Four situations where denial isn’t a river in Egypt
Four situations where denial isn’t a river in Egypt
Pairing: Bela/OMC, Farin/Sahnie (don't worry though), B/F implied
Rating: PG-13
Length: 800 words exactly
Summary: Farin is in denial. 4 double-drabbles.
A/N: for gothikmaus :P pwned!
gothikmaus was the other side of the conversation - here is her piece 'Denial: not only a river in Egypt', which is awesome!
I
His mother is less than overjoyed when Jan announces that they’ve found the perfect apartment somewhere in Spandau and that he is going to move in with his best friend at the beginning of next month. But she also knows that if there’s one thing her son has inherited from her, it’s a head like the proverbial mule - big teeth, and stubbornness to serve two.
‘It’s going to get you nothing but trouble, though,’ she warns her son as he pretends not to listen by rummaging through the fridge. ‘I’ve seen the way you look at him, and moving in with him won’t help, trust me.’ She sighs. ‘Besides, I doubt your new walls will be as thick as ours are, and even here I can hear the name you keep calling at night.’
Jan’s body is tense, and his face flushed, as his head reappears from its refuge between dairy products. With the defiance of youth, he presses out a ‘Then you must be hearing wrong,’ and tersely stalks to his room.
‘Oh, Jan,’ she sighs again, and shakes her head. After all, there isn’t much she can do about the impending drama. And drama there will be, eventually.
II
Maybe his mother was right about the new walls being too thin, Jan acknowledges grumpily as he pulls the blanket over his head, trying to muffle the sounds of fucking from Dirk’s room. He has barely had a full night’s sleep since they moved in together; Dirk seems to have about a million fuckbuddies, and still goes out to find someone in between. Invariably, they’re noisy, too, as if there’s some sort of system behind these conquests.
‘Probably so that he doesn’t have to hear himself,’ Jan grumbles, and makes the mistake of looking at his alarm clock. Shit, it’s three in the morning, work is early tomorrow, and these banshees are getting ridiculous.
Irritably, Jan gets up and storms into the other room to put an end to this theatre. And stops abruptly. Because there’s Dirk on his hands and knees, staring at him, with someone big and beefy and undeniably male thrusting behind him.
Holy shit.
The next morning, he’s alone in the kitchen, brooding over his coffee, when Big Beefy stomps in. ‘Fucking hot, he is,’ the man grunts without introduction. ‘If I were you, we’d be fucking like rabbits all day.’
Jan pretends he didn’t hear.
III
They don’t discuss it, and life goes on like before, the only change being that now, they’re Bela and Farin, and that Bela doesn’t have to sneak his male dates in anymore.
As success begins to hit, they move into separate flats again, and Farin has to deal with Bela’s fucks only infrequently, which is good. The girls the blonde takes to his hotel room almost never look like Bela, which is good too.
The only problem is Sahnie, who is getting less likable every day. Farin wonders why he ever thought it was a good idea to have him play in his band. A storm is brewing between the three, and of course it’s takes place on Farin’s back when one night in a pub, Sahnie gets incredibly drunk.
‘You only want Dirk,’ he slurs, spraying spit over Farin’s face. ‘You only want him, you faggot, jus’ look at you, lookin’ at his ass an’ whatnot. Bet you canna’ get him to fuck you, but look, I’m here…’ He gropes clumsily at Farin’s crotch, but before he can even react, Bela has punched Sahnie in the face from across the table.
Sahnie’s fired.
And Jan hopes Bela doesn't remember.
IV
With Bela’s supreme power over the VCR in the tour bus, nobody, not even Hagen, is particularly surprised about the daily porn viewings, or the fact that occasionally, there’s a gay video snuck in between bouncing tits. However, Farin makes it a point to play tipp-kick with Hagen whenever there’s too many cocks on the screen, period.
One day, when he’s losing horrifically again, Hagen leans back all suddenly and frowns at him. ‘Jan, this is stupid,’ he says after a moment. ‘Either play properly, or go to the front and watch the damn movie. But don’t sit here and pretend to tipp-kick while you keep glancing over to watch Bela jerking off.’
‘I’m not - ‘ Farin starts, but Hagen’s deepening frown cuts him off.
‘Yeah, we’ve all heard that,’ the bassist snaps. ‘Get your head out of your ass to look at the Farin look-alikes Bela’s had, and then get over yourself and your fucking denial. Everybody knows, anyway.’ He gathers his figures up and marches to the front to bond with Gabi.
A few minutes later, Bela comes up to him, to top two buttons of his pants still undone. He’s smiling wistfully. ‘Still in denial, are you?’
Pairing: Bela/OMC, Farin/Sahnie (don't worry though), B/F implied
Rating: PG-13
Length: 800 words exactly
Summary: Farin is in denial. 4 double-drabbles.
A/N: for gothikmaus :P pwned!
gothikmaus was the other side of the conversation - here is her piece 'Denial: not only a river in Egypt', which is awesome!
I
His mother is less than overjoyed when Jan announces that they’ve found the perfect apartment somewhere in Spandau and that he is going to move in with his best friend at the beginning of next month. But she also knows that if there’s one thing her son has inherited from her, it’s a head like the proverbial mule - big teeth, and stubbornness to serve two.
‘It’s going to get you nothing but trouble, though,’ she warns her son as he pretends not to listen by rummaging through the fridge. ‘I’ve seen the way you look at him, and moving in with him won’t help, trust me.’ She sighs. ‘Besides, I doubt your new walls will be as thick as ours are, and even here I can hear the name you keep calling at night.’
Jan’s body is tense, and his face flushed, as his head reappears from its refuge between dairy products. With the defiance of youth, he presses out a ‘Then you must be hearing wrong,’ and tersely stalks to his room.
‘Oh, Jan,’ she sighs again, and shakes her head. After all, there isn’t much she can do about the impending drama. And drama there will be, eventually.
II
Maybe his mother was right about the new walls being too thin, Jan acknowledges grumpily as he pulls the blanket over his head, trying to muffle the sounds of fucking from Dirk’s room. He has barely had a full night’s sleep since they moved in together; Dirk seems to have about a million fuckbuddies, and still goes out to find someone in between. Invariably, they’re noisy, too, as if there’s some sort of system behind these conquests.
‘Probably so that he doesn’t have to hear himself,’ Jan grumbles, and makes the mistake of looking at his alarm clock. Shit, it’s three in the morning, work is early tomorrow, and these banshees are getting ridiculous.
Irritably, Jan gets up and storms into the other room to put an end to this theatre. And stops abruptly. Because there’s Dirk on his hands and knees, staring at him, with someone big and beefy and undeniably male thrusting behind him.
Holy shit.
The next morning, he’s alone in the kitchen, brooding over his coffee, when Big Beefy stomps in. ‘Fucking hot, he is,’ the man grunts without introduction. ‘If I were you, we’d be fucking like rabbits all day.’
Jan pretends he didn’t hear.
III
They don’t discuss it, and life goes on like before, the only change being that now, they’re Bela and Farin, and that Bela doesn’t have to sneak his male dates in anymore.
As success begins to hit, they move into separate flats again, and Farin has to deal with Bela’s fucks only infrequently, which is good. The girls the blonde takes to his hotel room almost never look like Bela, which is good too.
The only problem is Sahnie, who is getting less likable every day. Farin wonders why he ever thought it was a good idea to have him play in his band. A storm is brewing between the three, and of course it’s takes place on Farin’s back when one night in a pub, Sahnie gets incredibly drunk.
‘You only want Dirk,’ he slurs, spraying spit over Farin’s face. ‘You only want him, you faggot, jus’ look at you, lookin’ at his ass an’ whatnot. Bet you canna’ get him to fuck you, but look, I’m here…’ He gropes clumsily at Farin’s crotch, but before he can even react, Bela has punched Sahnie in the face from across the table.
Sahnie’s fired.
And Jan hopes Bela doesn't remember.
IV
With Bela’s supreme power over the VCR in the tour bus, nobody, not even Hagen, is particularly surprised about the daily porn viewings, or the fact that occasionally, there’s a gay video snuck in between bouncing tits. However, Farin makes it a point to play tipp-kick with Hagen whenever there’s too many cocks on the screen, period.
One day, when he’s losing horrifically again, Hagen leans back all suddenly and frowns at him. ‘Jan, this is stupid,’ he says after a moment. ‘Either play properly, or go to the front and watch the damn movie. But don’t sit here and pretend to tipp-kick while you keep glancing over to watch Bela jerking off.’
‘I’m not - ‘ Farin starts, but Hagen’s deepening frown cuts him off.
‘Yeah, we’ve all heard that,’ the bassist snaps. ‘Get your head out of your ass to look at the Farin look-alikes Bela’s had, and then get over yourself and your fucking denial. Everybody knows, anyway.’ He gathers his figures up and marches to the front to bond with Gabi.
A few minutes later, Bela comes up to him, to top two buttons of his pants still undone. He’s smiling wistfully. ‘Still in denial, are you?’