The art of living together - To friendship spin-off
#3: Bathroom game #2
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Characters: Richy/Igor
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance/PWP
Summary: Igor... liked it?
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Richy Guitar and all related characters were originally created by Michael Laux. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
Richard closed his eyes and sighed, leaning back against the tub. His first day at work hadn't been as bad as his first day at the concrete factory, but now he needed a good long soak.
"Budge up."
Richard innerly groaned. Last time he and Igor had shared the bathtub, they had ended up anything but clean. He made room for him anyway, spreading his legs so Igor could sit between them if he wanted. Which was exactly what the drummer did, scooting back against him with a satisfied little moan. Richard wrapped his arms around him. Well, that wasn't so bad.
"How was work?"
"OK. Not very different from what I did for Steuber, but less dusty."
"My poor little Richy, working hard all day."
Richard laughed. "Oh, come on, I'm not working in a coal mine. And it's just for two months, anyway."
"I found a job too."
"Really?"
"Yep. Model for an art school."
The guitarist opened his eyes. "What?"
"You know those live drawing classes where all the wannabe artists have to draw a model? I met a friend who's attending art school, she said I would be an interesting subject and asked me if I wanted to pose for one of her classes, and I accepted."
Richard sat up slightly. "Are you going to pose... naked?"
Igor shrugged. "No idea."
"But would you do it if they asked you to?"
"Why not? It's for the sake of art. And money, of course." He turned to face Richard, snuggling against his chest and looking up at him with a naughty little smile. "Why, are you jealous?"
"Maybe." He ran his hands down Igor's back, stopping at his waist. He didn't like the idea of complete strangers ogling Igor's body, but he wasn't going to act like a jealous lover; Igor wasn't even his boyfriend, anyway, they were just... uhm.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to run away with some bohemian art student." Igor leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. The look the drummer gave him when he pulled back made Richard's heart skip a beat.
"You better," he replied and tipped his head forward, demanding another kiss. Igor happily gave in, lifting his hands to Richard's chest. Richard could feel Igor's cock rubbing against his belly and let his hands slip downwards, grabbing the drummer's arse and pulling him closer.
"Ah! Yes," Igor gasped against his mouth, biting down on Richard's lower lip and sucking on it as he squirmed against him. "Yes."
Richard let his fingers wander. Damn, Igor had such a fantastic arse: round and firm and just plain perfect. His index finger slid between his friend's buttocks and the drummer almost jumped out of his skin.
"No," Igor moaned as Richard withdrew his fingers. "Don't stop."
Richard's heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his ears. Igor... liked it? He squeezed his butt and let his fingers roam again, moving slowly to the centre and down, until his fingertips touched Igor's balls. The boy in his arms was wriggling and panting against his neck, hands sliding down his chest; the light scratching of his nails was making Richard even harder.
"Mmh, Richard," Igor was mouthing something against his throat while stroking both of their cocks at a slow, leisurely pace, and Richard decided to take things a bit further. He grabbed Igor's arse and parted his cheeks, fingers splaying out and slowly making their way to the centre again, rubbing lightly over his... Richard couldn't understand why he was so embarrassed, he felt himself blush at the mere thought of what he was doing to his friend.
Igor, on the other hand, didn't seem to find the situation weird at all, and if he was, he was too horny to care. He was wiggling back against Richard's fingers and making mewling little sounds the guitarist had only ever heard in cheap porn films. It was unbelievably sexy. He got a bit more daring and pushed his middle finger inside, just a little bit, but it was enough to make Igor arch his back and gasp out loud. The drummer's grasp on their cocks reflexively grew tighter and Richard gasped too.
"You like this?" Richard asked, barely recognising his own voice.
"Fuck, yeah."
"You're such a little slut."
Richard didn't know where those words were coming from: he had always been relatively quiet during sex, almost shy, but Igor was making him discover parts of himself he had never thought existed. He gently moved his finger, pushing it a bit deeper then moving it slowly out, over and over. Igor was breathing so fast Richard was afraid he was going to have a seizure. He couldn't take his eyes off his friend: his face was flushed, black hair sticking out in every direction, the tips at the very bottom floating on the surface of the water in-between them. His eyes were closed and his mouth open, teeth occasionally biting down on his lower lip in a futile attempt to keep quiet. He was the epitome of eroticism and Richard couldn't take it any longer. He drew his finger out, ignoring Igor's whiny protests, and closed his hand around his friend's cock. He needed to see him come. Right. Then.
"Ah, God!" Igor let go of Richard's dick completely and clutched at his shoulders, throwing his head back. "Ri-Richard."
Igor's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gasped. Richard stared at it, almost mesmerised, before leaning forward and running his tongue up Igor's exposed throat. His friend's fingers dug almost painfully into Richard's shoulder as he came, not even trying to keep quiet, and slumped forward, breathing heavily against the guitarist's chest.
The blonde took Igor's hand and closed it around his dick, guiding it as he jacked off quickly, too impatient to wait for the drummer to regain his senses and do something on his own. The feel of someone else's hand moving just at the right speed was enough, though, and after what he had just seen, he didn't take much to come.
He sagged back against the tub when he was done, wrapping his arms loosely around Igor.
"That was... amazing," the drummer said after a while.
Richard just moaned his agreement. The bathroom was quickly becoming his favourite part of the house.
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August 2008