Rock Rendezvous
Title: Rock Rendezvous
Rating: NC-17 (for a hint of angst and generally boys shagging each other’s brains out), PWPish (3200 words)
Pairing: Bela/Farin
Summary: does anyone know the song “Rock Rendezvous” (on “Runter mit den Spendierhosen, Unsichtbarer”). Here’s the story behind it.^^
Feedback: is the nourishment for every artist and I dearly hope I won’t starve. Just tell me what you think about the crap my sick little mind has come up with, I won’t eat you^^
Beta: none
A/N: This is my very first DÄ fic, which I wrote inspired by discovering DÄ slash… and ac certain song.
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I am cold. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it had been the cold I am used to, the cold which appears every time I leave the heat of the stage, or the comfortable warmth of the last night’s fling’s bed. No, Cold has gripped me with her cruel talons like a falcon would grab a pidgeon from the air, making every attempt to struggle effortless, never letting go.
Well, whom but myself could I blame? The seemingly endless months of tour stress, sucking life from me like the vampire I long to be? The dozens of groupies, male and female alike, that I have gotten laid over all those years? The one who introduced me to the other side of sex, his name long buried beneath the years, which must be more than twenty by now? Or the one who is the answer to the ‘why do you sit there huddled in a dark corner where nobody sees you, Bela?’, the one who has been my best friend for seventeen years, the one whom I fell in love with the day I first met him. Yeah, I remember that moment in Berlin, at the Ballhaus, two young punks sharing a beer because neither of us had money left for a whole one.
I never asked him about it, but fast it became clear to me that Jan was not the slightest bit queer. Yeah, sure, all those gay jokes, and implication which added to the band’s unique humour, but really, he knew I was bi and this was part of the usual teasing. Jan is the straighest man I’ve ever met. And that’s gonna be my death some day.
That some day is gonna be today, I realize, if I don’t do anything to get my mind off it. Time to change from poor Dirk to Fucking Felsenheimer, to the Bela B. who is able to transform the most fucked-up situation into a joke in an instant.
I walk over to the table, grab a pencil and a sheet of paper. Maybe it helps to write a song. About him and about me. how did it start? What could I say if I actually wanted to tell him, if I could work up the courage?
"Glaubst du an die Liebe auf den ersten Blick?
Mir ist sie passiert, und ich denk’ gern zurück
An unsre Anfangszeit
Denk ich daran erfüllt es mich immer mit Traurigkeit
Was warn wir fröhlich, unbeschwert, zu jedem Scheiß bereit
Doch etwas will ich dir gestehn, schon seit geraumer Zeit
Und heut ist es soweit...“
Hm, not bad for a start. That wasn’t too difficult, but it’s more an introduction. I sing it through again, trying out a drum pattern on my thighs, totally engrossed in my work, ignoring a slight rush of cold air, and do not hear anything except the sounds I make. When I have finished singing the already done part, I go on, starting to improvise the chorus.
”Farin, ich will…”
“Yeah, what d’you want, hm, Bela?” A terribly familiar voice, maybe two steps behind me, interrupts my chanting. Oh fuck.
I turn around on my chair very slowly. The last thing I want to see right now is his grinning face, at best full of pity for poor, queer Felse, in the worst case angry or even disgusted. Following my habit of anticipating the worst, I keep my head down, staring at my feet and study the suddenly oh-so-interesting pattern of the carpet. God, this is so - that’s the moment I realize in a few minutes’ time, I’ll have lost my long-time best friend forever. You don’t fall in love with your best friend, I almost hear him say, and you even more forbidden to want to have sex with them. At that realization, I can’t hold tears back anymore. I don’t sob audibly or anything, just let the tears run, tears of shame and embarassment, of pain and fear… I don’t know.
That’s when I feel a cool finger under my chin, lifting up my tear-stained face. When I finally look up, I’m surprised that there is nothing in his expression I feared. His eyes and mouth are serious, but just as gentle as his hands. The whole face shows that he cares what is up with me. It won’t be once he’s found out what I wanted to tell him for seventeen years.
“Hey, Bela… what’s up with you mate? So bad what you wanna tell me?” Holding my gaze with his, he asks again, but his tone is no longer joking, but infinitely gentle, almost caressing me. Most unusual for me, I try to shy away, but there is still his finger under my chin holding me up, and now another, wiping away my tears. There is no way to escape him, and maybe the cold will lessen once it’s out.
I bite my lip, then barely audibly whisper “I’m in love with you. I - I have been from the moment I first saw you and now…” my already frail voice fades into silence. I close my eyes awaiting the big blow - the yelling, the slap in my face, the foot in my bollocks - but somehow, he’s having none of these.
Instead, I feel his breth coming closer to my face, warm lips tentatively moving against mine, insecurely at first, but growing more and more confident in the process. His hands change position, glide to my cheeks, not holding, just resting there.
I feel something stir deep inside of me, like a chord which has just recently been strung. But as nice as this gentle caress is… I draw back, only to find a puzzled and hurt looking Jan in front of me. He blushes, obviously mortified, and moves to stand up and go. I catch a low “but… I thought that you…” which makes me grab his hand to stop him from walking away. “Jan - stay. Please. I don’t… I … It’s just… IthoughtyouwerestraightasadrumstickandIwondered…” I break off when I notice that I’m babbling.
He manages a small, sad smile. “Yeah, Felse, that’s just like you. You only see what you want to see and never question things. If you’d done the questioning in about ’81, you could’ve saved not only yourself, but the both of us, from Cold and groupies some years ago.”
Wait, wait, wait. He just didn’t say we’ve been having a crush on each other since 1981 and never acted on it??? I chuckle on that idioty and look at him again. He did say it. He’s actually serious! My gaze turns soft, and I see something break free in his eyes.
The next moment, we’re back together, kissing passionately and frantically pulling at each other’s clothes. Luckily, he wears a shirt I can rip open easily, even though one of the severed buttons just barely misses my eye, but I’m dressed in a thick wool sweater with a high turtleneck, not to mention the leather jacket.
Eventually, we’ve managed to free our upper bodies, moaning when our bare chests touch for the first dazzling time. Happy about my smaller body size for once, I start to caress his skin with my hands, mouth following their paths slowly but steadily southwards. I deeply inhale his scent, taste his skin on my tongue like I would a good red wine. His nipples are already furled into tight buds from the slightly chilly air, so I just lap at them before I bite, none too gently, and am rewarded with a low, throaty moan.
I go south further, until I’m on my knees, adoring his treasure trail over the faded jeans with mouth and tongue. Making use of my drummer abilities, I grab his ass hard with my one hand while opening belt and fly with the other. No underwear, though. When I chuckle at the lack of decent undergarnment, he looks down at me, and grins. “wash day”, is all he gets out before moaning loudly, because I’ve finally freed him from the confines of his jeans. I sit back for a moment, just looking at him. It’s not as if I hadn’t seen him naked before, but this time, he’s hard. - well, of course he is, but it’s because of me, because of what we’re doing. Because he’s dreamed of it for years, and it hasn’t left me alone in many nights, either.
It’s like a dream come true when I taste him for the first time, like a kid would lick a lolly. I take my time, deeply inhaling his musk and caressing every centimeter of him before swallowing him down to the root, which is not that easy even for a guy with my experience.
The sounds he makes are music in my ears, more beautiful than any song could probably be. But before he comes, I stop, pushing myself up from the kneeling position to help him step out of the discarded jeans and walk him to the sofa in the corner. “Wha’” I silence him with a kiss. “There’s better things to come, you know that, and I want you to be still hot and hungry for me, old man.you’re too old to keep hard all night.” Again, whatever he wants to say is smothered by kisses.
Suddenly, I’m rolled onto my back in fractions of a second, my arms pinned over my head, and Jan gaining the advantage position by straddling my still clothed hips. I realize there is no give when I attempt to struggle, my arm muscles straining in the effort. He’s really strong, I realize that for the first time. Just thinking of that sends a thrill surging through my body.
My surprise must have shown on my face, because he puts up a cheeky grin and murmurs in my ear “Guys like you should watch out if they wanna play with the Big Boys, Felse. They might be stronger’n you.” He thrusts his hips against mine to emphasise his point, which lets a groan escape from my throat, then shifts so he’s holding my wrists in one hand and now returns the favour of worshipping.
It feels like he traces the outlines of every single tattoo I have with the tip of this tongue, taking special care of the flames around nipple and navel and the stars on my side. When he has come to the nether tip of the belly flame, I wonder how he’s gonna manage my belt and fly with only one hand to spare. Hehe. Ooh - whoa… smart gymnasium student he is, he cooks up something with one hand and his mouth, which drives me insane, seeing him sprawled all about myself and with his eager mouth working down there when I’m not able to… well, do anything, really.
As another act of cruelty, he binds my hands with the newly discarded belt. As the cool leather touches my wrists and is pulled tight, erotic memories flow back into my already incoherent mind, bringing back serveral scenarios with some of my old doms. And a token from one of the more recent Jan, who still fights with my tight black leather pants which contrast wonderfully with his pale skin, is going to notice any second now. I close my eyes, grinning in anticipation. The pants are gone by now, and I don’t wear undies, anyway.
He nibbles down the flame again, not stopped by anything this time, and when I hear a sharp intake of breath, I know he’s looking at me.
“Never knew you had your dick pierced.” And it’s silver, like the rest of my jewelery, and when it was done, it was your name on my lips instead of my lover’s to quench the pain.
I open one eye, draw up one eyebrow at his cheeky grin. “Isn’t so bad as long as you don’t mind stopping things like wanking for a coupla months, y’know, Jan.” His face falls at the thought of not wanking for more than 24 hours, but I get the desired reaction from him. “Well, don’t you think you have to catch up on some things, hm?!” With those words, he bends down and just … swallows me in one gulp. Holy fuck! That man is… whoa!
What was left of my sanity has now gone out of the window, or has litterally been sucked out of me by my blond god.
But ever being the asshole I was to him, he leaves me off a second before my orgasm. “Y’know, Bela, there’s better things to come, and you know you’re too old to keep hard all night.”, he leers at me. The mewl I produce is rather pathetic and would be embarassing if anyone here would care, but luckily, we’re both a little too preoccupied right now. Jan shuffles up to kiss me, and I’d love to do something, anything, but my hands are still bound. As I think of that, a new thrill surges through me, straight to my groin and partly back to my lust-addled brain. “Jan… fuck me” is the most eloquent thing I can produce in this condition, horny as I am.
“Say it again, Bela.”he murmurs against my neck. I can’t believe how quiet he can get with a full hard-on.
“Wha’?”
“I wanna hear it again.”
You know, I’m not a bottom. He knows that because we talked about that a coupla times. As long as I’m not in a BDSM play or relationship, I do not bottom, sub or anything. I love the thrill of being dominated as long as I know that it’s a game, but with ‘normal’ things, I’m a textbook top, a control freak. Yet…
“I want you to fuck me, Jan. Now. Here. Long, hard and dirty.” When did my voice get so raspy?
I don’t regret throwing my principles into the garbage at all when I hear his moan directly under my ear. In seconds, the dragon in him that had started to nap is back again on full force, embracing me in its flames of raw hunger and burning lust.
Feverishly, he ravages my body once again with his mouth and hands, almost neglecting my cock, he just sucks in the ring and plays on it with his tongue, which is enough to bring me to the brink of control already. I don’t even notice him tilting my hips up with both hands until he starts licking around my entrance, eventually stabbing his tongue deeply in, which makes me arch my back and spread my legs ever wider to give him better access.
Seems he’s taking the same delight in this as I do, and if he does, he’s not going to last much longer, either. Which would be bad, because we’re too old to recover immediately, and I don’t want him to come anywhere but in me.
Somehow he senses that I’m growing impatient, because he pulls off, somewhat breathless. God, he’s sexy like that, all sweaty and shining. “You have anything with you?” I point to my leather jacket on the floor beside the couch. Thank god I always have something pre-lubed with me, and prepped I am. Hell, I’ve been ready for 17 years, that should be enough of foreplay…
Since I’m still bound, he puts on the condom himself, then pulls up my legs to my chest. I shiver with anticipation, in my entire life I’ve never wanted anything so badly. Jan leans over me, penetrating my mouth and my ass at the same time, pushing away the last crumbles of sanity I was clinging on to until now. Both of the rhythms match perfectly , his tongue a mirror image of what is happening lower. When he brushes my prostate for the first time, I cry out loudly so everyone till Oz must have heard it, and frankly I don’t care anymore, I’m too far gone in this swirling haze of passion and overwhelming feelings.
I feel him shiver above me. As I hear him moan my name repeatedly, and a breathless “fuck - I love you…” when he reaches orgasm, this sends me over the edge, to, and I come hard, my semen putting out the flames adorning my belly.
He gently pulls out and throws the condom into a trash bin at the foot of the sofa, then snuggles up to me. It’s the first time ever he fits under my chin as he clings to me, our scents mingling to the unbelievable feel-good aroma of sex. We stay like this a few minutes, until I’m getting cold again. But this time, the cold’s not as bad because I know I have someone to warm me.
But still, it’s cold, and I’m not keen of waking up with pneumonia. Dazed, I get up on unsteady feet to retrieve a blanket from a cupboard across the room. Of course, it has to be in the lowest section, I just can’t resist the opportunity to bend at the hip, which is complimented by a few appreciative noises from the couch. Having found what I had sought, I trudge over to my… lover again, to lie down curled against his side, with my head on his chest and all of my tattoos hidden under the cozy blanket, content. “I love you too” is the only thing I can whisper before an exhausted sleep claims me.
Some time later, I am woken by the creaking of the door. As I see Jan is up, too, I resume my former position and snuggle deeper. I give a shit about whoever is disturbing us.
“Hey, Farin!” mmm, that’s Rod. Piss off, wanker.
“Sorry if I disturbed you, didn’t want to”. Yeah, but you did. Now get a grip and get out.
“Just wanted to get my cigs from in here… well, well, Mr Urlaub, not alone this night, I see. Who is the nice lady? That’s your newest conquest, yeah?”
Okay, that’s enough, Mr Gonzalez. I turn my head so he can see my face, and let the blanket slip from my shoulder to reveal tattoos. I leave no doubt that it’s me who is cuddled to our guitarist.
Shocked silence. “Farin?” “Nah, Bela’s the name.” “Bela?” “Yeah. And now stop gawking and move your ass out, because if this door isn’t bolted from the outside in a few seconds, Big Bad Felsenheimer’s gonna come out and fuck it.”
Two seconds later, the only sounds in the room are the two slightly different breath rhythms of Jan, my lover, and me.
*~oOo~*
The next day, “Rock Rendezvous” was written, with some changes to accommodate the usual humour of the band and to pull it up as a joke. It became Track 14 of the 2000 Album “Runter mit den Spendierhosen, Unsichtbarer” by Die Ärzte. There are many people who think Bela B. Felsenheimer has slightly exaggerated with this song, but for slashers, it is one of the things that follow the rule of Slash writing Itself.
Sequel: Rock Rendezvous - Es wird eng