"Arthur, for fucks sake man! Come out already!" Curt called into the
bathroom, glancing nervously at the black clock on the wall.
"Curt, please...just go without me!" Arthur called back, his voice muffled through the beautiful carved door. Personally, Curt didn't see the point in having a hand-carved door leading to the place where you shit.
"Why? C'mon, you'll look great!"
"I look like a...like...I look awful Curt!" Arthur called back, grimacing in distaste at his reflection.
"Just let me see and if it's really bad I swear I'll tell you, just come out of the bathroom already! We have to get going in like....ten minutes!" Curt shouted, rapidly losing his temper. Silence prevailed and Curt sighed deeply, counting to ten and wishing he could get his hands on Arthur's brother for making the gorgeous man believe he was so ugly. What was with brothers anyway? Is there some unspoken law which states all older brothers must be assholes? "Arthur...please lover, just come out," Curt begged once he had calmed...well, at least, he wasn't quite feeling homicidal anymore.
"Alright..." Came the weary reply. Curt stepped back and his eyes widened when Arthur stepped out of the bathroom, tugging nervously at the hem of his black shirt, "How do I look?" He asked, half sarcastically, half worried at Curt's expression...did he really look *that* terrible? "I told you I looked horrible, just go without me, I can miss the awa.." Arthur's words were stifled when Curt launched himself at him and his mouth was suddenly under attack. When the savage kiss was over, both men had to take a few seconds to correct their breathing before either one could speak. "What was that for?" Arthur asked, amused.
"I just had to kiss you," Curt replied simply, eyes roaming the younger man's body appreciatively.
"Why?"
"Because you look so fuckin' hot. How could you think you arn't?" Curt replied, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Because I look like an idiot," Arthur replied shortly, gesturing to his outfit.
"Shut. Up. You do *not* look like an idiot. Look at yourself!" Curt cried, tugging the man in front of the floor-length gilded mirror on the wall. "What do you see?" He asked, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder and watching their reflection.
"Curt this is stu.."
"What. Do. You. See?" Curt repeated, unwilling to let go until he got a satisfactory answer. Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed indulgently before observing his reflection critically.
"I see a couple of woofters," He replied, grinning when Curt growled.
"Quit stalling," He said impatiently, using the rough edge to his voice that had started the rumor that the man had lived with wolves. Arthur sighed again in defeat, knowing that in a battle of wills, Curt was more stubborn that a mule.
"I see me. Boring, amazingly lucky me," Arthur replied, turning away. Curt roughly pushed him back to look in the mirror and wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist.
"I'll tell you what I see. I see an intelligent, caring, gorgeous man who has the patience of a saint and who's talented in journalism, photography, singing *and* lyric writing. I see the man who changed my life without even knowing it. The man who made me realize life could be worth living again," Curt said quietly, startling Arthur with how open he was being. Curt was loving and affectionate, but never open about his feelings. Arthur blinked away the tears pricking his eyes and kissed the other man hard...and then they were just holding each other for dear, like lost children.
*BEEP BEEP*
Curt groaned and rolled his eyes before taking Arthur by the hand and leading him to the limo outside. "Great timing Jim," He muttered to the limo driver, narrowing his eyes when both Jim and Arthur laughed. "Traitor," He said, poking Arthur in the ribs accusingly as the car began making it's journey to the American music awards.
"Oh please darling, that is so passe," Arthur replied, imitating Mandy's 'English' accent so well Curt couldn't stifle the laugh that bubbled up in his chest. They talked and laughed as Jim told them stories about all the various mischief his grandson Liam got into, and Arthur almost forgot the anxiety of appearing officially with Curt for the first time...ever. Curt had always urged him to join him when going to awards and functions, but had accepted the fact that Arthur just wasn't comfortable under the whirr, flashes and clicks of the cameras and that he was far more at ease on the other side of the lenses, asking the questions rather than answering them.
Now though, since they had made the album 'The Great Unknown' (which had gone platinum within the week), it wasn't an option to merely stay home and watch the awards on television, laughing when Curt would say something entirely innapropriate in his acceptance speech...no, now, not only would he be going to the awards and perhaps accepting a few, he was actually going to be performing with Curt live on stage.
As the limo slowed down and came to a stop, Curt squeased Arthur's hand reassuringly.
"Don't worry, it'll be fun. Might even pick up a couple awards," He said, kissing the other man gently, thanking Jim and opening the limo door. When he stepped outside, he was no longer Arthur's Curt.
He was Curt *Fucking* Wilde. The superstar who never burned out and had no shame. He grinned rakishly for the camera's and poked out his pierced tongue, baiting them on and subtly drawing the attention away from Arthur so he wouldn't be quite as over-whelmed when he stepped out of the limo. However, there was nothing he could do to stop the fans screaming his and Arthur's names.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S ARTHUR!" Someone shrieked as the man hesitantly put a foot out the vehicle. Curt turned toward him,
"Come on, we just have to walk down the carpet and then we'll be fine," He said, holding out a hand. Arthur swallowed and set his face in the emotionless blank that he had grown so used to assuming when Nigel and his mates used to push him around a little. He didn't even blink when he stepped out, facing the crowds of screaming fans and the papperazi, looking around cooly and thanking everything holy Pearl and Ray had shown him how to apply enough makeup on his cheeks so that a blush couldn't be distinguished.
"Let's get this over with," He said quietly, standing tall and setting his shoulders. Curt gave him a wolvish grin, flashed the birdie at a nearby reporter who was making a rather crude comment and walked side by side with Arthur down the infamous red-carpet. Brian had lived for all this shit, but it all was a bit...claustrophobic to Curt. He'd grown so used to it that it didn't bother him anymore, but he certainly didn't look forward to the frenzied crowds or the barrages of questions.
Arthur hummed under his breath, trying to distract himself from the flashes of hundreds of cameras...and Dear Lord here was the part with all the fans.
"OH MY GOD!! IT'S ARTHUR STUART AND CURT WILD!!" Someone screamed, causing the group to surge forwards, holding out pens and record covers to sign. Arthur's heart raced and he seriously considered just running back to the limo...until he noticed a rather shy, embarrassed looking boy near the front, smiling broadly but seeming awkward despite the boys around him who were obviously his friends. It was exactly how he had been at that age...just ten years ago.
It was only then that he relaxed slightly...these weren't 'fans'. They were just kids who loved the music, the freedom and the atmosphere...just like he had been. He smiled at Curt and rolled his eyes when he saw Curt happily signing some young girl's chest.
Some things never change.
"Oh my God, Arthur you are like the best!" A girl squealed as he signed some sort of notebook.
"Thanks luv," He replied, shocking himself at how relaxed and...rock-star- ish he sounded. When he finally reached the boy whom he'd spotted earlier, he immediately walked to him to sign the album cover the boy was holding.
"A...Arthur Stuart!" The boy cried, making Arthur nearly laugh in amazement as he paused over writing his name.
"Where abouts are you from?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.
"A little place just outside of Manchester," The boy said, looking dazed.
"Really!? Me too!" Arthur replied, letting his accent slip through a little heavier than before.
"Arthur, man, let's go!" Curt called, gesturing to him. Arthur nodded,
"What's your name?" He asked,
"David," The boy replied.
/Reach for the star's Daivid. They aren't as far away as they seem. Make a wish kid---Arthur Stuart/
He wrote before winking at the kid and walking to Curt. Maybe award shows weren't quite as bad as he thought they'd be.
"Curt, please...just go without me!" Arthur called back, his voice muffled through the beautiful carved door. Personally, Curt didn't see the point in having a hand-carved door leading to the place where you shit.
"Why? C'mon, you'll look great!"
"I look like a...like...I look awful Curt!" Arthur called back, grimacing in distaste at his reflection.
"Just let me see and if it's really bad I swear I'll tell you, just come out of the bathroom already! We have to get going in like....ten minutes!" Curt shouted, rapidly losing his temper. Silence prevailed and Curt sighed deeply, counting to ten and wishing he could get his hands on Arthur's brother for making the gorgeous man believe he was so ugly. What was with brothers anyway? Is there some unspoken law which states all older brothers must be assholes? "Arthur...please lover, just come out," Curt begged once he had calmed...well, at least, he wasn't quite feeling homicidal anymore.
"Alright..." Came the weary reply. Curt stepped back and his eyes widened when Arthur stepped out of the bathroom, tugging nervously at the hem of his black shirt, "How do I look?" He asked, half sarcastically, half worried at Curt's expression...did he really look *that* terrible? "I told you I looked horrible, just go without me, I can miss the awa.." Arthur's words were stifled when Curt launched himself at him and his mouth was suddenly under attack. When the savage kiss was over, both men had to take a few seconds to correct their breathing before either one could speak. "What was that for?" Arthur asked, amused.
"I just had to kiss you," Curt replied simply, eyes roaming the younger man's body appreciatively.
"Why?"
"Because you look so fuckin' hot. How could you think you arn't?" Curt replied, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Because I look like an idiot," Arthur replied shortly, gesturing to his outfit.
"Shut. Up. You do *not* look like an idiot. Look at yourself!" Curt cried, tugging the man in front of the floor-length gilded mirror on the wall. "What do you see?" He asked, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder and watching their reflection.
"Curt this is stu.."
"What. Do. You. See?" Curt repeated, unwilling to let go until he got a satisfactory answer. Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed indulgently before observing his reflection critically.
"I see a couple of woofters," He replied, grinning when Curt growled.
"Quit stalling," He said impatiently, using the rough edge to his voice that had started the rumor that the man had lived with wolves. Arthur sighed again in defeat, knowing that in a battle of wills, Curt was more stubborn that a mule.
"I see me. Boring, amazingly lucky me," Arthur replied, turning away. Curt roughly pushed him back to look in the mirror and wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist.
"I'll tell you what I see. I see an intelligent, caring, gorgeous man who has the patience of a saint and who's talented in journalism, photography, singing *and* lyric writing. I see the man who changed my life without even knowing it. The man who made me realize life could be worth living again," Curt said quietly, startling Arthur with how open he was being. Curt was loving and affectionate, but never open about his feelings. Arthur blinked away the tears pricking his eyes and kissed the other man hard...and then they were just holding each other for dear, like lost children.
*BEEP BEEP*
Curt groaned and rolled his eyes before taking Arthur by the hand and leading him to the limo outside. "Great timing Jim," He muttered to the limo driver, narrowing his eyes when both Jim and Arthur laughed. "Traitor," He said, poking Arthur in the ribs accusingly as the car began making it's journey to the American music awards.
"Oh please darling, that is so passe," Arthur replied, imitating Mandy's 'English' accent so well Curt couldn't stifle the laugh that bubbled up in his chest. They talked and laughed as Jim told them stories about all the various mischief his grandson Liam got into, and Arthur almost forgot the anxiety of appearing officially with Curt for the first time...ever. Curt had always urged him to join him when going to awards and functions, but had accepted the fact that Arthur just wasn't comfortable under the whirr, flashes and clicks of the cameras and that he was far more at ease on the other side of the lenses, asking the questions rather than answering them.
Now though, since they had made the album 'The Great Unknown' (which had gone platinum within the week), it wasn't an option to merely stay home and watch the awards on television, laughing when Curt would say something entirely innapropriate in his acceptance speech...no, now, not only would he be going to the awards and perhaps accepting a few, he was actually going to be performing with Curt live on stage.
As the limo slowed down and came to a stop, Curt squeased Arthur's hand reassuringly.
"Don't worry, it'll be fun. Might even pick up a couple awards," He said, kissing the other man gently, thanking Jim and opening the limo door. When he stepped outside, he was no longer Arthur's Curt.
He was Curt *Fucking* Wilde. The superstar who never burned out and had no shame. He grinned rakishly for the camera's and poked out his pierced tongue, baiting them on and subtly drawing the attention away from Arthur so he wouldn't be quite as over-whelmed when he stepped out of the limo. However, there was nothing he could do to stop the fans screaming his and Arthur's names.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S ARTHUR!" Someone shrieked as the man hesitantly put a foot out the vehicle. Curt turned toward him,
"Come on, we just have to walk down the carpet and then we'll be fine," He said, holding out a hand. Arthur swallowed and set his face in the emotionless blank that he had grown so used to assuming when Nigel and his mates used to push him around a little. He didn't even blink when he stepped out, facing the crowds of screaming fans and the papperazi, looking around cooly and thanking everything holy Pearl and Ray had shown him how to apply enough makeup on his cheeks so that a blush couldn't be distinguished.
"Let's get this over with," He said quietly, standing tall and setting his shoulders. Curt gave him a wolvish grin, flashed the birdie at a nearby reporter who was making a rather crude comment and walked side by side with Arthur down the infamous red-carpet. Brian had lived for all this shit, but it all was a bit...claustrophobic to Curt. He'd grown so used to it that it didn't bother him anymore, but he certainly didn't look forward to the frenzied crowds or the barrages of questions.
Arthur hummed under his breath, trying to distract himself from the flashes of hundreds of cameras...and Dear Lord here was the part with all the fans.
"OH MY GOD!! IT'S ARTHUR STUART AND CURT WILD!!" Someone screamed, causing the group to surge forwards, holding out pens and record covers to sign. Arthur's heart raced and he seriously considered just running back to the limo...until he noticed a rather shy, embarrassed looking boy near the front, smiling broadly but seeming awkward despite the boys around him who were obviously his friends. It was exactly how he had been at that age...just ten years ago.
It was only then that he relaxed slightly...these weren't 'fans'. They were just kids who loved the music, the freedom and the atmosphere...just like he had been. He smiled at Curt and rolled his eyes when he saw Curt happily signing some young girl's chest.
Some things never change.
"Oh my God, Arthur you are like the best!" A girl squealed as he signed some sort of notebook.
"Thanks luv," He replied, shocking himself at how relaxed and...rock-star- ish he sounded. When he finally reached the boy whom he'd spotted earlier, he immediately walked to him to sign the album cover the boy was holding.
"A...Arthur Stuart!" The boy cried, making Arthur nearly laugh in amazement as he paused over writing his name.
"Where abouts are you from?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.
"A little place just outside of Manchester," The boy said, looking dazed.
"Really!? Me too!" Arthur replied, letting his accent slip through a little heavier than before.
"Arthur, man, let's go!" Curt called, gesturing to him. Arthur nodded,
"What's your name?" He asked,
"David," The boy replied.
/Reach for the star's Daivid. They aren't as far away as they seem. Make a wish kid---Arthur Stuart/
He wrote before winking at the kid and walking to Curt. Maybe award shows weren't quite as bad as he thought they'd be.