Rock Rendezvous - Es wird eng
Rock Rendezvous - Es wird eng
Bela liked the internet. It was a good, efficient way to communicate, and besides, it gave him something to do on tour. In the long hours spent in the bus, driving from one city to the next, or in anonymous hotel rooms, it was always fun to discover something more absurd than some of his comics. And that was an accomplishment, because few things beat aliens that used their penises as swords. So what if he had a somewhat… odd taste. He was odd, he liked it, and it wasn’t like the other two thirds of the band were any better, in their way. Farin, for example, liked to take at least one or two weird, abstract paintings with him, to have something stark and nihilistic to make him feel at home in hotels. And he wasn’t even going to think about Rod’s unhealthy obsession with his bass…
One day, the tour had just started, he was sitting in Farin’s hotel room with his laptop on his knees, surfing the ‘net idly, since they’d be going nowhere in the next few days. Farin had new paintings with him, and they were disturbing him with the sheer amount of nothingness on the canvas, but the blonde seemed to like them, because he kept glancing up at them while he was writing some letter. Thank god they were finally back to just hanging out with each other for comfort. It was one of the things, Bela realized, that he’d missed most about Jan’s Big Journey To Basically Everywhere. And the time before that, too, when they’d been drifting apart. Hotel rooms were so much easier to bear when he wasn’t alone, even if they had creepy paintings in them.
Randomly clicking through profiles on studivz, he stumbled over someone’s personal homepage that made him frown. He should have stopped on the Warnings page, shouldn’t have clicked the big picture of himself and his bandmates. Well, too late, and now, some clicks later, he found himself somewhere that made him grin and squirm uncomfortably at the same time.
He cleared his throat. ‘Um… Jan?’
‘Yeah?’ the blonde said absently, not even bothering to look up from his letter.
‘You have to take a look at this here.’
Farin plopped the cap on his pen with a sigh and looked at him mournfully. ‘Is it really that important?’ he lamented dramatically, ‘Will the universe collapse if I don’t look at whatever sick shit you found immediately?’
Bela just grinned. ‘Yes.’
With another sigh, Farin hoisted himself up from the bed and came across the room to where Bela was lounging on the floor. Standing right over him, his legs seemed ridiculously long from Bela’s point of view, which conveniently wasn’t in crotch height for once. ‘What’s up?’
Bela patted the spot beside him, and the other man hunkered down on the carpet.
‘See?’ he pointed at the screen . ‘Apparently, some girl has gone completely mad and wrote some… what’s it called? Fan fiction? …about us.’
‘She wrote what?’ Farin curiously leaned closer to his friend in an attempt to read what was on the screen.
‘Fan fiction. You know, stories containing popular characters or something, by fans. She calls it Slash.’
The blond frowned. ‘Why that? Isn’t a slash that diagonal thing?’
‘Dunno. But I think this Slash thingy is… well… it’s gay.’
Suddenly, Bela felt, more then heard his friend’s convulsive laughter. Farin caught Bela’s scowl, and tried to straighten his face - only to break out in giggling again. ‘Impossible. Lemme see.’
Wordlessly, Bela handed over the laptop.
Title: Rock Rendezvous
Farin turned to him, one eyebrow raised. ‘Gee, Bela,’ he grinned, ‘you know, I always wondered why in the world you had to write this song! And in retrospect… I wonder even harder why we put it on the CD. Were you drunk?’
Bela shrugged. ‘Probably… and Rod, too, if I was. What surprises me is that you want it on the damn set list every tour! Good thing Rod talked you out of it this time.’
Rating: NC-17 (for a hint of angst and generally boys shagging each other’s brains out)
‘NC-17, isn’t that…?!’
Bela felt himself blush, much to his embarrassment. For fuck’s sake, he was the one who used to publish loads of adult comics, and now he was blushing over that? ‘Yeah. Porn, essentially.’ Ridiculous.
‘Of us? Why…’ Farin looked confused, then turned to Bela with a slight frown. ‘You really do need to stop humping me in public, you know.’
Bela just absentmindedly shot back a ‘Votze.’ What else could he say?
‘Witty, Felse.’ The blonde replied, and the frown was replaced by lots of eyebrow waggling. ‘Besides, I think we’ll see about that later in the story.’
Pairing: Bela/Farin
‘Fascinating, really. You want me to read it out loud?’
‘No, thanks, really. I think I’m old enough to read myself.’ Bela leaned over to be able to read off the screen, for once trying not to touch his friend more than was necessary.
Farin scrolled down a little, to the beginning of the story, and started to read.
After Bela had read the first paragraph, he groaned. ‘If I ever talk like this, punch me, okay? Jesus…’ He didn’t get an answer, though.
They read silently for a few lines, with Bela mumbling ‘I totally didn’t write it like that.’ in an offended tone, then Farin started to giggle again. ‘What a timing! I suppose a timing like that would never happen to me in reality…’
Bela, who had read some lines further, added ‘And you’d probably manage to stab your finger into my eye instead of gently putting it under my chin, you klutz…’
Although he wouldn’t admit it even to himself, Bela found himself squirm uncomfortably on the floor as the story continued - he really should stop checking out every other fast food store they passed on the way, his pants were getting too tight.
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‘ - You know what would be kind of funny?’ Farin said when they’d finished.
Bela looked at him suspiciously. That tone wasn’t one that held something good in store for anyone involved, generally. ‘What?’
‘If we re-enacted this.’
‘Excuse me?’ Was he fucking insane?
A blush was creeping up into Farin’s face, but he held Bela’s disbelieving gaze. ‘Why not?’
Bela desperately searched for a trace of sarcasm in Farin’s voice - without success. ‘You’re not serious.’
Farin raised an eyebrow and just looked at him for a moment. ‘Do I look like I’m not? Besides, have you never wondered what it feels like?’
‘What what feels like?’
‘Gay sex.’ Farin was blushing more deeply with every word, color having long surpassed Bela’s. With the contrast of the bleached hair, his head looked like it was about to explode.
Only knowing what Farin was suggesting was barely tolerable, but hearing it was like a blow in the face. Bela was speechless for a moment. ‘ I… I know what it feels like, idiot? Don’t you remember? ‘Edith, eine deutsche Hausfrau’? Back in the day?’
Farin just shrugged. ‘You kissed guys. So what? Who hasn’t done that, actually.’ Bela stared at him with his mouth hanging open even more. Farin had… no. If there ever was someone as much in denial about a remotely homosexual side to them, it was Farin. On stage, maybe, but in private?
‘That wasn’t the real thing. Have you never wanted to know what it feels like all the way?’ Farin’s voice dropped to a low, seductive and ridiculously sexy tone. ‘Or are you just afraid?’ Steel blue eyes locked with green ones. They stared at each other for long moments, till Farin offered softly ‘You can say stop anytime.’
Bela sighed and lowered his head in defeat. There was no point in resisting Farin when he was like that, he knew well from experience. What Farin wanted, he got, the stubborn bastard. He nervously licked his lips, trying to make it not obvious because Farin was so close already and this would be sending all kinds of signals he’d rather avoid. As on cue, fingers slid beneath his chin, interrupting this thoughts. They were neither cool nor soft, but gentle they were. He could feel the tips, hardened from handling guitars for decades scrape over the light stubble, linger over his pulsepoint, then tip his head up.
‘Let’s just… leave out the dialogue, ok? You know I suck at acting.’, Farin whispered in his ear. Bela couldn’t help smiling suddenly, the tension began falling off him. ‘We’ll see what you do suck at later.’ He whispered back, trying to not think about what he’d just said because it was Farin, Jan and teasing was what they did, except now it was all different. Farin giggled low in his throat, then shut him up with a soft kiss on the lips.
Bela tried to blend out the thought that it was a man, that it was his best friend who was kissing him right now. He tried to replace Farin with the image of a woman but… it was too different. Not soft, sweet, the other man’s lips were thinner and -
Farin stopped his gentle caress. ‘Bela? You still here? You know, it doesn’t work with just one person.’
‘I know. It’s just… weird.’
Farin laughed. ‘Of course it is. We’re weird - that’s the fun about it! Where’s your sense of adventure? C’mon, relax. Close your eyes. Trust me.’
‘The last time you said that, you pushed me off the stage.’ Bela replied. It earned him a raised eyebrow and a light slap on the arm.
‘Fuck you. I won’t hurt you.’
Bela closed his eyes, sighed. He wondered why Farin could make him do anything. Maybe he just had the better arguments. Had there been any arguments? - Maybe Farin just had the right tactic of simply surprising his unsuspecting victims.
Suddenly, without warning, he was attacked, with Jan, Farin, all over him - nibbling, touching, kissing. Hands started at his shoulders, down to his stomach and up again under his shirt, flattening on his chest while Jan’s mouth devoured his, tugged at the bottom lip, the tongue begging entrance. And Bela found himself getting lost in the caresses, found himself responding wantonly. Lust was something he knew how to deal with…
Bela’s hands slowly glid under the hem of Farin’s t-shirt without thinking, and encountered warm skin. A shiver ran through the blond’s body as he traced up the spine, baring the broad back more and more and pressing Farin closer, until god, he could feel him hard against his erection, and that was so weird but wonderful and he couldn’t stop rubbing against that like a horny teenager. The t-shirt went off, finally, and Bela took only a second to revel how much more naked Farin seemed than himself, stark and minimalist like the paintings and most everything Farin did.
Farin’s lips left his mouth, to hungrily roam his face and neck, just like his hands shifted to work on the buttons of the Bela’s shirt. It soon hung open, and the assault on Bela’s senses continued over his chest. He let himself fall back with a moan, could feel Farin looming over him, the hot tongue toying with his nipple ring before playfully biting down on the flames.
Just over his belt, Farin stopped. ‘Felse. Bela’ he whispered, his voice hoarse. ‘Open your eyes. This is crossing the line.’ Bela could hear him swallow hard. ‘I want you to look at me now.’
With almost superhuman effort, Bela opened his eyes. There he was, mouth just centimeters from his skin, the blue eyes clouded, dark with lust, and incredibly intense. They locked with his again, while long deft fingers worked on his belt, then his jeans, and Bela’s head went light when he was finally freed from the tight restraint the fabric had had on him.
Farin handled him carefully, reverendly, and his fingers felt almost cool against the overheated skin. A small gasp of surprise came from Jan, Bela had been waiting for it.
‘You really have your dick pierced.’ Another sharp breath, eyes wide, one eyebrow raised, as the hand slid down again. ‘ - Twice! Oh my god.’
‘You knew about that one, though.’ Bela croaked.
‘Well…’ Farin frowned. ‘Maybe I did. Maybe I suppressed the knowledge. But seeing it up this close is… different.’ He hesitated.
Bela reached down to cup Farin’s cheek. ‘You know, you don’t have to. It’s okay.’
‘You don’t have to be all gentleman-like here, you know?’ Farin’s eyebrows pulled together, he looked like he was concentrating on some kind of exotic animal he was studying. Or something. ‘No, really, this is something I’ve always wanted to try.’ At Bela’s disbelieving scoff, he grinned a little, and blushed again. ‘Seriously. A hundred things to do before you die, you know… Let’s see if that girl is correct on more than one guess.’ He added with a smile that almost bordered on cheeky and would’ve been contagious if the whole situation hadn’t been so… strange.
And with a strangely confident expression in his eyes, he returned his attention on Bela’s cock, blew hot air over it before carefully taking the head into his mouth - his eyes were still looking at the man under him, watched him lose his control from his tentative actions.
It was clumsy, messy as hell, but Bela couldn’t tear his eyes away from Farin crouched between his knees and his cock between the blonde’s lips and Farin’s hands on his hips too keep him from thrusting up too much. God, that had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
‘Jan,’ he managed to gasp out between moans, ‘I… c’mere, Jan…’ and pulled him up to him by the shoulder, moaning the loss of that hot mouth on him but wanting more intimacy, preferably here and now and as fast as possible, on the white hotel room carpet under the watchful eye of the creepster paintings, even.
The touch, body against hot body, was electrifying, and they rolled around between the bed and the table, trying to increase contact to the max but still struggling to keep the upper hand over the other one. Finally, Bela ended up on top, straddling Farin’s waist so their dicks were touching, side by side, and he found himself unable to stop rubbing against him like a randy teenager. ‘Jesus’, he groaned and bit down hard into the smooth, perfect flesh, determined to leave a mark on the unblemished canvas that was Farin’s chest. Farin arched up into the bite, with a string of obscenities falling freely from his kiss-swollen lips.
With difficulty, Bela tore his hand away from Farin’s side where his short fingernails had drawn red lines from ribcage to hips, and wrapped it around both their cocks. ‘Fucking goddamn hell, Bela.’ Farin breathed into his ear before he bit into the lobe, and within moments they were both coming, Farin’s arms tightening around Bela, staring at him in wonderment.
For a few moments, the world stood still as Bela stared back, wide-eyed. Then the ticking of the clock penetrated his mind, and shuffling steps outside the door. And, out of the blue, something that sounded like a hiccup from somewhere close. Farin had started to giggle. And wouldn’t stop, either, but rather gained in strength until he was shaking helplessly under Bela, who was wondering what the hell was wrong.
‘If you do this all the time, there’ll be no repeating this’, he frowned, which made Farin only laugh harder.
‘It’s just..’ he tried to explain between fits of hilarity, ‘it’s… ahahahahah… nothing really, just… oh god, look at your face!’ - since Bela had, distracted by figuring that lunatic out, raised his sticky hand to his mouth absentmindedly to clean it, and, when the come touched his tongue, pulled a face at the taste that sent Farin into yet another giggle fit.
Fortunately, he started to sober up a little when he saw Bela wiping his come-smeared hand on Farin’s shirt - served him right.
‘It’s just,’ he said, struggling to keep at least a halfway decent imitation of a straight face. ‘Why did we never do this before? Not once in almost 30 years, and with all the pretending on stage… and then some girl comes along and BOOM…’ He started to laugh again, and this time it was contagious. The corners of Bela’s mouth were starting to twitch involuntarily. ‘- BOOM! There we go! 25 years of foreplay, goddamn, Felse, that’s gotta be a record or something.!’ He poked Bela in the side. ‘Come on, let yourself go, this is funny!’
The longer he thought about it, the funnier it got, especially with the poking, and soon they were rolling around on the floor again, tickling each other and laughing like maniacs, loud enough to scare Rod off who’d wisely listened at the door for a few seconds before deciding that knocking would be pointless, anyway. God knew what the two of them were up to again.
Shaking his head, Rod went back to his room where Lüde was waiting for him. Who cared about Bela and Farin, anyway?
‘You know,’ Farin said when he’d eventually landed half on top of Bela, and propped his chin up on his hand. ‘If I were twenty years younger, I’d do you properly right now. Even if there’s carpet lint stuck all over me. And you.’ He smiled lazily.
‘Good thing you’re not 25, then,’ Bela replied with a raised eyebrow that could’ve rivalled Farin at his best. ‘Because my poor back would definitely not survive any more sex on this fucking carpet.’
Farin sighed and hiccupped a little.
‘Come on, you lint monster.’ Bela struggled to his feet and let himself drop onto the huge, soft bed with all the grace of a falling oak. ‘This is nicer and you know it. There’s even pillows. And a headboard you can tie me to later.’ And he wouldn’t feel so watched by the paintings under some sheets, but he didn’t say that.
Farin groaned and crawled next to Bela, pulling the blanket with him like a small boy, and cuddled close.
‘Jan?’ Bela murmured just before he fell asleep, but a grunt was the only answer he got. Still, he continued, ‘if Rod knocks, give him hell, ok?’ Then, with a huge yawn, he dozed off in Farin’s warm embrace.
The next evening, when Farin grabbed his ass on stage, Bela was glad to have his back facing the audience. Because what the shit-eating grin and the slight wince combined meant was, let’s face it, not too hard to interpret.
What Bela never found out was that his feeling of being watched had been reasonable. But then, who cared about a handful of people sharing a homemade porno about him over the internet, anyway? After all, the internet was a good, efficient way to communicate.
Bela liked the internet. It was a good, efficient way to communicate, and besides, it gave him something to do on tour. In the long hours spent in the bus, driving from one city to the next, or in anonymous hotel rooms, it was always fun to discover something more absurd than some of his comics. And that was an accomplishment, because few things beat aliens that used their penises as swords. So what if he had a somewhat… odd taste. He was odd, he liked it, and it wasn’t like the other two thirds of the band were any better, in their way. Farin, for example, liked to take at least one or two weird, abstract paintings with him, to have something stark and nihilistic to make him feel at home in hotels. And he wasn’t even going to think about Rod’s unhealthy obsession with his bass…
One day, the tour had just started, he was sitting in Farin’s hotel room with his laptop on his knees, surfing the ‘net idly, since they’d be going nowhere in the next few days. Farin had new paintings with him, and they were disturbing him with the sheer amount of nothingness on the canvas, but the blonde seemed to like them, because he kept glancing up at them while he was writing some letter. Thank god they were finally back to just hanging out with each other for comfort. It was one of the things, Bela realized, that he’d missed most about Jan’s Big Journey To Basically Everywhere. And the time before that, too, when they’d been drifting apart. Hotel rooms were so much easier to bear when he wasn’t alone, even if they had creepy paintings in them.
Randomly clicking through profiles on studivz, he stumbled over someone’s personal homepage that made him frown. He should have stopped on the Warnings page, shouldn’t have clicked the big picture of himself and his bandmates. Well, too late, and now, some clicks later, he found himself somewhere that made him grin and squirm uncomfortably at the same time.
He cleared his throat. ‘Um… Jan?’
‘Yeah?’ the blonde said absently, not even bothering to look up from his letter.
‘You have to take a look at this here.’
Farin plopped the cap on his pen with a sigh and looked at him mournfully. ‘Is it really that important?’ he lamented dramatically, ‘Will the universe collapse if I don’t look at whatever sick shit you found immediately?’
Bela just grinned. ‘Yes.’
With another sigh, Farin hoisted himself up from the bed and came across the room to where Bela was lounging on the floor. Standing right over him, his legs seemed ridiculously long from Bela’s point of view, which conveniently wasn’t in crotch height for once. ‘What’s up?’
Bela patted the spot beside him, and the other man hunkered down on the carpet.
‘See?’ he pointed at the screen . ‘Apparently, some girl has gone completely mad and wrote some… what’s it called? Fan fiction? …about us.’
‘She wrote what?’ Farin curiously leaned closer to his friend in an attempt to read what was on the screen.
‘Fan fiction. You know, stories containing popular characters or something, by fans. She calls it Slash.’
The blond frowned. ‘Why that? Isn’t a slash that diagonal thing?’
‘Dunno. But I think this Slash thingy is… well… it’s gay.’
Suddenly, Bela felt, more then heard his friend’s convulsive laughter. Farin caught Bela’s scowl, and tried to straighten his face - only to break out in giggling again. ‘Impossible. Lemme see.’
Wordlessly, Bela handed over the laptop.
Title: Rock Rendezvous
Farin turned to him, one eyebrow raised. ‘Gee, Bela,’ he grinned, ‘you know, I always wondered why in the world you had to write this song! And in retrospect… I wonder even harder why we put it on the CD. Were you drunk?’
Bela shrugged. ‘Probably… and Rod, too, if I was. What surprises me is that you want it on the damn set list every tour! Good thing Rod talked you out of it this time.’
Rating: NC-17 (for a hint of angst and generally boys shagging each other’s brains out)
‘NC-17, isn’t that…?!’
Bela felt himself blush, much to his embarrassment. For fuck’s sake, he was the one who used to publish loads of adult comics, and now he was blushing over that? ‘Yeah. Porn, essentially.’ Ridiculous.
‘Of us? Why…’ Farin looked confused, then turned to Bela with a slight frown. ‘You really do need to stop humping me in public, you know.’
Bela just absentmindedly shot back a ‘Votze.’ What else could he say?
‘Witty, Felse.’ The blonde replied, and the frown was replaced by lots of eyebrow waggling. ‘Besides, I think we’ll see about that later in the story.’
Pairing: Bela/Farin
‘Fascinating, really. You want me to read it out loud?’
‘No, thanks, really. I think I’m old enough to read myself.’ Bela leaned over to be able to read off the screen, for once trying not to touch his friend more than was necessary.
Farin scrolled down a little, to the beginning of the story, and started to read.
After Bela had read the first paragraph, he groaned. ‘If I ever talk like this, punch me, okay? Jesus…’ He didn’t get an answer, though.
They read silently for a few lines, with Bela mumbling ‘I totally didn’t write it like that.’ in an offended tone, then Farin started to giggle again. ‘What a timing! I suppose a timing like that would never happen to me in reality…’
Bela, who had read some lines further, added ‘And you’d probably manage to stab your finger into my eye instead of gently putting it under my chin, you klutz…’
Although he wouldn’t admit it even to himself, Bela found himself squirm uncomfortably on the floor as the story continued - he really should stop checking out every other fast food store they passed on the way, his pants were getting too tight.
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‘ - You know what would be kind of funny?’ Farin said when they’d finished.
Bela looked at him suspiciously. That tone wasn’t one that held something good in store for anyone involved, generally. ‘What?’
‘If we re-enacted this.’
‘Excuse me?’ Was he fucking insane?
A blush was creeping up into Farin’s face, but he held Bela’s disbelieving gaze. ‘Why not?’
Bela desperately searched for a trace of sarcasm in Farin’s voice - without success. ‘You’re not serious.’
Farin raised an eyebrow and just looked at him for a moment. ‘Do I look like I’m not? Besides, have you never wondered what it feels like?’
‘What what feels like?’
‘Gay sex.’ Farin was blushing more deeply with every word, color having long surpassed Bela’s. With the contrast of the bleached hair, his head looked like it was about to explode.
Only knowing what Farin was suggesting was barely tolerable, but hearing it was like a blow in the face. Bela was speechless for a moment. ‘ I… I know what it feels like, idiot? Don’t you remember? ‘Edith, eine deutsche Hausfrau’? Back in the day?’
Farin just shrugged. ‘You kissed guys. So what? Who hasn’t done that, actually.’ Bela stared at him with his mouth hanging open even more. Farin had… no. If there ever was someone as much in denial about a remotely homosexual side to them, it was Farin. On stage, maybe, but in private?
‘That wasn’t the real thing. Have you never wanted to know what it feels like all the way?’ Farin’s voice dropped to a low, seductive and ridiculously sexy tone. ‘Or are you just afraid?’ Steel blue eyes locked with green ones. They stared at each other for long moments, till Farin offered softly ‘You can say stop anytime.’
Bela sighed and lowered his head in defeat. There was no point in resisting Farin when he was like that, he knew well from experience. What Farin wanted, he got, the stubborn bastard. He nervously licked his lips, trying to make it not obvious because Farin was so close already and this would be sending all kinds of signals he’d rather avoid. As on cue, fingers slid beneath his chin, interrupting this thoughts. They were neither cool nor soft, but gentle they were. He could feel the tips, hardened from handling guitars for decades scrape over the light stubble, linger over his pulsepoint, then tip his head up.
‘Let’s just… leave out the dialogue, ok? You know I suck at acting.’, Farin whispered in his ear. Bela couldn’t help smiling suddenly, the tension began falling off him. ‘We’ll see what you do suck at later.’ He whispered back, trying to not think about what he’d just said because it was Farin, Jan and teasing was what they did, except now it was all different. Farin giggled low in his throat, then shut him up with a soft kiss on the lips.
Bela tried to blend out the thought that it was a man, that it was his best friend who was kissing him right now. He tried to replace Farin with the image of a woman but… it was too different. Not soft, sweet, the other man’s lips were thinner and -
Farin stopped his gentle caress. ‘Bela? You still here? You know, it doesn’t work with just one person.’
‘I know. It’s just… weird.’
Farin laughed. ‘Of course it is. We’re weird - that’s the fun about it! Where’s your sense of adventure? C’mon, relax. Close your eyes. Trust me.’
‘The last time you said that, you pushed me off the stage.’ Bela replied. It earned him a raised eyebrow and a light slap on the arm.
‘Fuck you. I won’t hurt you.’
Bela closed his eyes, sighed. He wondered why Farin could make him do anything. Maybe he just had the better arguments. Had there been any arguments? - Maybe Farin just had the right tactic of simply surprising his unsuspecting victims.
Suddenly, without warning, he was attacked, with Jan, Farin, all over him - nibbling, touching, kissing. Hands started at his shoulders, down to his stomach and up again under his shirt, flattening on his chest while Jan’s mouth devoured his, tugged at the bottom lip, the tongue begging entrance. And Bela found himself getting lost in the caresses, found himself responding wantonly. Lust was something he knew how to deal with…
Bela’s hands slowly glid under the hem of Farin’s t-shirt without thinking, and encountered warm skin. A shiver ran through the blond’s body as he traced up the spine, baring the broad back more and more and pressing Farin closer, until god, he could feel him hard against his erection, and that was so weird but wonderful and he couldn’t stop rubbing against that like a horny teenager. The t-shirt went off, finally, and Bela took only a second to revel how much more naked Farin seemed than himself, stark and minimalist like the paintings and most everything Farin did.
Farin’s lips left his mouth, to hungrily roam his face and neck, just like his hands shifted to work on the buttons of the Bela’s shirt. It soon hung open, and the assault on Bela’s senses continued over his chest. He let himself fall back with a moan, could feel Farin looming over him, the hot tongue toying with his nipple ring before playfully biting down on the flames.
Just over his belt, Farin stopped. ‘Felse. Bela’ he whispered, his voice hoarse. ‘Open your eyes. This is crossing the line.’ Bela could hear him swallow hard. ‘I want you to look at me now.’
With almost superhuman effort, Bela opened his eyes. There he was, mouth just centimeters from his skin, the blue eyes clouded, dark with lust, and incredibly intense. They locked with his again, while long deft fingers worked on his belt, then his jeans, and Bela’s head went light when he was finally freed from the tight restraint the fabric had had on him.
Farin handled him carefully, reverendly, and his fingers felt almost cool against the overheated skin. A small gasp of surprise came from Jan, Bela had been waiting for it.
‘You really have your dick pierced.’ Another sharp breath, eyes wide, one eyebrow raised, as the hand slid down again. ‘ - Twice! Oh my god.’
‘You knew about that one, though.’ Bela croaked.
‘Well…’ Farin frowned. ‘Maybe I did. Maybe I suppressed the knowledge. But seeing it up this close is… different.’ He hesitated.
Bela reached down to cup Farin’s cheek. ‘You know, you don’t have to. It’s okay.’
‘You don’t have to be all gentleman-like here, you know?’ Farin’s eyebrows pulled together, he looked like he was concentrating on some kind of exotic animal he was studying. Or something. ‘No, really, this is something I’ve always wanted to try.’ At Bela’s disbelieving scoff, he grinned a little, and blushed again. ‘Seriously. A hundred things to do before you die, you know… Let’s see if that girl is correct on more than one guess.’ He added with a smile that almost bordered on cheeky and would’ve been contagious if the whole situation hadn’t been so… strange.
And with a strangely confident expression in his eyes, he returned his attention on Bela’s cock, blew hot air over it before carefully taking the head into his mouth - his eyes were still looking at the man under him, watched him lose his control from his tentative actions.
It was clumsy, messy as hell, but Bela couldn’t tear his eyes away from Farin crouched between his knees and his cock between the blonde’s lips and Farin’s hands on his hips too keep him from thrusting up too much. God, that had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
‘Jan,’ he managed to gasp out between moans, ‘I… c’mere, Jan…’ and pulled him up to him by the shoulder, moaning the loss of that hot mouth on him but wanting more intimacy, preferably here and now and as fast as possible, on the white hotel room carpet under the watchful eye of the creepster paintings, even.
The touch, body against hot body, was electrifying, and they rolled around between the bed and the table, trying to increase contact to the max but still struggling to keep the upper hand over the other one. Finally, Bela ended up on top, straddling Farin’s waist so their dicks were touching, side by side, and he found himself unable to stop rubbing against him like a randy teenager. ‘Jesus’, he groaned and bit down hard into the smooth, perfect flesh, determined to leave a mark on the unblemished canvas that was Farin’s chest. Farin arched up into the bite, with a string of obscenities falling freely from his kiss-swollen lips.
With difficulty, Bela tore his hand away from Farin’s side where his short fingernails had drawn red lines from ribcage to hips, and wrapped it around both their cocks. ‘Fucking goddamn hell, Bela.’ Farin breathed into his ear before he bit into the lobe, and within moments they were both coming, Farin’s arms tightening around Bela, staring at him in wonderment.
For a few moments, the world stood still as Bela stared back, wide-eyed. Then the ticking of the clock penetrated his mind, and shuffling steps outside the door. And, out of the blue, something that sounded like a hiccup from somewhere close. Farin had started to giggle. And wouldn’t stop, either, but rather gained in strength until he was shaking helplessly under Bela, who was wondering what the hell was wrong.
‘If you do this all the time, there’ll be no repeating this’, he frowned, which made Farin only laugh harder.
‘It’s just..’ he tried to explain between fits of hilarity, ‘it’s… ahahahahah… nothing really, just… oh god, look at your face!’ - since Bela had, distracted by figuring that lunatic out, raised his sticky hand to his mouth absentmindedly to clean it, and, when the come touched his tongue, pulled a face at the taste that sent Farin into yet another giggle fit.
Fortunately, he started to sober up a little when he saw Bela wiping his come-smeared hand on Farin’s shirt - served him right.
‘It’s just,’ he said, struggling to keep at least a halfway decent imitation of a straight face. ‘Why did we never do this before? Not once in almost 30 years, and with all the pretending on stage… and then some girl comes along and BOOM…’ He started to laugh again, and this time it was contagious. The corners of Bela’s mouth were starting to twitch involuntarily. ‘- BOOM! There we go! 25 years of foreplay, goddamn, Felse, that’s gotta be a record or something.!’ He poked Bela in the side. ‘Come on, let yourself go, this is funny!’
The longer he thought about it, the funnier it got, especially with the poking, and soon they were rolling around on the floor again, tickling each other and laughing like maniacs, loud enough to scare Rod off who’d wisely listened at the door for a few seconds before deciding that knocking would be pointless, anyway. God knew what the two of them were up to again.
Shaking his head, Rod went back to his room where Lüde was waiting for him. Who cared about Bela and Farin, anyway?
‘You know,’ Farin said when he’d eventually landed half on top of Bela, and propped his chin up on his hand. ‘If I were twenty years younger, I’d do you properly right now. Even if there’s carpet lint stuck all over me. And you.’ He smiled lazily.
‘Good thing you’re not 25, then,’ Bela replied with a raised eyebrow that could’ve rivalled Farin at his best. ‘Because my poor back would definitely not survive any more sex on this fucking carpet.’
Farin sighed and hiccupped a little.
‘Come on, you lint monster.’ Bela struggled to his feet and let himself drop onto the huge, soft bed with all the grace of a falling oak. ‘This is nicer and you know it. There’s even pillows. And a headboard you can tie me to later.’ And he wouldn’t feel so watched by the paintings under some sheets, but he didn’t say that.
Farin groaned and crawled next to Bela, pulling the blanket with him like a small boy, and cuddled close.
‘Jan?’ Bela murmured just before he fell asleep, but a grunt was the only answer he got. Still, he continued, ‘if Rod knocks, give him hell, ok?’ Then, with a huge yawn, he dozed off in Farin’s warm embrace.
The next evening, when Farin grabbed his ass on stage, Bela was glad to have his back facing the audience. Because what the shit-eating grin and the slight wince combined meant was, let’s face it, not too hard to interpret.
What Bela never found out was that his feeling of being watched had been reasonable. But then, who cared about a handful of people sharing a homemade porno about him over the internet, anyway? After all, the internet was a good, efficient way to communicate.