The art of living together - To friendship spin-off
#6: Green-eyed monster
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Characters: Richy/Igor, Richy/OFC
Rating: R
Category: Romance/Angst
Summary: If Igor could play, so could he.
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.
"Guys, I have great news!"
Hans glared as Igor entered the old warehouse. "You're late again, you fucker."
"Shut up, you. You know my friend Sophie? The one who goes to art school?"
Richard raised an eyebrow. "The one who pays to see you naked?"
"Haha. Her school is organising a concert and she asked me if we want to play!"
"Fuck yeah!"
Igor grinned. "That's what I said too." He perched on the bass amp, ignoring Hans's protests. "Actually, only student bands are supposed to play, but since I model for them and she knows I'm in a band, she talked the organisers into letting us play as well."
"That's really nice of her."
Hans snorted. "She probably just wants to get in your pants."
"You're just jealous of my charm," Igor replied and hopped down. "So, should we practice? Gig's next week."
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Richard was high on adrenaline. They had played for less than thirty minutes and most of the people standing there didn't even know who they were - well, someone did recognise Igor - but he didn't care. Being on a stage, performing their songs in front of a real audience, was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced. Better than sex even. He turned around and grinned at Igor, who looked just as ecstatic as he felt. The drummer probably wouldn't agree on the "better than sex" part and would insist he could make Richard change his mind.
They put their stuff into Hans's car and headed to the bar. Another band was already playing, but they sounded quite bland.
"Igor!" A girl with short, dishevelled black hair trotted up to them, smiling brightly.
"Hey, Sophie!" Igor hugged her and, keeping his arm around her waist, introduced her to the others. "Guys, this is Sophie, we have to thank her if we could play here today."
"Oh, no need to thank me, you were much better than most of the other bands."
"It doesn't take much, really, some of them were appalling."
"Hey!" She playfully slapped his shoulder. "That's not very nice."
"What? You've just admitted they suck!"
"They're my schoolmates, I can slag them off however I like."
While the friendly banter went on, Richard noticed that Igor's arm was still wrapped loosely around Sophie's waist, and the girl didn't seem to mind at all. Maybe Hans was right, maybe she did want to get into Igor's pants. The thought upset Richard more than he'd like to admit. The drummer was free to do whatever - and whomever - he wanted, just because they slept together it didn't mean they were a couple. Still, seeing that girl flirting with him made Richard's mood turn suddenly foul.
"I'm getting something to drink. See you later." He didn't wait for an answer and walked away.
Richard knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He hadn't been with a girl since he had started sleeping with Igor and was sure his friend hadn't either. Maybe Igor missed some old-fashioned straight fucking. Or fucking in general, since they hadn't taken that step yet. Richard thought Igor would be willing to try, he still remembered how intensely his friend had reacted when he had fingered him in the bathtub, but the guitarist was wary about it. Hand jobs and blowjobs were OK, but fucking your best friend in the arse was... definitely gay. And they weren't gay.
"Hey, you're in the band that just played, aren't you?"
Richard looked up, glad for the distraction. The girl standing in front of him had long black hair and bright red lips, and the white dress she was wearing looked like the punk version of a wedding dress, ripped, cut and kept together with safety pins.
"Yeah, I'm the guitarist," he said sipping his beer.
"I really liked you, do you have any other gigs planned?"
They started talking about music and art, and Richard mentioned he liked the girl's dress. She smiled coyly and started playing idly with her hair. He had forgotten how nice it was flirting with girls, especially with someone who actually shared his tastes in music.
The conversation flowed smoothly and Richard forgot all about Igor. Until the girl - Vanessa was her name - went to the toilet and left him alone for a couple of minutes. He looked around the room and saw them: they were sitting on the floor - far too close to each other, Richard thought - with their backs resting against the wall, and Sophie was saying something in Igor's ear. Igor nodded, smiling, and she put a hand on his thigh.
Richard turned around, hands clenched into fists.
"I'm back," Vanessa said. She noticed his change of expression. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, yes. Just... Care to go for a walk?"
"Sure, let me get my jacket."
Richard avoided looking at the place where he knew Igor was sitting as they walked out.
"Shouldn't you tell your friends you're going away?"
"Don't worry," he said, and put his arm around her waist. If Igor could play, so could he.
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They ended up at Vanessa's flat. She lived with two other girls, but they were both still at the concert, so they had the place all for themselves. She took his hand and guided him to her bedroom, closing the door once they were inside.
"I wouldn't want one of my flatmates to walk in at the wrong time." She smiled and put her arms around his neck, tilting her head to the side.
Richard concentrated on her sweet scent, on the softness of her breast pressing against his chest, on all the things that reminded him she was a girl, and not...
She was completely different from Anja, much wilder and less inhibited. She seemed to never get enough of his kisses, and he gave in all too willingly. When they were finally naked - it took her a while to get out of her dress - she sat down on the bed and looked up at him, smiling.
"Wanna do it from behind?"
Richard nodded, he would have agreed to anything at that point. She grabbed a condom from the bedside table, handed it over to him and got up on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Richard knelt behind her. He couldn't see her face this way, just a mass of black hair. He wondered if Igor would look like that just before getting fucked.
He mentally cursed. He wasn't thinking of Igor while having sex with a very good-looking girl, no, he wasn't. He pushed into her and she threw her head back, moaning softly. Richard reached around and touched her breasts, hoping that would clear his mind from any Igor-related thoughts. But images of his friend kept popping up until he couldn't say what was real anymore. Would Igor arch his back like that? Would he clutch the sheets and beg for more while Richard thrust into him, over and over? Would he say he loved him?
Richard gasped and screwed up his eyes, only barely aware of the body moving under him as he came. He dropped onto his side, not really caring whether Vanessa had come or not. She didn't seem to mind, though, and looked quite pleased when she rolled over onto her back.
"Wow, that was intense." She stretched herself out and sighed. "You can stay the night if you want."
Richard stared at the wall. A little voice inside him was telling him he had just made a big mistake. He fell asleep to the image of Igor's hurt, disappointed expression.
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July 2009