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Lessons Learned	By : luna65 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pink Floyd Views: 919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Pink Floyd. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(Syd)
He was a slight anomaly in his family, the culmination of a certain genetic predisposition towards what could be considered perfection. His father, if asked, could have provided a thorough explanation of the phenomenon, of course, but David wasn’t concerned with the how or why so much as the what.

As in, what could be accomplished by what the consensus would surely term an incredibly attractive person. It was possible, if he was willing to make the effort, to manipulate the unconscious desires of nearly everyone he ever knew, of either sex. And it was difficult not to become cynical in the face of such knowledge.

He prided himself on refusing to resort to such measures unless absolutely required, or if he found himself in a situation where it seemed the only thing to do.

But the first time he found himself actually desiring to give pleasure as much as he wanted to receive it was during a night of merrymaking with one of his best mates. The utterly original Syd.

It was a gathering at David’s flat which quickly grew five times larger than originally planned, and at least half of those attendees were birds on the prowl for the host, or one of his mates. David had a number of close friends who enjoyed that particular perk of his acquaintance.

“So who’s it gonna be, then, Dave?” Syd teased as they shared a joint, sitting in a corner of the parlour.

“Dunno, Syd. It’s too early to decide.”

“Coo-ey!” Syd rejoined and David looked at him. Syd really did have incredibly expressive eyes, he realized. Or perhaps the hour was late and the smoke was making him consider things a little too seriously. David truly believed Syd was beautiful, always had ever since they’d first met at college. By then he was used to being considered as such, but had never thought of anyone else in that way, until Clive had called him over one day at lunch to meet this boy with wide eyes and an infectious giggle.

When Syd looked at you, you could feel it: a weight of expectation or curiosity or sometimes just plain affection. And yet, there was something weightless about him, as if he might float away at any moment, something otherworldy. But he said the same of his friend.

“You remind me of a faun,” he told David one day, watching him get ready for a gig. David felt himself blushing, and yet the occurrence was commonplace, but less so in the words of his elfin friend.

“What kind of fairy creature are you, I wonder?” David mused, with a smirk. He suddenly became self-conscious, turning away from the mirror and the appreciative gaze of the other.

Back in the moment they resided in a pleasant bubble of languid ease. Syd brushed his fingers against David’s knee.

“Let’s go outside,” he said, a smile forming on his full lips. David gave Syd one of his own.

“Yes, let’s.”

They went down the stairs, out the door and crossed the road to where the track leading to the Meadow began, leading through a grove of trees. They sat down in the damp grass, leaning against one of the large oaks. Looking over their shoulders they could see the lights on in David’s second-floor flat, music and conversation coming through the windows. Syd took another reefer out of his pocket, David handed him a matchbook. Once he lit it and took a couple hits, he swiveled David’s head towards his and gave him a blowback, smoke exhaled gently into his mouth. David puffed his cheeks, holding it in as long as he could, until he finally gasped for air. Syd giggled at him then did it again, but this time it resembled a kiss, their mouths fully upon one another. They were silent for a time after that, the air in front of them smoky and misty from their exhalations.

“D’ya think they’ll miss you?” Syd asked.

“The birds? I s’pose.”

“So who’s it gonna be?”

“Why don’t you stay?” David asked, smirking.

“Be rather suspicious, don’t you think?” Syd answered, with a certain coy humor.

“Nah,” David said, taking the joint from him for another inhale. “We’ll just tell ‘em we’ve got to rehearse for the grand tour.”

Syd chortled, then turned serious. “Do you really want me to come with?”

“Yes!” David exclaimed, a look of disbelief crossing his features. “You’re not going to get squirmy on me again, are you? You promised!”

“No, I’m coming. It’s just that sometimes I don’t think you’re real. Like if I looked away and back you’d be gone.”

David prodded Syd with an outstretched finger. “I’m real as, you’re the one who’s like a dandelion seed, if I blew on you who knows where you’d end up?”

They started giggling again, their heads touching.

“Stay,” David whispered. “Please.”

“And what will we do, Dave, once everyone’s gone?”

“Whatever you’d like.”

”You’ve got designs on me, lad, haven’t you?”

David grinned. The rules of the game had been established to make Syd coy and David brash, but the truth of it was that they were equally curious and eager to discover what it was like, to take one’s infatuation further than mere admiration. He put his face into Syd’s curls, breathing in his warmth.

“I do. Lovely designs.”

Syd moved away slightly, opening his mouth. David took a drag then leaned in and slowly exhaled the smoke into Syd’s mouth until they forgot the task and kissed, tongues mingling.

“Let’s clear everyone off,” Syd whispered after a time. “I’ve brought something fun.”

“Have you? By all means then, dear.”

No more games for the evening, as soon as the flat was empty Syd put on a blues record and shed his clothes, David was immediately covetous of that sweet lankiness, those bones covered with the loveliest warm silk. He eagerly followed suit and lay beside his friend on his bed, the two of them acquainting themselves with the fascinating geometry of the other.

“Will we do this when we’re away?” Syd asked, running his fingers across David’s chest in a sort of slow, dreamy motion.

“We’ll do whatever you like. S’going to be a top holiday.”

They kissed more seriously, first tentative then passionate, their mouths wide with the heady sensation of actual intimacy.

“You’re so lovely,” David whispered. “Want to nibble at you like a sweet.”

Syd giggled. “Silly thing, you’re the belle of Cambridge, aren’t you? People fainting in the street when you pass by and such.”

David grinned and tugged at Syd’s curls teasingly. “Hush, you prat.”

“S’true, though. Your name is whispered in reverence ‘round town. It’s quite a thing to find oneself in the arms of a demigod.”

“You’re the one deserves all that, not me. If they can’t see it, then they can get stuffed.”

“How ‘bout you, hmm? Want to get stuffed?”

David grinned, then giggled, eyes fluttering. “Gonna school me, sweetheart?”

Syd quirked an eyebrow as he moved lower in the bed, spreading David’s legs and coming to rest between them. “You’ve never?” he asked, a teasing lick placed upon David’s cock.

David giggled again, shaking his head. “No, I’ve never.”

“Never did it? Never had it done?” Syd placed a gentle kiss upon the very top of the glans, then ran his tongue along the edge, and David fell back with a groan.

“No, never,” he replied, suddenly breathless. “Been asked, but never wanted to.”

“Hmm, I bet there’s an enormous queue for that,” Syd quipped, this time running his tongue completely along the length and breathing heavily. David groaned again, it was the most incredible sensation of hot and cold all at the same time.

“As long as you’re at the head that’s all I need, sweet thing.”

“It appears I am.” Syd tilted his head to take it in completely, sliding his tongue against smooth skin and taunt muscle. David tasted much the same as anyone else but there was something uniquely himself, a certain flavour like bread, or brown ale. And the way he smelled, Syd imagined the best way to wake up would be with his face buried in David’s hair, the scent of his body clinging to Syd’s skin the rest of the day.

“Ah Christ!” David exclaimed, his body tightening. “Take it easy kid, or I’m liable to spurt.”

“But that’s the point, you know.”

David sat up, a look of surprise creasing his features. “You mean in your mouth?”

“Mmm hmm,” Syd responded, bowing his head to suck once more.

“Won’t take much, then,” David said, falling back again and grabbing the sides of the mattress.

“But first,” Syd announced, getting up from the bed and picking up his trousers from the floor. “This will make it even better.”

He extracted a small brown bottle from one of the pockets which was about half-full of liquid.

“Which kind is that?” David asked. “The last trip I took was on the Lightning Bug, and I spent all night just staring at me hands, like I couldn’t move. Wasn’t as interesting as the first, when we all sat around and thought we could remember being in the womb.”

“Really? Was I there?”

David frowned. “I don’t remember that. I do remember feeling like I understood everything, but of course by the next day it was all gone again.”

Syd returned to the bed, sitting cross-legged with the bottle cradled in one palm. “It’s sad, isn’t it? How it never lasts.”

“I don’t think it’s supposed to, lad. That’s why they call it a ‘trip.’ You go away, and then you come back.”

Syd sighed, fluffing his hair. “This kind makes everything rather sparkly, like looking through a kaleidoscope.”

He opened the bottle and placed a few drops upon his tongue from the dispenser, then handed it to David, who carefully shook off the excess liquid then licked the residue remaining.

“What manner of psychonaut are you?” Syd teased.

David grinned. “The most conservative kind. Don’t wanna be out of my head for this.”

“You won’t be, I promise.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said the last time and what did we do? Wandered around in that bloody field for three hours in the rain. Lucky we didn’t catch the croup!”

“Where’s your sense of adventure, Dave?”

“You’ll see,” David said, making sure the bottle was sealed, placing it on the bedside table. He then pulled on Syd’s arm until they were recumbent again, skin to skin and mouth to mouth. “I’ll be going somewhere I’ve never been before, to the wilds of Darkest Syd.”

They both giggled uncontrollably at that, their foreheads pressed together.

“Brought your helmet, did you?” Syd quipped, rubbing his thumb across the head of David’s cock.

“Indeed. But let me try it, lad, hmm? Let’s see how long you can stand it.”

Syd turned onto his back, spreading his legs and giving David an utterly seductive smile, one hand resting on his knee and the other on his chest. “Come get me, boy.”

David positioned himself and kissed each thigh with deep affection. “So soft,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against the skin.

Syd put his hands behind his head and murmured mmmm. His smile was entirely smug, but even so he was indescribably twee.

How does he do that? Look so perfect every moment?

More kisses, lightly placed upon the scrotum and moving upwards along the shaft. When David reached the head he suddenly opened his mouth wide and engulfed it fully, trying not to choke himself when he realized how full his mouth had become. Syd wasn’t helping matters as he squirmed and jerked in surprise. David smacked his chest and Syd forced himself to be still, though the feeling of that beautiful mouth actually sucking his cock was amazing. And to watch him do it, if everyone could know whom David Gilmour really wanted, wouldn’t that be a thing to brag about?

His pride swelled along with his erection and it didn’t matter that he was getting nicked by an incisor, or that David’s tongue felt rough in spots, or that the rhythm was off. He had captured the boy everyone wanted, he was desired in turn, and there was nothing which could ruin this moment of triumph.

The chemical worked its’ specific alchemy upon the two, as colors changed and deepened, and the light refracted into hundreds of diamond droplets. When Syd looked at David he had a kind of purple halo around his head. When David looked at Syd his face was gleaming gold. They each thought the other purely mythical and yet wholly tangible, the taste and the smell of heated flesh and pheromones in overdrive erasing other senses, their cries seemed to sound from miles away, the faintest of echoes. When Syd finally ejaculated David drank the bitter ambrosia with deep gratitude.

Put your hands on me, those golden hands of delight.

Syd pulled the cherub into his arms.

I’ll crush your wings if I hold you, but I cannot resist the proof that you’ve blessed me.

David kissed the deity, and marveled that his lips were so warm for a living icon.

Syd ran his tongue inside the cherub’s mouth, it was again that flavour of earthy sustenance.

David had stopped desiring to breathe, only wishing the swallow the deity whole, to bear the burden of perfection inside his own less-than-perfect form.

Syd waited for those wings to beat and bear them heavenward, but then became enraptured by the sound of the cherub’s breathing, a sound of ultimate and absolute peace.

The moment of release, it was always the same, no matter who brought it about. What happened before, and after, those were the points of difference, lending a hazy sheen of erotic giddiness and bittersweet longing to the situation.

Wanted them, wanted them all. And each had brought with them a completely new experience, even as the particulars were always the same. To please, to be pleased, to be ruled by his lust and to rule in turn by the imperative of sex and power and the ever-flowing river of desire, dark and deep and wild with possibility.

What had he learned? Lessons useful and useless in their turn, lessons which were pleasurable or painful, depending upon the context.

His face, that was an accident of genetics, or a divine gift, depending upon how one viewed it. His mind, and his will, those were formed over time by experience and information, and were far more valuable than the physicality which often mystified and repulsed him. But he prized the memories of his conquests, each like glittering jewels which broadcast to the most primordial instincts of human cupidity.

Syd’s skin like raw silk, and those curls framing the perfection of his face, wide-eyed and chiseled, his voice soft when thoughtful or ecstatic, his playful irreverence, his sense of merely visiting among the Earthlings and being amused by their antics, the creativity he displayed as easy as breathing. His curiosity manifesting itself as a crush which was eventually subsumed as the world sucked him dry, leaving a husk with haunted eyes.

Roger’s saucer gaze, eyes like a dusky sky, pouty lush lips aching to be kissed, exquisite bones David longed to grind to dust with the force of his desire, fingers which could pry the most reluctant of admissions from his body, all he had to do was touch David’s skin and it was as if the world was suddenly aflame and they lay in the center of the conflagration, melting together for all time like lava which then cools to brittle glass. His obsession with all the differences between them, and his desire to dominate his lover even as he could not understand him, seeking to destroy that which cannot be mastered.

James’ precious smile, his absolute intensity for David’s affection and regard, the color of his eyes like something delicious, his sweet face as it achieved the release only David could give him, the indulgent tone of his teasing, the worship of his assistance in every endeavor. His love: by turns unconditional, reluctant, and ultimately eternal.

Treasured it all, even as it had all gone wrong. But knowledge was not without price, so said wiser men than he.
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