IMPORTANT NOTES: This is an AU fic. That night on the rooftop, Curt asked
Arthur to stay with him and they have been a couple ever since. Arthur is
still a journalist though, and he lives with Curt in their loft in
Greenwich village. Curt has continued to make music and still often makes
number one in the charts. Also, I used Savage Gardens lyrics, but in this
fic Curt has written them. The song itself is more like a rock piece than
pop though (because seriously, do you think CURT WILD could write a love
ballad that didn't consist a guitar solo and a heavy beat?...nah didn't
think so).
Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
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"Arthur..."
"Yes Curt?"
"Why have I never heard you sing? I mean, Jesus we have been together for what, ten years? And I haven't even heard you hum."
"I don't know...I just...don't sing thats all. Listening to music is enough for me."
"Sing for me."
"No!"
"Aww, come on, you can pretend I'm not here. It's my birthday and I'm all depressed...please?"
"You are not depressed."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know *you*."
"Good point. Quit steering off the subject will you?"
"What subject?"
"SINGING GODAMMIT!"
"Well, if your going to shout...OW! BASTARD! What was that for?"
"For being a smart-ass."
"I'm defiantly not going to sing now."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Pleeeeaaaaase?"
"Will you quit annoying me if I do?"
"Scouts honour." "You were never in the scouts.."
"Arthur, I'm warning you..."
"Yeah yeah, I'm bloody terrified."
"So, come on then."
"What do you want me to sing?"
"I don't know...what do you want to sing?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked now would I?"
"For a reporter you can act really fucking stupid."
"Says the bloke who thinks Farrah Fawcett is really a man."
"Oh you had to go and bring *that* up."
"I have to get to have a shower in a minute or I'll be late for work."
"Don't you dare! You're not leaving this house until you sing me something!"
"If you can think of something to sing in the next ten seconds I will."
".........."
"Five, four, three, two.."
"I got it! Sing Rooftop to me."
"Aww, no fair Curt! You know that song makes me go red!"
"And that is why I love it."
"I can't believe you actually wrote a song about our *sex life*."
"Well it was a hit wasn't it?"
"That is not the point."
"You promised, now sing."
"Can't I just sing Happy Birthday?"
"Nope. Sing Rooftop. Now."
"Pillock."
"Bastard."
"Moron."
"SING!!!"
"FINE!!! ............"
"Preferably start before I'm 50."
"Not too long 'till then eh?"
"Bastard."
"Moron."
"Arthur..."
"Alright alright. But don't laugh, I know I'm bad without your teasing:
When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go
We build our church above this street
We practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
It bathes my skin I'm stained by you
And all I have to do is hold you
There's a racing in my heart
I am barely touching you
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
The moonlight plays upon your skin
A kiss that lingers takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
There are no words
There's only truth
Breathe in Breathe out
There is no sound
We move together up and down
We levitate our bodies soar
Our feet don't even touch the floor
And nobody knows you like I do
The world doesn't understand
But I grow stronger in your hands
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
We never sleep we're always holdin' hands
Kissin' for hours talkin' makin' plans
I feel like a better man
Just being in the same room
We never sleep there's just so much to do
Too much to say
Can't close my eyes when I'm with you
Insatiable the way I'm loving you
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable..."
".............."
"Christ, I wasn't that bad was I?"
"............."
"Curt?"
"ARHUR STUART YOU STUPID FUCK!!!"
"What?!?!? What did I....oomph...as much as I love your sudden desire to smother me, I think my ribs are breaking...Curt!"
"Sorry...I just...you IDIOT! You can sing like *that* and you don't even tell me??"
"Why?"
"Jesus, you can be so clueless. Arthur, man, you can sing...I mean you can *really* sing. That was so beautiful..."
"It wasn't that good.."
"Yes it was! I'm serious, that was just so beautiful. Your voice is so...different. Sharp and clear but rough and gravely at the same time..."
"Curt you are making me embarrassed."
"Well deal with it because you are going to be making an album with me."
"I am?"
"Yes you are. Sorry babe but there is no way I am going to let you get away with not using that voice of yours."
"Curt, I don't think I am that good. I mean, you love me, you are kind of biased"
"Arthur, please, trust me on this, you are an amazing singer."
"I.."
"Please?"
"That is not fair, you know I can't resist your puppy face!"
"If you don't trust me...then I suppose I understand...."
"Oh FINE! But only for you."
"Great! I'll call Mary and we can start recording as soon as we want."
"How did I let you talk me into this?"
"Because you love me"
"That I do...mmmm...God Curt.."
"You like that?"
"Oh yeah..."
"Well too bad because you have to get a shower or you'll be late for work."
"Bastard."
"Moron."
"Pillock."
"Love you."
"Love you too...meet you after work?"
"OK, shall I come by the office?"
"Yeah, but this time, don't pinch Michel's behind OK? You are really disturbing my *straight* Co-workers."
"Can't make any promises, that kid has a nice ass" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TO BE CONTINUED
Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
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"Arthur..."
"Yes Curt?"
"Why have I never heard you sing? I mean, Jesus we have been together for what, ten years? And I haven't even heard you hum."
"I don't know...I just...don't sing thats all. Listening to music is enough for me."
"Sing for me."
"No!"
"Aww, come on, you can pretend I'm not here. It's my birthday and I'm all depressed...please?"
"You are not depressed."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know *you*."
"Good point. Quit steering off the subject will you?"
"What subject?"
"SINGING GODAMMIT!"
"Well, if your going to shout...OW! BASTARD! What was that for?"
"For being a smart-ass."
"I'm defiantly not going to sing now."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Pleeeeaaaaase?"
"Will you quit annoying me if I do?"
"Scouts honour." "You were never in the scouts.."
"Arthur, I'm warning you..."
"Yeah yeah, I'm bloody terrified."
"So, come on then."
"What do you want me to sing?"
"I don't know...what do you want to sing?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked now would I?"
"For a reporter you can act really fucking stupid."
"Says the bloke who thinks Farrah Fawcett is really a man."
"Oh you had to go and bring *that* up."
"I have to get to have a shower in a minute or I'll be late for work."
"Don't you dare! You're not leaving this house until you sing me something!"
"If you can think of something to sing in the next ten seconds I will."
".........."
"Five, four, three, two.."
"I got it! Sing Rooftop to me."
"Aww, no fair Curt! You know that song makes me go red!"
"And that is why I love it."
"I can't believe you actually wrote a song about our *sex life*."
"Well it was a hit wasn't it?"
"That is not the point."
"You promised, now sing."
"Can't I just sing Happy Birthday?"
"Nope. Sing Rooftop. Now."
"Pillock."
"Bastard."
"Moron."
"SING!!!"
"FINE!!! ............"
"Preferably start before I'm 50."
"Not too long 'till then eh?"
"Bastard."
"Moron."
"Arthur..."
"Alright alright. But don't laugh, I know I'm bad without your teasing:
When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go
We build our church above this street
We practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
It bathes my skin I'm stained by you
And all I have to do is hold you
There's a racing in my heart
I am barely touching you
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
The moonlight plays upon your skin
A kiss that lingers takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
There are no words
There's only truth
Breathe in Breathe out
There is no sound
We move together up and down
We levitate our bodies soar
Our feet don't even touch the floor
And nobody knows you like I do
The world doesn't understand
But I grow stronger in your hands
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
We never sleep we're always holdin' hands
Kissin' for hours talkin' makin' plans
I feel like a better man
Just being in the same room
We never sleep there's just so much to do
Too much to say
Can't close my eyes when I'm with you
Insatiable the way I'm loving you
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable..."
".............."
"Christ, I wasn't that bad was I?"
"............."
"Curt?"
"ARHUR STUART YOU STUPID FUCK!!!"
"What?!?!? What did I....oomph...as much as I love your sudden desire to smother me, I think my ribs are breaking...Curt!"
"Sorry...I just...you IDIOT! You can sing like *that* and you don't even tell me??"
"Why?"
"Jesus, you can be so clueless. Arthur, man, you can sing...I mean you can *really* sing. That was so beautiful..."
"It wasn't that good.."
"Yes it was! I'm serious, that was just so beautiful. Your voice is so...different. Sharp and clear but rough and gravely at the same time..."
"Curt you are making me embarrassed."
"Well deal with it because you are going to be making an album with me."
"I am?"
"Yes you are. Sorry babe but there is no way I am going to let you get away with not using that voice of yours."
"Curt, I don't think I am that good. I mean, you love me, you are kind of biased"
"Arthur, please, trust me on this, you are an amazing singer."
"I.."
"Please?"
"That is not fair, you know I can't resist your puppy face!"
"If you don't trust me...then I suppose I understand...."
"Oh FINE! But only for you."
"Great! I'll call Mary and we can start recording as soon as we want."
"How did I let you talk me into this?"
"Because you love me"
"That I do...mmmm...God Curt.."
"You like that?"
"Oh yeah..."
"Well too bad because you have to get a shower or you'll be late for work."
"Bastard."
"Moron."
"Pillock."
"Love you."
"Love you too...meet you after work?"
"OK, shall I come by the office?"
"Yeah, but this time, don't pinch Michel's behind OK? You are really disturbing my *straight* Co-workers."
"Can't make any promises, that kid has a nice ass" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TO BE CONTINUED