B/F drabble
There's nothing like getting positive feedback to improve my mood. I can't tell you how surprised and pleased I was when I checked my mail and found a message from a member of the DÄ fanclub telling me she had liked my Bela tour report, the one that's in the current Prawda. Oh yes, I needed that.
And since we're talking about feedback... *cough*
Title: The perfect drug
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 010 - Years; 085 - Missing
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Double drabble featuring two prompts. Contains slash
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.
'How did I survive four years without you?'
That's the last coherent thought that goes through his mind before they fall on the bed, a clash of lips and tongues and teeth as their hands find their way under each other's clothes. He feels like he's gone through the worst withdrawal ever and now he's back to his favourite drug. He can't get enough of his kisses, his touches. His fingertips are leaving bruises on tanned skin, he wants the other's T-shirt out of the way but that would mean breaking the kiss, so he just lifts the stupid piece of cloth and goes on stroking his back.
'Don’t go,' he thinks as he buries a hand in his friend's hair, shorter than it used to be but still blond and spiky. 'Never leave me again.'
"I'm not going anywhere," the blonde murmurs against his mouth as if reading his mind.
"You better."
The blonde pulls back an inch and smiles down at him. A long-fingered hand caresses his face. "I've missed you."
He feels something in his chest, something that no drug has ever made him feel. He takes his friend's face in his hands and kisses him again.
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And since we're talking about feedback... *cough*
Title: The perfect drug
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 010 - Years; 085 - Missing
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Double drabble featuring two prompts. Contains slash
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.
'How did I survive four years without you?'
That's the last coherent thought that goes through his mind before they fall on the bed, a clash of lips and tongues and teeth as their hands find their way under each other's clothes. He feels like he's gone through the worst withdrawal ever and now he's back to his favourite drug. He can't get enough of his kisses, his touches. His fingertips are leaving bruises on tanned skin, he wants the other's T-shirt out of the way but that would mean breaking the kiss, so he just lifts the stupid piece of cloth and goes on stroking his back.
'Don’t go,' he thinks as he buries a hand in his friend's hair, shorter than it used to be but still blond and spiky. 'Never leave me again.'
"I'm not going anywhere," the blonde murmurs against his mouth as if reading his mind.
"You better."
The blonde pulls back an inch and smiles down at him. A long-fingered hand caresses his face. "I've missed you."
He feels something in his chest, something that no drug has ever made him feel. He takes his friend's face in his hands and kisses him again.
>>> Table of prompts for drabbles100