Title: Going home time
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: The Cure/Orgy (RPS)
Pairing: Simon Gallup/Paige Haley/Amir Derakh
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, crossover
Summary: You never know who you're going to meet in a pub.

The following story is a mere work of F I C T I O N, meaning it is 100% made up. None of the situations described here ever happened, and even if they did, I have no way of knowing. This is not about spreading rumours or, worse, libel. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I am NOT claiming they did what I wrote. I use their "public personas" and build stories around them as if they were fictional characters.

Going home time

A light curtain of smoke filled the club. It wasn't one of the places they usually went to and Amir didn't like it at all. The music, the people, even the bartender, ha hated everything about it.

"Why don't we just go back to the hotel?" he had asked, but Paige had insisted he wanted something to drink and practically dragged him inside. "Any place would do" he had mumbled as he'd grabbed his hand and led him to the bar. Now Amir sat sulking next to his bandmate not even enjoying his drink, fingertips nervously tapping on the half empty glass.

"C'mon Mir, don't be like that. You're acting like a spoilt kid." Paige said nudging him lightly before gulping down the remainder of his third vodka.

"So *I* am the spoilt kid" Amir remarked "I'm not the one who wanted to come here sooo much 'cos I'm thirsty *now* and I wanna drink *now*"

"Ok, ok" Paige replied raising his hands and giving up discussing any longer "let's go."

He had just got to his feet when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "'ey Rob! Wot 're ya doin' 'ere? " someone with a vague Cockney accent said and Paige turned to see who the unknown voice belonged to. "Oh sorry, I thought you were someone else" the slim, dark-haired man apologised and turned to leave, but Paige stopped him "Wait! You...you're Simon...Simon Gallup, the Cure bassist, aren't you?"

"Uhm...yeah, so I'm told" Simon answered looking him up and down "You a fan?"

"Yeah. I saw your gig last night, it was amazing" Paige happily went on chatting, completely forgetting the now visibly bored Amir who was standing behind him, arms folded and tapping his foot impatiently. He hadn't even bothered looking up at the intruder. "But...did you really think I was Robert?" Paige asked, feeling both amused and flattered: Robert Smith was still his idol after all.

"Well, ya know...smoke...flashing lights...too much lager...they make ya do funny things. I could even say your friend's a guy."

"I *am* a guy" Amir snapped, shooting him an annoyed look "and now, if you don't mind, we were just about to go, weren't we Paige?"

"Aww...can't you wait 5 minutes, Mir? 5 minutes and we're off, I promise" he begged, sounding like a child who doesn't want to go back home after a day spent at the playground. Seeing that his pleas weren't having the desired effect he leaned in and whispered something in Amir's ear, causing him to grin and nod slowly. "Okay?" he asked pulling away.

"If that's the way you're gonna make it up to me later I can hold on" Amir answered under his breath with a sly smile. He casually glanced at Simon again and was startled by the expression on his face: the bassist was studying every inch of his face and body literally undressing him with his eyes. A big red alarm sign lit up in Amir's head as his full mouth curved into a devilish smile. "What...?" the guitarist asked trying his best to sound calm and natural.

"Oh nothing, I just like your hair" Simon said quietly, reaching out and taking a two-toned lock in his fingers, slowly toying with it, his dark brown eyes never leaving Amir's. He suddenly let go of it and turned his attention back to Paige. "So you said you're in a band too..."

Amir was very relieved for the change of subject, the mere presence of this man disturbed him. He didn't really take part in the conversation but he froze at the last words he heard.

"Why don't you show me how you play..."

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The night was cool as they left the club, the air smelled of rain and damp grass. Amir looked up at the sky. Grey clouds framed the thin crescent, bright yellow against velvet black. As he watched a bat fluttered above his head and disappeared behind a tree. He sighed.

An arm wrapped firmly around his waist and he rested his head on his friend's shoulder, sighing once more. "Why do you want to go with him?" he breathed, just loud enough for Paige to hear "I hoped we could be alone tonight."

"Don't worry, Mir" Paige answered hugging him tighter "I'll be all yours when we get back to the hotel. Remember that promise I made."

Amir smiled and closed his eyes, letting Paige guide him through the darkness. When he reopened them he saw Simon leaning against a wall staring at him. As they made eye contact the bassist smiled at him and Amir felt himself blush: it wasn't the cheeky grin he had seen before at the club, this was a sweet, gentle smile. Simon looked totally different now, the moonlight softened his features and a few shadows danced upon his face, like butterflies flitting around a flower. Amir couldn't quite believe he had thought of him as an annoying dork that was going to spoil his night just a few minutes ago. He couldn't help but smile in return.

"Well" Simon said diving his hands into his pockets "I'm afraid we won't be able to play anything: I just realised all our things got packed up and they're probably flying back to Europe right now. I'm an idiot."

"Oh, that's too bad, I'll never get a chance to play with you again" Paige replied pouting then shrugged "I guess this is goodnight then."

"We can hang around for a bit if you want, you know, drink something" Amir broke in, surprising both bassists with his words. As if to justify himself he hurriedly added "I didn't quite enjoy my drink before, you know...and I'm thirsty now."

Simon's eyes lit up "My hotel is just ten minutes away..."

Amir stared up at Paige, eyes asking an unspoken question and the black-haired man nodded, still a little puzzled about Amir's sudden mood swing. "I thought you wanted to go back as soon as possible" he whispered in his ear as they began walking, lips brushing the lobe and sending a shiver down the guitarist's spine.

"Uhm...I changed my mind" Amir purred, tilting his head to look him in the eye "Just thought he could help you out with that promise."

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"Are you sure?" Paige whispered to Amir as they sat down on the edge of Simon's bed, fingers brushing a blond and black lock of hair away from his friend's face.

"Mm-hmm" Amir murmured snuggling closer and pressing a soft kiss on Paige's neck "There's something about him, he's...intriguing..."

Simon poked his head in the room and smiled at the two cuddling on his bed. "Hey, I'm sorry I haven't got much left to drink, I'll call room service..."

"Don't worry" Amir said rising slowly from the bed and stepped closer, his movements catlike "I'm not thirsty anymore. I'm more...hungry now."

"Oh" Mere inches were separating their bodies, Simon could feel the other's heat, see the gleam in his dark eyes, hear him breathe in...out...slowly. "Anything in particular you'd like?"

"You." A barely audible whisper answered his question as their lips touched, Amir's hands cupping Simon's face, eyes closed to savour the moment, taste him better. Lager, smoke. Something else. So different from Paige.

Paige. Amir broke the kiss and turned. His raven-haired bassist was still sitting on the bed, silently enjoying the scene. "You should taste him too." Amir took Simon's hand and tugged him gently, leading him to his waiting bandmate. Simon sat down placing his palms flat against the mattress and leaned forward.

"Yeah, taste me."

Paige didn't need to be told twice. He licked his lips and captured Simon's mouth in a searing kiss, tongue sneaking inside, probing, teasing. Simon felt Amir sit down behind him, hands stroking his chest and undoing the buttons of his shirt.

'Two versus one...this isn't fair' he thought, moaning against Paige's mouth as fingers brushed teasingly over his nipples 'mmh...not that I'm complaining...'

Done with the shirt, Amir dropped it to the floor and began kissing Simon's neck and shoulders, licking and nibbling as his hands slowly explored the bassist's body; his chest, stomach, lower. Simon gasped as the guitarist reached his groin as started rubbing him through his trousers.

"You like this, don't you?" Amir breathed in his ear, getting a nod and a strangled moan in reply as he cupped Simon's cock and rubbed harder "What were you thinking of at the club? You wanted to fuck me, didn't you? Drag me in the nearest toilet and slam me against the wall, fuck me until I screamed." Simon let his head fall back against Amir's shoulder, eyes shut. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt a tongue tracing the outline of his lobe, another one creeping up his throat. "It's gonna be the other way round, baby..."

Amir let go of him and stood up, causing him to fall back on the bed. Paige quickly removed Simon's trousers and underwear while the English man stared at Amir stripping, mesmerized. Once naked the guitarist grabbed the now shirtless Paige and pushed him down on the dark quilt, quickly pulling his leather pants off. He turned to Simon, dark eyes shining evilly "Look…" He bent down and flicked his tongue over Paige's lips, kissing him briefly then moving slowly to his neck, his chest, stopping at a nipple, biting, sucking. The bassist hissed and arched his back, hands threading themselves into Amir's hair before the guitarist grabbed his wrists and pinned him firmly to the mattress. He moved lower, lower, until he found his target.

Paige felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as Amir took his hard cock in his mouth, tongue stroking along its length, touching each of his most sensitive spots. Simon's gaze was glued to the moist lips moving up and down, the pink glistening tongue sneaking out to tease the head, drawing strangled whimpers from Paige's throat. It didn't take long before he reached his climax, moaning loudly his friend's name as he came in his mouth, Amir's eyes on Simon all the time. As Paige stopped trembling the guitarist sat up licking his lips and leaned over Simon, his hands on the bed on either side of his face, the black tips of his hair brushing his skin.

"Your turn now..."

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'God, his eyes...' Simon was lost in the brown depths hovering above and realised his hands were moving only when he found himself cupping Amir's face and pulling him down for a kiss, his tongue still tasting of Paige. 'And his mouth...' Instinct guided his actions making him surrender to his senses. His body was begging to be pleased. But it wasn't enough.

"You want me?" The bassist didn't even hear Amir's words, he was too busy trying to reach his mouth again. His mouth, his tongue. Simon couldn't think of anything else, couldn't think at all. "Well, pretty boy? Do you?" Brown eyes blinked. A hand stroked his cheek, ran down the side of his neck, fingertips brushing his collarbone.

"Fuck me."

Soft warmth slowly descending along his body, stopping whenever the guitarist got a stronger response. Throat. Nipples. Navel. Teeth nipping at the skin of his stomach, hands rubbing his thighs.

"Please..."

Drawn out moans as lips finally closed around him, just enough to make him beg for more, teasing, sliding down an inch and going back up.

"More..."

Firm hands stopped him from thrusting his hips as Amir's tongue kept torturing him, playing with his head again. Tiny kisses, thumb running slowly along the underside, base to tip. Simon was on the verge of tears. He turned his face to the side and saw Paige laying naked next to him, looking at them intently. He reached out and touched his cheek, the black-haired man nuzzling his palm and leaning closer until their lips met.

"Naughty boy" Amir's voice was amused as he spread the bassist's legs. "You have lube?"

Simon reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to mutter a barely audible "Drawer" followed by a hiss as Paige bit down on his neck. Retrieving what he was looking for, Amir squeezed some onto his fingers and looked down at the two creatures lying on the bed, lips attacking each other's, hands lost in thick dark hair or roaming over tensed flesh. Simon gasped as he felt one slick finger slip inside of him, twisting gently and getting deeper. He pressed his flushed face to Paige's shoulder, panting. A warm hand trailed slowly down his stomach, tickling his side before running over his hip and grabbing him.

"Paige!" He clung to the other bassist, eyes shut tight, breathless. Slow strokes, so slow; he tried to stifle his whimpers against the soft chest supporting him. No use. Paige freed himself from Simon's arms and bent over him, lips following the path his hand had previously traced. Simon's head fell back on the pillow and he was slammed down on the mattress as Amir pushed inside, leaving him open-mouthed in a silent scream. A shudder wracked his whole body as Paige licked and blew softly on his heated flesh, tongue tracing every inch of him. Tears did slide down his cheeks this time.

"Aww, poor baby." Amir's deep voice mocked as he reached out to ruffle Simon's hair gently before tangling his hand into it, holding his head firmly against the pillow and exposing his neck. He bent down and licked it, tasting the salt on his damp skin. "Let's give him what he wants." He raised the bassist's legs until the calves were resting on his shoulders and began to pound hard into him, while Paige was trying to suck him, keeping up with his bandmate's increasing thrusts. Simon could hardly breathe; an unbearable heat, both inside and outside, swallowed him whole, burning his already overloaded senses. He finally found his voice and screamed his release at the two demons sharing his bed, Amir still moving upon him. He was only faintly aware of the guitarist's orgasm, mere seconds later.

The bed shifted as they settled on either side of him, exhausted; he tentatively opened his eyes, just enough to see a mass of black hair on the cushion in front of him. He smiled and snuggled closer, mumbling softly in his post-orgasmic slumber. "Robert..."

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July 2001/January 2002


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