Rush
Rush
Pairing: B/F
Rating: light R for strangling (yes, you heard me right. Strangling.)
Length: 652
Inspired by a new and adorable DÄ pic I just couldn't resist because for some reason, the thought really turned me on :D
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME, KIDS!
Cool hands around his neck. Farin suppresses a gasp and makes a kissy face at Bela for the camera. Half an hour of autographs later, his erection is almost gone.
A few days later, when they finally have some time alone together, he cleverly initiates a little fight by poking Bela once too much. Nothing serious, just a little tussle to blow off some steam that’s built up over the past few days, from being trapped in a stiflingly hot tour bus for too many hours.
After a couple of minutes of rolling around on the floor, grabbing and poking at each other, accompanied by mad giggling from both of them, they end up with Farin on his back and a breathless Bela ends up on top of him, which, he admits to himself, he has engineered only slightly. Bela has him trapped between his thighs already, and his hands go around his neck, tighten ever so slightly. He breathes ‘Gotcha’ in Farin’s ear and tightens his grip a little more, just to emphasise his point.
Farin’s eyes go wide, shocked by either the display of power or his reaction to it, because he doesn’t even lack oxygen yet but his head is already rushing and his body goes mostly slack in submission except for where it counts, and Bela, judging from his amazed expression, is finally caching on, too, and a small, excited smile starts to tug at the corners of his mouth.
‘Are you serious?’ Bela asks, softly, in wonderment, and Farin can only nod almost imperceptibly before Bela’s lips swoop down on his to kiss him, and calloused hands are roaming over Farin’s neck as if to find the best possible spot.
Farin gulps and feels his Adam’s apple bobbing against Bela’s thumbs, and for a second he isn’t so sure about all this anymore because what if something goes terribly wrong? What if Bela doesn’t know where to stop - what if he himself doesn’t know where to stop?
But then Bela grinds against him, slowly, languidly, and his hands tighten gently but firmly around Farin’s neck, his fingertips pressing right next to his spine and the thumbs on his racing pulse, and his head starts to swim with adrenaline as he gasps and with Bela grinding against him, Bela looming above him, Bela strangling him, he’s coming the hardest he’s ever come and the world fades into nothing.
A slap in the face brings him back, and there’s Bela again, cowering atop him in shock and nibbling on his thumb like he always does when he’s worried, while his other hand, the one that slapped him, caresses Farin’s cheek.
‘That was incredible.’ Farin whispers, his voice hoarse, and only now he’s starting to realize that his jeans are sticking to his skin uncomfortably and tries to wiggle a bit.
‘That was fucking insane.’ Bela mumbles and leans forward to kiss Farin just under the ear, where just moments ago... ‘You’re fucking insane. How can you…’ he abruptly pushes himself upright again and looks at Farin, desperately wringing his hands, turning the rings nervously. ‘This is out of limits, Jan. This is dangerous. There’s no fucking way we’ll ever do this again. Ever. Do you understand me?’
‘But - ‘ Farin stares up at him and sees tears shimmering in Bela’s eyes, even though Bela’s composure is still pretty good and he’s blinking them back.
‘No.’ Bela’s voice is harsh. ‘I don’t care if this is the best thing you’ve ever felt. If it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Fuck, Jan, for a moment I thought I’d fucking lost you! For a moment I thought I’d…’
A dry sob escapes Bela’s throat, and Farin finds himself holding him.
And as they sit there, clinging together just for reassurance, Farin realized he’s torn between relief and mourning for the loss of something amazing, and his heart breaks just a little.
Pairing: B/F
Rating: light R for strangling (yes, you heard me right. Strangling.)
Length: 652
Inspired by a new and adorable DÄ pic I just couldn't resist because for some reason, the thought really turned me on :D
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME, KIDS!
Cool hands around his neck. Farin suppresses a gasp and makes a kissy face at Bela for the camera. Half an hour of autographs later, his erection is almost gone.
A few days later, when they finally have some time alone together, he cleverly initiates a little fight by poking Bela once too much. Nothing serious, just a little tussle to blow off some steam that’s built up over the past few days, from being trapped in a stiflingly hot tour bus for too many hours.
After a couple of minutes of rolling around on the floor, grabbing and poking at each other, accompanied by mad giggling from both of them, they end up with Farin on his back and a breathless Bela ends up on top of him, which, he admits to himself, he has engineered only slightly. Bela has him trapped between his thighs already, and his hands go around his neck, tighten ever so slightly. He breathes ‘Gotcha’ in Farin’s ear and tightens his grip a little more, just to emphasise his point.
Farin’s eyes go wide, shocked by either the display of power or his reaction to it, because he doesn’t even lack oxygen yet but his head is already rushing and his body goes mostly slack in submission except for where it counts, and Bela, judging from his amazed expression, is finally caching on, too, and a small, excited smile starts to tug at the corners of his mouth.
‘Are you serious?’ Bela asks, softly, in wonderment, and Farin can only nod almost imperceptibly before Bela’s lips swoop down on his to kiss him, and calloused hands are roaming over Farin’s neck as if to find the best possible spot.
Farin gulps and feels his Adam’s apple bobbing against Bela’s thumbs, and for a second he isn’t so sure about all this anymore because what if something goes terribly wrong? What if Bela doesn’t know where to stop - what if he himself doesn’t know where to stop?
But then Bela grinds against him, slowly, languidly, and his hands tighten gently but firmly around Farin’s neck, his fingertips pressing right next to his spine and the thumbs on his racing pulse, and his head starts to swim with adrenaline as he gasps and with Bela grinding against him, Bela looming above him, Bela strangling him, he’s coming the hardest he’s ever come and the world fades into nothing.
A slap in the face brings him back, and there’s Bela again, cowering atop him in shock and nibbling on his thumb like he always does when he’s worried, while his other hand, the one that slapped him, caresses Farin’s cheek.
‘That was incredible.’ Farin whispers, his voice hoarse, and only now he’s starting to realize that his jeans are sticking to his skin uncomfortably and tries to wiggle a bit.
‘That was fucking insane.’ Bela mumbles and leans forward to kiss Farin just under the ear, where just moments ago... ‘You’re fucking insane. How can you…’ he abruptly pushes himself upright again and looks at Farin, desperately wringing his hands, turning the rings nervously. ‘This is out of limits, Jan. This is dangerous. There’s no fucking way we’ll ever do this again. Ever. Do you understand me?’
‘But - ‘ Farin stares up at him and sees tears shimmering in Bela’s eyes, even though Bela’s composure is still pretty good and he’s blinking them back.
‘No.’ Bela’s voice is harsh. ‘I don’t care if this is the best thing you’ve ever felt. If it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Fuck, Jan, for a moment I thought I’d fucking lost you! For a moment I thought I’d…’
A dry sob escapes Bela’s throat, and Farin finds himself holding him.
And as they sit there, clinging together just for reassurance, Farin realized he’s torn between relief and mourning for the loss of something amazing, and his heart breaks just a little.