Title: A friendly obsession
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Characters: Richy/Igor
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance
Summary: "You said you wanted to know what it feels like."
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 was staring at Igor's necklace again. The silver snake-like pendant always caught his attention: the way it reflected the light as it dangled from the drummer's neck, swinging at each step he took, every little movement he made. Richard couldn't take his eyes off it.
The fact he wanted to nuzzle it aside and lick the hollow of Igor's throat had nothing to do with his fascination, of course.
He didn't know when it had begun. One day he had been brooding over Anja and the next one he was staring hopelessly at his best friend. His male best friend. Sure, Igor was a bit effeminate at times, but he was most definitely a male. It all felt so sudden. He started noticing little things he had always overlooked: the way Igor walked, his child-like pout, the incredible green of his eyes. And that damned pendant. He thought he was going crazy. He just hoped he would be able to hide his crush, he was sure he would die of embarrassment if Igor ever found out.
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"I wonder what it's like."
Igor looked up from the newspaper he had found on the bench. "What?"
Richard nodded towards the couple sitting on the pavement across the street. Two boys in their early twenties, holding hands and exchanging furtive kisses while talking in each other's ears. "Kissing a boy. Mustn't be all that different from kissing a girl."
Igor shrugged and went back to reading the local news.
Richard bit his lip. That was the perfect opportunity to break the subject. He took a deep breath and asked the question he had wanted to ask for weeks. "Have you ever tried?"
Igor cast him a sidelong glance. "Just because I wear make up it doesn't mean I'm queer," he said sharply.
The answer felt like a slap in the face to Richard. "I know," he say quickly, trying to find a way to justify himself. "I didn't mean to imply... I mean..."
"Whatever. That's our bus," Igor interrupted him. He stood up and dropped the newspaper on the ground. Richard wanted to kick himself. Repeatedly. He got to his feet and followed Igor onto the bus.
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It was quite late when they finally left the club. Richard had never seen Igor so drunk, the drummer couldn't even stand on his own. He had the suspicion his friend had taken something else besides alcohol, but he didn't bother asking, Igor was too far gone to hold a conversation. And Richard doubted he would get an honest answer anyway.
The guitarist had to keep an arm around Igor's waist as they walked down the street. Igor shuffled along beside him muttering incomprehensible words under his breath and Richard tried not to think of how much he was enjoying the closeness.
They reached the bus stop just in time to see their bus leave without them. Richard sighed and sat down on the pavement, keeping his arm around Igor. The drummer yawned and rested his head on Richard's shoulder. Richard looked down at him and smiled.
"Tired?"
"Mmh."
"I'm afraid we'll have to wait quite a bit, we've just missed the bus."
"Mmh."
Richard shook his head and glanced up. A plane was flying right over their heads. He wondered what it would feel like, flying away. There, in West Berlin, he sometimes felt like a trapped animal. No matter which direction he took, no matter how fast he ran, he knew the wall would always be there, a long cement snake surrounding the city, protecting DDR citizens from the temptations of capitalism. If only he had money, he would take one of those planes and leave it all behind. He unconsciously pulled Igor closer to him.
"The question you asked me earlier," Igor's voice broke the night's silence and brought Richard out of his reverie. "The answer is yes."
Richard stared at the empty street in front of them.
"Ah."
He didn't know what to say. He had got his answer, now what?
Igor lifted his head from his friend's shoulder. "You said you wanted to know what it feels like."
Richard shrugged. He didn't want to imagine Igor kissing another boy, the mere thought made his stomach wrench. He tried to convince himself he wasn't jealous. He was going to say it wasn't really important and they should just forget that conversation, but then one of Igor's hands was on his cheek, gently turning his face. He didn't have time to say anything. He didn't need to.
Kissing Igor wasn't like kissing a girl. It wasn't like anything he had ever felt before. Not even his first kiss with Anja had been so intense and he had been totally smitten with her back then. Igor tasted of alcohol and smoke, but Richard didn't care. There was a nagging little voice in the back of his head telling him that Igor was completely plastered, probably unaware of what he was doing and wouldn't remember anything in the morning, but he decided to ignore it. He knew that could very well be his only chance and he didn't want to waste it. He didn't care if Igor was kissing him just because he was drunk, he didn't care if he would forget all about it in a few hours. He just wanted to enjoy the moment.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, their lips parting for an instant and drawing back together, again and again. Igor's free hand found its way under Richard's worn out leather jacket, then under his thin T-shirt. His palm was cold and sent a shiver down the guitarist's spine as it settled on the small of his back.
Eventually Igor pulled back, his lips sliding along Richard's jaw and down his throat and he rested his head on his friend's shoulder again. Richard leaned his head on top of Igor's and closed his eyes. He didn't care how much longer they would have to wait for the bus.
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"I'm going to die..." Igor mumbled holding his head with both hands. They were supposed to rehearse, but the drummer was too sick to stand, let alone play. He was sitting on the dirty floor of the abandoned warehouse looking definitely worse for wear.
"You shouldn't have drunk so much last night" Richard said while tuning his guitar. Hans had already gone away, muttering something about idiotic, alcoholic drummers under his breath, but the guitarist hadn't had the heart to leave Igor alone in that state. He was sorry for him, but at the same time relieved: Igor seemed too busy with his hangover to talk about what had happened at the bus stop the night before. Richard wasn't even sure his friend could remember anything at all. He turned up the volume and played a couple of chords.
"Stop. Please, stop..." Igor moaned, covering his ears with his hands.
Richard sighed and took off his guitar. "All right, let's go. It's no use staying here if you're feeling like this."
"Help me up?" The drummer asked holding out his hands. Richard rolled his eyes and pulled him to his feet. Igor wavered and ended up pressed against the guitarist's chest.
"Thank you," he murmured and took a step back. He looked up at him and smiled.
Richard wanted to hug him. He wanted to kiss him and hold him and make him forget all about his hangover. Instead he only mumbled a "Don't mention it" and lead the way out of the warehouse.
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Richard opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk. It was almost empty. He made a face and brought it to his lips.
"Your parents?"
Richard wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Dad had a check-up, mum went to the hospital with him."
"How is he?"
Richard shrugged and threw the carton into the rubbish bin. "Better. The doctors said he could have a relapse, though."
Igor knew Richard didn't like talking about his father, so he didn't press the matter. He followed him in silence as he left the kitchen and went into his bedroom. Richard slipped off his shoes and sat down on the bed. Igor sat down on the floor in front of him.
"Want to listen to something? I didn't get anything new since last time though, I have no money."
"No thanks, I still have one hell of a headache."
Richard nodded and lay down on the mattress with his hands behind his head.
"Sorry about last night."
"Mmh?"
"I was drunk, I shouldn't have done that. Sorry."
Richard turned his head in Igor's direction. He was looking at the floor, his long black hair covering his face. He sat back up and took a deep breath.
"I'm not."
Igor looked up at him frowning. "What?"
It took Richard all his will power not to look away. "I'm not sorry. I'd wanted to do that for a long time."
Igor's incredulous expression was almost comical. "You wanted to kiss me?" Richard nodded. "But you're not... I mean, what about Anja?"
"Yeah, I know. I mean, I don't know. It just sort of happened."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know what to say! I couldn't come up to you and say 'You know, I've got this huge crush on you, do you mind if I kiss you?' And then you said you're not queer and..."
"You caught me off guard. I didn't know how you'd react if I told you I like boys and girls alike."
Richard's eyes widened. "You do?"
Igor shrugged. Richard got up from the bed and sat down on the floor next to him. He had never been so nervous. "Would you kiss me now that you're not drunk?"
Igor studied him for a moment, then smiled and leaned in. His lips had barely brushed Richard's when they heard the front door open.
"Richard? Are you home?"
Richard sprang up and went out into the corridor. "Yeah, I'm in here. Igor's here too, don't disturb us!" He could hear his father grumble something as he closed to door of his bedroom and leaned his back against it. He sighed and looked at Igor, who was standing up.
"I think I'd better go now."
"What? Why? You can stay, we can..."
Igor placed a hand on Richard's cheek. "Don't worry, I haven't changed my mind. I just don't want your dad to walk in on us and have another heart attack." He pulled Richard's head down and kissed him. A shiver ran down Richard's back as Igor's teeth lightly grazed his bottom lip. "Come to my place tomorrow, my mum will be away all afternoon."
Richard could only nod.
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Igor opened the door and greeted him with a smile. "Sorry, the place is a mess. But that's nothing new, is it?"
Richard walked in, hands stuffed into his pockets. He almost jumped as his friend put a hand on his shoulder.
"Is everything all right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, of course." He took off his jacket and followed Igor into his bedroom.
"Look what I found in the rubbish this morning!" Igor held up the 45 of ‘Bela Lugosi's dead'. "Someone just threw it away. And there isn't even a scratch on it!" He slipped the record out of its sleeve and put it on the record-player, picked up the needle and carefully placed it on the vinyl surface. "I love this song."
He started nodding his head in time to the music and drumming his hands on his thighs. Richard smiled. Igor behaved like a little boy sometimes and he loved watching him. He walked up behind him and hugged him, nuzzling his face into the black hair.
Igor turned around and looked up. Richard's expression was expectant and nervous at the same time. The drummer took his friend's face in his hands and pulled him down.
Richard closed his eyes. Igor wasn't drunk this time, his mouth didn't taste of either alcohol or tobacco, but the kiss was just as intense as the one they had shared two nights before. Richard let his hands wander down Igor's back, ran his fingertips along his studded belt. He tucked his purple shirt out of his trousers and slid his hands beneath it.
Igor broke the kiss. He took Richard's hand and walked him to the bed. They sat down and looked at each other.
"Are you nervous?" Igor asked, still holding Richard's hand.
"No." Igor raised an eyebrow at him. "All right, a little bit."
The drummer smiled. "I was nervous too the first time. It's normal."
"Does it, you know..." Richard made a vague gesture with his free hand.
"Hurt?" Igor finished for him. Richard nodded. "Terribly. The first time you think you're going to die. All you want is for it to stop, all you can think is 'God, please, let this end.' But only if the other guy is a selfish bastard who just wants to get off and doesn't care one bit about you and what you're feeling."
Richard could see that Igor was talking from experience. He clenched his fist and had the sudden urge to find the bastard who had hurt his friend and punch him right in the face.
"But if you're doing it with someone to whom you're more than just a convenient hole, it can be the most wonderful thing in the world."
Richard swallowed. "Would you show me?"
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Igor kissed his way down Richard's back, starting at the nape of his neck and going slowly lower, as if intending to kiss every single vertebra. Richard was trembling visibly by the time his friend reached the small of his back, fear and anticipation making him more sensitive than he'd ever been.
His heart jumped in his throat as Igor reached for the nightstand, stretching over his back like a human blanket. He fancied he could feel every muscle move and twitch as his friend opened the drawer and rummaged inside. When he finally found was he was looking for, he sat up and straddled Richard's legs.
Richard waited. He could feel his heart pound furiously in his chest, the thought of what was about to happen making him dizzy. In just a few moments he and Igor would... Igor. Why wasn't he doing anything? What was he waiting for? Richard turned his head to see what was going on. Igor was just kneeling there astride his legs, a small smile on his lips as he watched him.
"What are you doing?"
"Enjoying the view. It's not everyday I have a pretty blonde naked in my bed."
Richard blushed and looked away. "Stop talking crap."
"I'm not talking crap." Igor put his hands on Richard's shoulders and started massaging him. He must've used some lotion, Richard thought as Igor's slick hands slid slowly down his back. "You don't know how hot you look, lying here waiting for me." Igor's hands slid even lower as he spoke, caressing Richard's hips and then moving to his buttocks. Richard couldn't stop the little gasp that escaped his lips.
"Ready?"
Richard tensed all over. "Y-yes."
Igor sighed. "No, you're not." He placed his hands around Richard's waist and lightly stroked his sides. "We don't have to do this if you're not sure."
"No!" Richard turned on his back and propped himself up on his elbows. "I am sure. I am. Please, I've thought of it so much, I don't want to stop now."
Igor smiled and stroked Richard's cheek with the back of his fingers. "You're too nervous, it's going to hurt."
"I don't care. I've... I've dreamed of this moment, I'm not afraid of a little pain."
Igor's smile turned mischievous and he got closer to his friend. "You've had wet dreams about me?"
Richard could feel himself blush again, but decided to ignore it and play along. "Yes. More than once. Very realistic dreams."
Igor raised an eyebrow. "Was I good?"
"You were brilliant." Richard put a hand on the back of Igor's head and pulled him even closer. The tips of their noses were touching. "Every time I woke up all hot and sweaty and could never go back to sleep, I could still feel your hands on my skin, your taste on my tongue."
"You little tease." Igor filled the tiny gap between them with a kiss. Richard placed his free hand on the drummer's shoulder and reclined back, pulling him down on top of him. He moved his legs around until Igor was lying in between them and bent one knee, lifting his hips and rubbing against his friend in a slow and steady rhythm.
Igor pulled back with a gasp. "You're really determined, aren't you?"
Richard looked him straight in the eye. "Yes."
Igor didn't say anything. He grabbed the tube he had taken out of the drawer and squeezed some lotion onto his fingers, then, holding Richard's gaze, he reached down. Richard closed his eyes as he felt slick fingers touch places no one had ever touched before.
"Look at me."
It took him a while to fight off the embarrassment and open his eyes again. Igor was looking intently at him.
"How does it feel?"
Richard had to think of what to say, it wasn't like anything he had ever felt before.
"Weird."
"Do you want me to stop?"
He shook his head. "No."
Igor went on, his fingers moving in a gentle, regular rhythm. He kissed Richard's knee and slid his free hand along his thigh, a slow caress that made the guitarist shiver. Richard raised a hand to his friend's cheek and Igor turned his face into it, first nuzzling his palm and then biting down.
"Igor, I'm... You can..."
Igor looked down at him from under half-closed lids, still mouthing his palm. The image was so sensual Richard thought he was going to come on the spot. Igor kissed Richard's wrist and proceeded along his forearm, stopping at the inside of his elbow and nipping the soft skin until it turned red. Richard gasped.
"Please..."
"I never thought you'd beg like this. You're such a dirty little boy."
"And you're a fucking tease."
Igor sat up, grinning. Richard felt strangely empty as his fingers moved away. The drummer put more lotion on his palm and started slowly stroking himself. Richard couldn't help staring.
"Like what you see?"
Richard was beyond blushing. He reached out and covered Igor's hand with his.
"Stop. Teasing."
As a reply, Igor stopped touching himself and closed his slick fist around Richard's cock. The guitarist would have been embarrassed by the squeaking sound he made, had he not been too busy trying not to come too soon.
Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Igor positioned himself and slowly pushed forward.
Richard squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath.
"Breathe. Richard, breathe." Igor whispered in his ear and his voice sounded strained, as if he was trying very hard to keep control. He gave a tentative push and Richard's back arched. He put his hands on the guitarist's hips and started a slow rhythm.
Richard took a few deep calming breaths and opened his eyes.
Igor. All he could see was Igor. Igor hovering over him, head hanging forward and hair even wilder than usual. Igor taking short, gasping breaths, face flushed and damp with sweat. Igor looking at him, the black eyeliner the drummer was always wearing smudged and making his eyes look even brighter. Or maybe it was passion that made them shine like that. Richard couldn't believe he was the one causing all that.
And then there was the pendant. That damn pendant swinging from Igor's neck and bouncing against his collarbones at every thrust. Unable to resist, Richard grabbed the necklace and pulled Igor down for a kiss. The drummer was all too happy to comply, kissing and licking and biting until both their lips were swollen and sore.
And then he pulled back with a gasp. His movements got faster and less controlled, his whole body tense, his expression turned into one of pure ecstasy. Richard couldn't look away.
"Fuck..."
He slumped forward, burying his face on the pillow. Richard put a hand on his back, caressing the damp skin with long, slow strokes. Igor turned his head, his breathing still laboured.
"Sorry."
"What for?"
"I didn't want it to be so quick."
Richard smiled and ran his hand through Igor's long black hair. "Don't worry. You were great."
"You didn't even come. But I have a solution for that."
He got on his hands and knees and slid down the bed. Richard stared. Igor couldn't possibly want to... Richard took a trembling breath as Igor's tongue touched him.
"I-Igor..."
His eyes rolled back into his head as his friend closed his mouth around him and started sucking. He clutched the sheets, feet moving restlessly on the mattress. Suddenly the air in the bedroom felt stifling hot.
"Igor," he gasped. "Stop... I'm... I'm..."
Igor looked up and met his eyes. Richard couldn't take it anymore. He threw his head back on the pillow, eyes shut tight and mouth open. He thought he was going to die.
And then it was over and he was just lying boneless on Igor's bed, sated and drained. And completely, utterly happy.
Igor laid down on his side next to him and draped an arm over his stomach. Richard turned and looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"That was... amazing. I mean, everything, not just... This." He felt slightly embarrassed at the thought his best friend had just given him the best blowjob of his life.
The drummer gave him a small smile. "You'll probably be sore as hell tomorrow."
"I don't care." Richard nuzzled his face into the side of his neck. "Thank you."
Igor pulled him closer and planted a kiss on his temple. Richard smiled. This was better than any dream could ever be.
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October 2007