Age Difference
Fandom: Velvet Goldmine
Pairing: Curt/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Persuaders
Disclaimer: Sadly, Curt and Arthur (and other recognizable
characters) do not belong to me. They belong to Todd Haynes - lucky
man.
Summary: A birthday spanking... sort of ;)
Feedback: Yes, please, to Coog@bellatlantic.net
Arthur tapped in the last line of his article, sent the document to
the printer and grabbed his jacket, waiting for the dot matrix to
finish printing. He drummed his fingers impatiently as he watched
the print head move back and forth across the page, willing it to go
faster. Finally, it spit out the last page, and he ripped it from
the printer.
"Lou, I'm out of here," he called as he passed his editor's office.
He thrust the printout to the assistant, waved to a couple of co-
workers and made his way to the elevator, heedless of the looks he
received.
Up until a few weeks ago, he wouldn't have dreamed of leaving the
office so early. He was far more likely to be the last one out,
pouring all of himself into his work in an effort to delay returning
to the loneliness of his apartment. But then, up until a few weeks
ago, he hadn't had Curt to fill the void in his personal life
that, for too long, his job had been a substitute for.
Absently toying with the small package in his jacket pocket, Arthur
smiled as he thought about his lover. His smile grew wider as he
imagined Curt's surprise when he gave him the gift. He was sure that
Curt had no idea that Arthur knew it was his birthday today. Their
relationship so far had been a whirlwind. Together almost nightly
since they were reacquainted after the Tommy Stone concert, they'd
spent a lot of time getting to know each other. But oddly enough,
the subject of birthdays had never come up. He figured that Curt had
avoided it intentionally since his was coming up so soon after they'd
met again.
Twenty minutes later, Arthur left the subway and walked the short
distance to Curt's apartment building. He rang the buzzer and waited
for his lover to answer.
"It's Arthur," he announced.
"Hey!" Curt's disembodied voice greeted him as the lock clicked
open. "Come on up. I just got out of the shower."
The door was ajar when he reached the third-floor apartment, so he
entered without knocking. Tossing his jacket over the back of the
sofa, Arthur casually hid the present behind his back as he strolled
to Curt's bedroom. He stopped in the doorway and leaned against the
frame as he took in the sight of his lover. Curt stood facing his
closet, clad only in a pair of faded jeans. Unzipped as they were,
they hung on his hips far too provocatively. His as yet unbound hair
was still damp from his shower and fell past his shoulders. The too-
long bangs hid his eyes as he looked over his shoulder, smiling a
greeting to Arthur.
"So where are we going tonight?" Curt asked as he emerged holding a
dark blue shirt.
"It's up to you," Arthur replied as he withdrew the wrapped box from
behind his back. "After all, it is your birthday, mate."
Arthur grinned in satisfaction as Curt froze in the act of putting
the shirt on. His eyes flew to Arthur's, down to the present in his
hands, then back to his eyes. The other man's surprise was evident
and Arthur was pleased that he had guessed correctly.
"How did you know?" Curt asked in wonder.
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Well, let's see. A: I'm a journalist and
it's my job to be able to find out these things. B: I was a rabid
fan--"
Curt raised an eyebrow. "Was?"
He laughed. "Am a rabid fan," he amended, "and in my obsession, I
made it my business to know all those fascinating statistics. Or,
C..." He shrugged. "Mandy told me." All of the above were
certainly true. He could have found out easily enough on his own,
but perhaps not in time to celebrate if he hadn't already known.
And, he had run into Mandy at a club one night last week while Curt
was playing. She had whispered it to him conspiratorially as Curt
headed toward them during a break, but of course, he had already
remembered it on his own. Slightly abashed, he hoped that Curt
wouldn't quiz him further about what other trivia he had committed to
memory.
Curt didn't. Instead, he strutted over to where Arthur still stood
in the doorway. He fingered the package briefly then, lifting his
hand to Arthur's cheek, he traced it just as he had the wrapped
present. "Thank you," he whispered just before leaning up to capture
Arthur's lips in a gentle kiss. The tenderness that this man could
show never ceased to amaze Arthur. He accepted the loving caress for
a moment before wrapping his own hand around Curt's head to deepen
the contact.
They broke away after a few moments and Arthur pushed the box into
Curt's hands. "Open it," he prompted.
Curt took it in one hand and pulled Arthur away from the door with
the other. He sat on the edge of the bed and Arthur followed,
waiting eagerly as Curt traced the pattern of teal blue paisley on a
dark purple background. He fingered the ribbon absently as he looked
at Arthur then. "So, when's your birthday?"
"In August. Now open it," he gestured impatiently at the box.
Apparently not one to be rushed, Curt ran his finger under a taped
seam but still didn't unwrap the gift. "August, huh? So, you'll
be," he looked skyward as he mentally calculated, "thirty?"
Arthur looked at him in surprise. Curt thought he was thirty?
"No, I'll be twenty-eight," he replied, careful not to be indignant.
Curt didn't seem too concerned with closing in on forty, but he
wasn't quite ready for thirty yet.
Curt looked at him strangely for a moment, the present all but
forgotten in his hands. "I thought you were twenty-nine."
Arthur shrugged. "No. I'm pretty sure that I'm twenty-seven." The
other man's forehead wrinkled in confusion and Arthur could tell that
Curt hadn't been guessing but instead had seemed absolutely sure of
his age. He pursed his lips as he wondered where Curt had gotten
that idea. "You never asked how old I was," he added.
Curt's eyes narrowed. "Actually, I did." It was Arthur's turn to be
baffled as he searched his memories of the past few weeks trying to
recall that conversation. "Ten years ago. On the roof," Curt
continued. "And you told me that you were nineteen. I believe that
would make you twenty-nine now."
Understanding dawned and Arthur laughed. "Oh. Well, yes. I *told*
you that I was nineteen. But, um, well actually, I was, uh,
seventeen."
"You lied to me." The statement was flat with just a tinge of
disbelief.
Arthur's laughter died to a nervous chuckle under the stern
gaze. "Don't take it personally," he said. "I lied to everyone
about my age then."
Curt looked at him pointedly.
"I had only left home and school a few months before. I hooked up
with Malcolm and his mates, and well, it just sounded better telling
everyone that I was, um, nineteen." He trailed off uncertainly
wondering if Curt was really as angry as he looked.
"Malcolm and his *mates* weren't fucking you on a rooftop," Curt said
gruffly, his eyes glinting like steel. "I could have been arrested."
Arthur snorted. "Far more likely that we both would have been
arrested for shagging on the roof. Besides, it was ten years ago.
And you weren't. So, what's the big deal?" Arthur tried to calm the
sudden apprehension that tightened his chest. Surely he wasn't going
to lose something this good over a silly lie he told ten years ago.
His stomach knotted as he watched Curt set the gift aside with
deliberate care then turn back to him. "The big deal," he growled
menacingly as he reached for Arthur, "is that you lied to me. And I
don't like being lied to."
Whether it was the growl or the ominous movement forward, Arthur
wasn't sure, but he shot up from the bed and backed away. Curt
followed, stalking his prey. Arthur held up his hands in a placating
gesture as he backpedaled. "Curt, I..."
Then Arthur saw it -- a small twitch in the grim line of Curt's lips
and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He almost cried out his
relief.
"It won't happen again, I promise." But Curt continued to stalk him
across the room.
"Oh, I'll make sure of that," Curt threatened dangerously.
Apprehension fleeing, Arthur laughed again as he dashed toward the
door. Curt was ready for the move though, and caught him easily
around the waist. He tried to dig his heels in as Curt dragged him
back to the bed and pushed him down, landing beside him. Arthur was
already moving, trying to push himself back up. But Curt caught hold
of his ankle as he launched himself from the bed, and Arthur landed
on his backside on the floor. Releasing his ankle, Curt reached down
and dragged him back up to the bed. Arthur laughed again,
discovering himself precariously positioned face down across Curt's
lap.
A stinging slap landed across the seat of his jeans. Arthur nearly
choked with laughter from the absurdity of the situation and the
relief that their relationship was not going to be ruined by
something so stupid.
"Wait!" Arthur yelled just as a second blow landed.
Curt left his hand where it fell, lightly rubbing the abused
area. "Wait, what?" he asked, amusement threading his voice.
Still giggling, Arthur cast about for something. "It's *your*
birthday. You're the one who's supposed to get a spanking!" He
yelped as Curt's hand made contact with his ass again.
"But you have been a very bad boy and need to be taught a lesson,"
Curt said in mock-disapproval. He punctuated the statement with
another slap.
Unwilling to give in so easily, Arthur renewed his struggles, but
Curt merely adjusted his position and threw one of his legs over both
of Arthur's, effectively pinning him in place. "Now shut up and take
your medicine," he growled into Arthur's ear, resuming the spanking
in earnest.
As more swats landed, warmth spread across his ass and the feeling
went straight to his cock. Arthur ceased his struggling and started
paying attention to his very insistent erection pressing against
Curt's thigh. His movements became less frantic and more undulating
as he tried to increase the contact. He was pretty sure that Curt
was feeling the same way, if the bulge scraping his thigh was any
indication. Curt delivered one last swat low on the center of his
jeans, grazing the seam that ran to his groin. He moaned at the jolt
that particular smack sent to his straining cock.
They were both breathing heavily as Curt ran his hands along Arthur's
backside and inner thighs. Arthur wiggled in his lap a little more.
Christ, he was close. He didn't want it to be over yet.
"Don't stop," he whispered huskily.
He heard Curt's breath catch and the hand caressing him stilled.
Arthur started to get nervous when Curt made no further move.
Embarrassed, he was about to get up when the hand on his ass moved to
the waistband of his jeans.
"Okay," his lover said, his voice thick and gravelly. "But I think
it's time to take these off."
Biting his lip, Arthur pushed himself up. Still slightly
embarrassed, he fumbled a moment with the button and zipper. He felt
a flush burn his cheeks and he stole a peek at his lover. Any
insecurity he felt fled immediately as Curt's heated gaze boldly
caressed him. More confident now, Arthur lowered his jeans and
briefs to mid-thigh, freeing his erection. Arthur watched in
fascination as Curt's tongue escaped to moisten his lower lip, his
eyes fastened on Arthur's cock. Finally, their eyes met and sparks
of desire leapt between them. Arthur thought momentarily that the
spanking was going to be over after all -- not that that was
necessarily a bad thing by the smoldering look Curt was giving him.
Amusement crept back into Curt's eyes then and he arched an eyebrow
as he patted his thigh deliberately.
Arthur stretched out across Curt's lap once again, the bed helping to
support his upper body. Curt pushed the jeans and underwear further
down, then threw his leg back over Arthur. He captured only one of
his legs this time and then used his knee to push Arthur's legs
apart. Even as much as he was turned on by this, Arthur couldn't
help the feeling of humiliation at the vulnerable and revealing
position.
Curt ran his hands across his bare ass almost soothingly, but Arthur
wriggled impatiently, especially when Curt's fingers flirted with the
crevice. "Your ass is nice and warm and pink," Curt's voice caressed
him as surely as his hands did. "I'm going to make it hot and red,
then I'm going to fuck you so hard."
Arthur groaned as the second assault began, but it was more from the
heat the words produced than from the stinging blow. But the
intensity soon escalated as Curt set fire to his naked backside.
Arthur's low moans shortly turned to cries and nonsense pleas that he
was helpless to prevent.
Curt was very methodic in delivering this spanking alternating
between hard, punishing smacks on the curve of Arthur's ass where it
met his thighs to more caressing blows that grazed the exposed area
between his cheeks. Arthur couldn't keep still as he bounced around
Curt's lap. He oscillated with each blow, first trying futilely to
avoid Curt's descending hand, then pushing back against that hand as
it lingered for just a moment while he absorbed the incredible heat,
and finally pushing his erection against the denim-clad thigh in an
effort to find some relief for his aching cock. The pattern repeated
with each strike against his throbbing ass.
Arthur's movements became more frantic as he approached that
precipice before completion. Curt must have known how close he was
because the spanking slowed. His lover applied a few more gentle
swats, spacing them out by teasing Arthur's opening and sac between
each slap. The intimate touches to his flaming backside were
incredible and it was becoming too much. Arthur moaned and thrust
more ardently into Curt's thigh.
Curt grasped his hips to still him. "Shhh. Hold on. Wait for me,
baby," he said hoarsely between pants that matched Arthur's own.
Knowing that Curt was as needy as he was right now helped him to gain
a modicum of control. When he was sure that he wouldn't go off from
one more touch, Arthur backed off Curt's lap and knelt on the floor
at his lover's feet.
Looking up at Curt, Arthur's eyes were drawn to the dark spot at his
crotch and to its twin on his thigh, where Arthur had rubbed against
his lover. In seconds, Curt had yanked down his jeans and was on the
floor beside Arthur, turning him toward the side of the bed and
pushing him up so he knelt almost prayerfully against it.
Arthur jerked as Curt's hand found his erection and a thumb grazed
along the weeping head. Curt moved back to Arthur's ass and circled
his thumb across the puckered anus. Slick with pre-come, his thumb
slipped in easily, and Curt stroked it in and out while he stretched
toward the nightstand with his other hand. He nearly toppled the
small stand as he jerked the drawer open and Arthur could hear him
fumbling for the lube and condom. Arthur would have tried to help
him, but he was concentrating too hard on not coming while that
wonderful thumb brushed across his prostate. His vision blurred
momentarily, and he dropped his forehead against the comforter. The
lube suddenly landed on the bed next to him, and he heard Curt
ripping the condom packet, presumably with his teeth.
Curt removed his thumb, replacing it with two slick fingers,
stretching the tight muscle as he liberally lubricated his latexed
cock. Arthur wasn't sure he was going to be able to hold off any
longer. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he chanted as he pushed his ass back
frantically.
He moaned when his lover's cock took the place of the fingers and
drove all the way home in a single thrust, fulfilling the promise of
a hard fuck. Curt thrust in and out, then paused as he draped
himself across Arthur's back and caught his earlobe with his
teeth. "Oh, baby, you are so hot for me," he rasped. "Your ass is
on fire, inside and out."
Arthur turned his head and kissed Curt awkwardly, able to reach only
with the corner of his mouth. "I'm always hot for you, love. Fuck
me, Curt. Hard -- like you promised."
Curt's tongue flicked out to lick the corner of Arthur's mouth then
he pushed himself off of Arthur's back to get more leverage. He
withdrew almost all the way before plunging deeply. Arthur pushed
back with each thrust, biting his lip to keep from crying out from
the near brutal pace. They kept it up for a few more thrusts, but
Arthur was too close and this time he couldn't back away from the
edge.
"Now, Curt!" he wailed.
Curt grasped Arthur's erection and jerked it. It was more than
enough to push him over and Arthur came with a shout. Two more
thrusts and his lover cried out his own release before collapsing on
top of him.
They lay like that for a few moments, panting from their exertions.
Curt pulled out gently, sinking on his heels and taking Arthur with
him. Exhausted, they dropped together to the floor, curling around
one another.
Curt nuzzled his neck and Arthur felt him smile. "Well, I hope you
learned your lesson about lying to me."
Too worn out to laugh, Arthur merely nodded. "Oh, yeah," he sighed.
He turned to kiss the other man deeply.
They cuddled together sleepily for a few long moments, then Arthur
told him between kisses, "Remind me later to tell you about how I'm
not really a journalist -- I just deliver papers for the Herald."
The End