Ewan
Downing a whisky to try and sedate the butterflies fluttering manically in my stomach, I hauled Baz to one side and told him, shakily at first, but growing in confidence as I continued, what I felt for Curt. I told him of the mass of emotions that engulfed me every time I saw him, the way he captured and enthralled me, how I could sit for hours, transfixed by his beauty and poise. Baz sat, listening to it all, nodding every now and then to assure me he was paying attention and understood. When I was finished, he stared at me and said frankly, "I thought as much. It was clear to me how you felt when I saw the way your attention was completely focused on him during the performance. You only looked away once during the whole two hours, and that was just to tell me how good he was. Ewan, you aren't the first person to feel this way about him, and you certainly won't be the last, but if you really want me to, I might be able to get you backstage."
Shit. This was more than I had dared to hope for. I feigned nonchalance and calm as I said, "Yes… OK", when inside my heart was hammering against my ribcage and every inch of me was crying out "Fuck, yes!"
"Right," Baz carried on, smiling. "I know a few guys who work here from school. I'll have a word with them and see what I can do" He grinned warmly at me and walked off. He came back, about ten minutes later, and said, "OK, if you go in that door over there," he gestured at a door to the right of the stage, "And ask for Mark, then when he comes, say you're a friend of mine and are looking for Curt Wild." I repeated the instructions back to him, and then walked up to the door, rapping smartly on its oak-effect surface. It opened, and a casually dressed young man poked his head round the door. "Is Mark there?" I asked, and continued when the man nodded and said that he was Mark. "Oh, I'm a uh…friend of Baz's and I'm looking for Curt Wild…" I stammered. My heart was battering away so hard inside my chest, I was sure the whole fucking bar could hear it. Mark shouted something, and everything that happened next seemed to take place in slow motion. I saw Curt walk towards me, eyes burning with a strange ethereal flame, I saw him take me in his arms and press his lips against mine, running his hands through my hair, caressing my back down to my hips, sending shivers of delight pulsating all over my body. I remember it almost as if I had floated out of myself and watched from afar as I received the most perfect pleasure my essentially naïve body had ever experienced.