Title: Intoxicating
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Bela/Rod
Rating: PG-13
Category: Romance
Summary: There's something extremely intimate in the simple act of sharing a smoke.
A/N: Smoking is bad for your health. Don't take this story as an encouragement to start.
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.
The door was ajar. Bela pushed it open and stepped outside. Rod was standing with his back against the wall, lazily smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, do you have another one?"
Rod shook his head. "This was the last one, sorry. But we can share," he offered holding out the half-smoked cigarette.
"Thanks." The drummer took a drag and exhaled slowly. "God, I needed it."
"I thought you were quitting."
"Yeah, for the fourth time this month." He put the cigarette to his lips again and closed his eyes. He could already feel the nicotine running through his system, spreading from his lungs to the very tip of his fingers. He handed the cigarette back to Rod. Bela knew smoking was a bad habit, and Farin never missed an opportunity to remind him, but the guitarist had never smoked, so he couldn't understand just how delicious it felt. Besides, he had always thought there was something extremely intimate in the simple act of sharing a smoke. It was like sharing a secret, something wrong and dangerous. He looked at Rod as he took one last drag and crushed the butt against the wall. On impulse he closed the distance between them, put his hand on the back of the bassist's head and pulled him towards him.
Rod's mouth tasted of tobacco, of course, and Bela thought it was the most intoxicating taste ever. He bit his friend's tongue and Rod moaned into his mouth, his hands coming up to the drummer's arse and pulling him closer. Their kisses were always intense, leaving them with swollen lips and pounding hearts, and that one was no exception.
They were both out of breath when they finally pulled apart.
Bela licked his lips. "We'd better go back. Soundcheck's about to start."
Rod nodded. Bela gave him one last quick kiss and walked inside. The bassist leaned against the wall again and tilted his head back. He needed to buy a packet of cigarettes.
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February 2007