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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyy, Curt Wild is somewhere doing something more exciting than talking to you, so fuck off or leave a message.

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[ooc: This is also a place to tag with random action...Curt can be found many places, with the Blue Light and Circus Carnivore being the most likely.]

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[Curt pulls Stephen inside while hugging him, pushing down on anger that, directed at the City itself--if anything--has no where to go. Without really realizing it, he'd been hoping Stephen would show up.]

Yeah.

[Stephen stays there for a moment, just needing to feel Curt's solid presence in his arms. The reminder that he's still here. He tilts his head into the crook of his neck for a second, breathing in. He finally pulls back, not entirely out of Curt's arms, just enough to be able to looking him in the face. He scrubs his hands over his face hastily, still looking down.]

I guess everyone leaves eventually. I just wish there was some sort of fucking rhyme or reason to it.

Campbell liked it here. Makes it seem more unfair.

[He's gripping Stephen kind of tightly.]

Everyone does leave.

[Stephen moves his hands to cup Curt's face, tilting his head down the fraction it takes to kiss him. He does it slowly, gently. Just needing to remind himself that he's here.]

I hope he's going alright back home. Makes me want to work my way through the archives and see if there's anything written about Radio Scotland DJs from the nineties.

[Curt kisses him back and tugs him toward the living room.]

Good luck finding anything about Radio Scotland. I mean, it's Radio Scotland. Campbell's good people. And an optimist. He'll be all right.

He probably will, won't he.

[He smiles a little, despite himself, letting himself get tugged along.]

[Curt pulls Stephen down on to the couch for cuddling.]

Yeah, he just needs to find a girl who'll put up with him. Well, and to keep on his meds.

[Stephen sits down, wrapping his arm around the other man. Cuddling is more than okay with him right now. He presses his nose into Curt's hair.]

Do you think radio djs have good luck with women?

No clue. I mean, I'm sure it's gotta be better than, like, tax accountant.

Only little sexier, yeah.

Maybe he'll find another band. Or just...be around with a guitar. That works well enough.

[Curt pulls him in for a kiss.]

[Stephen sinks a little further into Curt's arms, letting himself melt into the kiss a little. His hands come around to rest in the small of his back. He's always like they way they fit there.]

[Curt kisses him somewhat leisurely, at least at first.]

[Stephen's more than happy to let Curt set the pace. He never had a chance to take off his jacket when he came in, so he starts shrugging out of it, tossing it on the floor, before leaning in against the other man's body again.]

[Less clothes is more better. Curt shifts a little and slips his hand under Stephen's shirt to touch bare skin.]

[Stephen takes that as an invitation to tug Curt's shirt off. He places a few slow kisses along the pale skin of his chest before moving up to his neck. He's always loved the smooth, hard lines of Curt's body. So different from his own. His hands come instinctively to wrap around his waist, hold him tightly.]

Are you gonna be okay in this place on your own? I mean, I can stay for a bit. If it'll help.

Mmm, I'll be--you should totally stay.

[What Stephen's doing has something to do with his sudden decision not to insist that he's okay. Curt slides his hand under the waistband of Stephen's pants to grab his ass. There's a definite appeal to company and especially the sexy kind of company.]

[Stephen leans up to kiss him again, smiling into it a little.]

Glad I could change your mind.

[The parts of Stephen's brain that are still getting used to the idea of having a boyfriend are always inordinately pleased when he manages to turn Curt on so quickly. He still looking pretty pleased as he trails kisses down Curt's chest towards his stomach, stopping around his naval to get his belt and fly open.]

[Curt leans back and grins, arousal obvious. Admittedly it doesn't take a lot, but this thing with Stephen is working out pretty well and tonight more more than usual there's an element of wondering how long they'll actually have together.]

[Stephen takes his time getting his belt and fly undone, liking the way he can feel Curt's muscles jump under his hands. There's certainly an element of carpe diem in the air tonight. Although rather than seizing the day... Stephen finally gets Curt's cock out of his underwear, giving it a few firm strokes before leaning up to kiss him again.]

[Curt lets Stephen take the initiative, kind of wondering where it'll lead this time, returning his kisses with more urgency this time. Stephen's beard scraping against his cheek.]

[Stephen's always liked that they can take turns in that respect. He trails kisses down his chest again, pausing over his groin. He can still count the number of blowjobs he's given on one hand. Easily. And he won't won't make any claims to have any kind of natural born talent there. He glances up to make eye contact with Curt, giving him a slightly apologetic look before he goes down.]

[Curt quirks and eyebrow slightly as if to say, 'What is that look for?', because to him it is slightly baffling that Stephen would look vaguely apologetic about sucking his dick. Though he is definitely not about to actually question it given that Stephen's mouth is kind of busy.]

[One of the joys of being with someone as neurotic as Stephen Stills - he's always going to be slightly worrying and apologetic no matter what he's doing. But he learned a while ago that Curt isn't going to ever complain about Stephen doing something for him during sex, no matter his experience level. So instead he just focuses in on making sure Curt is enjoying himself. One hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock and the other moves to splay over Curt's hip, just holding on as he keep working.]

Nugh.

[While Curt has had more experienced blowjobs than this, it doesn't really matter--for one thing he lives in the moment, most of the time, and for another it's still a blowjob. He moans and mumbles something incoherent as the sensation builds and he comes closer to the edge.]

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