shine.
-Stop crying.
-I´m serious. I don´t want to be a puppet. All I wanted was to be like you.
-Like me?
-Yeah... free... raw... powerful... beatiful... wilde
-You are all those things, Brian, you are. You just have to be less... ambitious. You can´t have everything. You have
to enjoy what you have, you know... seize it, make the best of it...
-I don´t want everything. I want you. I´m sorry about what I said.
-I´m sick of people trying to hurt me. I´m tired.
-I won´t hurt you, baby. I swear. Please... - He touched Curt´s face. It was always so surprisingly soft. He started to
feel his whole body aching with desire. He had been so stupid... - Oh, Curt, forgive me please...
-Let´s go for a ride, Bri.
-Did you call me Bri? Does that mean I´m forgiven?
-Almost.
-What do you mean, almost?
-Get in the car.
-Where are we going? - There was an excited and rather kinky expression in Brian´s eyes.
Curt paused.
-Nowhere.
I´ll post the next and final chapter soon.
intended
Chapter two: Take two people romancing...
The next couple of weeks were pretty rough on both of them. Curt tried not to think about him but he wasn´ t having
much success at it. He tried to convince himself it was over and he should move on, but deep down he knew that if
he really thought that way, he wouldn´ still be in England. He realized he was just waiting. The question was what
for.
He was sitting alone at some club when Jack Fairy came in, dressed in black,as usual. He sat next to him and,
without giving him time to react, he kissed him fully on the lips.
-What was that for?
-Message from Brian. - Jack replied.
-What´s the message?
-That was the message, Curt.
And he left, leaving a very puzzled Curt Wild behind.
Days later, Curt was sitting in his flat, car keys in his hand. He had bought a sports car, a red convertable. He had
more money than he could think what to do with it. It seemed a good idea when he bought it. Now, without Brian, it
didn´t look exciting at all. He was scared. Was it over? Did Brian really mean what he had said? Why did everything
have to be so tough on him, he thought. He had never tried to hurt anybody, why did it seem that everybody else
enjoyed hurting him?
He got up. Suddenlly, all he could see himself doing was driving the bloody car at 260 km/hr and crash into a brick
wall. Made perfect sense. Obsessed with the thought, he headed towards the door when the bell rang. He opened the
door.
-Brian?
-I didn´t mean it, Curt.
-Of course you didn´t.
-I was high. I was totally wasted. I´m sorry.
-I´m sorry too, Brian.
-I know what you said was true. I know. I sometimes have a problem facing reality. I start saying stuff to myself,
hopping I´ll believe it. - His eyes started to shine.
-Stop crying.
-I´m serious. I don´t want to be a puppet. All I wanted was to be like you.
-Like me?
-Yeah... free... raw... powerful... beatiful... wilde
-You are all those things, Brian, you are. You just have to be less... ambitious. You can´t have everything. You have
to enjoy what you have, you know... seize it, make the best of it...
-I don´t want everything. I want you. I´m sorry about what I said.
-I´m sick of people trying to hurt me. I´m tired.
-I won´t hurt you, baby. I swear. Please... - He touched Curt´s face. It was always so surprisingly soft. He started to
feel his whole body aching with desire. He had been so stupid... - Oh, Curt, forgive me please...
-Let´s go for a ride, Bri.
-Did you call me Bri? Does that mean I´m forgiven?
-Almost.
-What do you mean, almost?
-Get in the car.
-Where are we going? - There was an excited and rather kinky expression in Brian´s eyes.
Curt paused.
-Nowhere.
I´ll post the next and final chapter soon.