Title: Another wasted night
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Farin/Rod
Rating: PG-13
Category: Humour
Summary: The smell of smoke clings to everything
A/N: I stole the title from a 1917 film I've never even watched. Go me.
The following story is a mere work of F I C T I O N, meaning it is 100% made up. None of the situations described here ever happened, and even if they did, I have no way of knowing. This is not about spreading rumours or, worse, libel. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I am NOT claiming they did what I wrote. I use their "public personas" and build stories around them as if they were fictional characters.
Rodrigo walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Farin.
"Fuck, Rod, go take a shower."
The bassist turned his head, eyes as big as saucers. "What?"
"Go take a shower, it's impossible to be near you," Farin repeated, not looking up from the book he was reading.
"What the... Are you telling me I stink?"
"Yes," the guitarist said flatly. He did look up this time. "The smell of smoke clings to everything, especially your hair. It's disgusting."
Rod rolled his eyes. Then an idea occurred to him and he draped an arm over the back of the sofa, leaning towards him and smiling seductively. "Why don't we shower together then, so you can make sure my hair is all clean and perfumed."
"No, thanks, I'd rather finish reading this chapter."
"I thought you said you can't concentrate on anything when you're all sweaty."
Farin frowned. "I'm not sweaty."
Rod plucked the book from the blonde's hands and dropped it to the floor. "Oh, you will be, believe me," he said, and lunged forward.
"Fucking....manipulative... bastard," Farin muttered against Rod's lips once the bassist gave him the chance to breath again.
Rod only grinned and went on with his plan to make Farin as dirty and sweaty as possible.
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October 2008