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Notes/explanations: Curtis watches TV. That's pretty much all he does.
He doesn't go out and his only visible means of income is renting out rooms
of his apartment. But apparently he undergoes a cleansing period every
four years where he doesn't watch any TV right during sweeps week. Evidently,
Twitch City takes place in a time warp of some sort because the last "Pon
Far" was in '94, which would make this '98, but it's not because it's 2000...
uh, yeah, whatever. I didn't really attempt to stick to the humor of the
show because it would have been damn near impossible. And I'm sorry that
it's not better than it is.
Beta by Nicole S., Barb G., and Ide Cyan.
Summary: Newbie helps Curtis through a rough patch...kinda, but not really... Look, it's just a PWP, OK?
This one's for Nicole... DO YOU HAVE ANY RICE CAKES?? <g>
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Talking about lesbian wedding cakes with Hope was all well and good, until Newbie looked at his watch. Curtis would be entering a very critical stage of his TV Pon Far right about now, and he needed Newbie.
"I'm going in." Newbie went into the bedroom with anticipation. Curtis was going to need a lot of...support, and Newbie was just the man to give it to him. Hope could do her part later--the soft womanly nurturing part. Whatever.
Locking the door securely behind him, Newbie reassured Curtis that he was not Mr. Furley and then went into the first stage of comfort. He mopped Curtis's face with a damp cloth while asking him those important questions about accepting responsibility and acknowledging a higher power... He hardly had to think about the words--he said them by rote while his mind drifted forwarded to the next step.
The fun step. Oh, it wouldn't be quite as much fun for Curtis as it would be for him, but it was essential nonetheless. He could only hope the experience lived up to Sweeps Week '94. Curtis had bucked so hard that Newbie (still called Craig then) had flown off the bed and cracked his head open on the corner of the dresser. Newbie could hardly contain his smile when he remembered how he'd gotten up, dazed but still horny, and climbed back onto the bed. Blood had dripped from the cut on his head onto Curtis's face as it twisted in tortured ecstasy while they humped and...
Fuck. Curtis was muttering the Brady Bunch theme over and over. It was time to get tough. Straddling his Pon Farring friend, Newbie backhanded Curtis hard across the cheek, and then repeated the action on the other side, snapping the muttering man's head back and forth. Newbie was trying to shock him back into control, but of course, he also really liked doing it. He got a secret thrill down deep in his guts from being the strong one, the guy in charge of something more dynamic that a corner grocery. Although he had a sincere desire to help his friend through this difficult time, he still got off on the wildness and the power.
By the time he grabbed the hand mirror for the ritual self-confrontation, Newbie was aroused--hard as a rock--and scared spitless. This was a really bad one, but he had to have confidence both in Curtis's strong will and in his own strength and determination. And his horniness, couldn't forget that, no siree bob.
When Curtis followed up his anguished screams of "Who am I?" with a thrust of his hips, Newbie was gratified to know that he wasn't the only one whose whole body was reacting to the primal intensity of Curtis's television detox. Curtis's hard cock pressed up against Newbie's in an explosion of friction and heat, while he continued to groan and grunt incoherently. Although Newbie wanted desperately to sink into the sensations and lose himself completely, he couldn't just yet.
As much as Newbie would hate to admit it, Curtis's distress was getting to him. Slamming the smaller man against the mattress over and over, Newbie screamed, "Look at yourself" until he was hoarse and aching all over. He was becoming as upset as Curtis was, and it really hurt him when he had to punch Curtis again. With throbbing hands and a heart breaking for his friend's pain, Newbie buried his face in Curtis's neck and sobbed, clenching his thighs tight around hips moving gently in spasms of...not release...
More like need. Curtis's face was turned slightly away, his eyes closed in exhaustion, but his legs flexed against Newbie's with surprising strength. His cock was still hard, even after all the screaming and crying and carrying on. Newbie was well aware that Curtis was one big raw pulsating nerve right now, begging for relief. Since he was feeling a bit of hormonal urgency himself, Newbie could totally empathize.
Stretching out more comfortably on top of Curtis, Newbie pulled off his over-shirt and tossed it aside, sending his T-shirt sailing after it a second later. For a moment he thought about wrestling Curtis out of his clothes but decided against it for expediency's sake. His blood was burning fast and furious through his veins, and he knew it was just as bad for the man writhing underneath him. Maybe worse, the way Curtis was starting to twist and make a pathetic mewling sound in the back of his throat.
Suddenly, Curtis arched his back, pushing his chest so hard into Newbie's, that he wasn't sure which was his heartbeat and which was Curtis's. Both seemed to be thundering against their ribs as if trying to escape. Newbie pushed back, pressing Curtis down onto the mattress, so that he could get their jeans open. Newbie ignored the gasping moans coming from underneath him until another set of hands tangled with his on his belt buckle. He froze for a moment, until he determined that the hands were trying to *help* not stop him.
Newbie bent to give Curtis a little peck on the cheek as a reward, but Curtis jerked his head and crushed their mouths together in a searing kiss. Newbie had the insane desire to check his fillings to see if they'd melted yet, but apparently Curtis's tongue was going to do it for him--and check to see if he'd had his tonsils out while it was at it. Somewhere in the back of his mind--what little of it that was still functioning--Newbie realized that if he'd known Curtis could be as wild and unbridled as this, he might have kissed him sooner...*years* ago. And he sure the hell wouldn't have moved out of here...
More grunting animal sounds from Curtis drew Newbie's attention to the hands digging into his hips and the hardness thrusting against his groin. As he thrust back, Curtis's whole body surged up and his arms went around Newbie with surprising strength, squeezing the breath from him before relaxing slightly, but still holding on.
Newbie aligned their cocks and rolled his hips in a slow, uneven rhythm that was both soothing and enflaming. Leaning down for another kiss, he stopped when Curtis sighed and whispered, "Craig..."
Blinking hard, Newbie stared down into Curtis's face and saw that his dark eyes were open and lucid for the first time in what seemed like forever. His usual agoraphobic pallor had been replaced by a pink flush, highlighted by a fine sheen of sweat that made Newbie hungry to lick it off. Reminding himself that this was all in service to a friend, Newbie tamped down on the odd little possessiveness that had sprung to life. He was only here to comfort Curtis, help him work through the rough parts, and then hand him back over to Hope... right? Right.
But one little taste couldn't hurt, could it? As Curtis's eyelids slid shut again, Newbie closed the distance between them with a soft kiss. When Curtis only sighed again and moved his hips faster, Newbie ran his tongue across the prickly-roughness of Curtis's jaw and then around the shell of his ear. When he latched onto Curtis's earlobe and sucked it gently between his teeth, Curtis bowed up off the bed with a shout. The feel of Curtis's warm come bathing his cock wracked Newbie with shuddering pleasure. With an almost frantic lunge against Curtis's burning hot body, Newbie stiffened and came with a groan he discreetly muffled in Curtis's shoulder.
Lying next to Curtis, Newbie enjoyed the momentary release of all his fear and tension. He more than enjoyed it-- he reveled in it, would have rolled in it if he could have. It had been a long time since he had come so hard that he thought his eyes would pop out of his skull. He didn't really date a lot and his own hand could only do so much. He had to remind himself again that this was only temporary--*momentary*. Curtis belonged to Hope, and Newbie wouldn't do anything to try to change that, although he did have a brief fantasy of bringing Hope in here and having both of his former roommates at the same time. With a little snort and a mental warning that there was no fucking way *that* would ever happen, he nestled his head on the edge of Curtis's pillow and drifted off in an exhausted doze.
"Lassie... Lassie come hoooooommmme..." Newbie awakened with a start at the anguished wail. For a disoriented moment, he had no idea where he was...
"Lasssssiiieeeee!" Oh yeah, it was all coming back to him now. Pon Far.
"Curtis. Curtis...ssshhhh, it's okay, Curtis," said Newbie in a sympathetic but no nonsense tone. Petting the agitated man's chest with one hand in what he hoped was a soothing manner, Newbie reached over beside the bed for the damp cloth with the other. He cleaned Curtis off from top to bottom and then cleaned and redressed himself.
Asking Curtis if he wanted to go to the bathroom, Newbie got his mumbling friend in a somewhat upright position, but then Curtis broke out of Newbie's hold and stumbled across the room, collapsing against the wall and sliding to the floor. Shaking his head and letting out a long frustrated breath, Newbie decided that it was time to hand Curtis over to Hope. He'd done about all he could here.
Unlocking the door, Newbie let Hope into the bedroom and motioned to her boyfriend slumped in the far corner. "Nurture him. You know what to do."
Newbie watched as Hope made with the nurturing and Curtis mumbled, "Frooty, Frooty O's, Frooty O's." He was satisfied that Curtis's mind was finally off television when the pitiful man curled up on his girlfriend's lap and started apologizing... for just about everything. Peeing in the sink? Ewww. Maybe moving out wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Newbie turned to go back to his own life, but out in the hall he paused and looked back at Curtis. He had stopped apologizing short of mentioning anything that had to do with Newbie and was now rocking in Hope's lap. Newbie wasn't worried about Curtis now. He'd be all right...eventually.
The End.