The art of living together - To friendship spin-off
#4: Morgenmuffel
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Characters: Richy/Igor
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance/PWP
Summary: He definitely needed more practice.
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's eyes fluttered open. He had got used to waking up early surprisingly quickly and even felt nice and rested in the morning, something that had never happened before. He liked to think that had something to do with sharing his bed with Igor, who always ensured they were both well and truly exhausted before they went to sleep. He turned on his side and smiled: the drummer was sleeping peacefully next to him, and Richard felt bad for having to wake him up.
"Igor?"
Unsurprisingly, Igor didn't answer. Richard put a hand on his friend's shoulder and shook him lightly. Igor's only reaction was a muffled "Mmh".
"Come on, sleepyhead, it's your big day as model today."
"Mmh."
"You're gonna be late."
Igor snuggled closer to him and pressed his forehead against Richard's chest, mumbling something that sounded like "Five minutes". Richard kissed the top of his head.
"I'll go make coffee."
Igor sneaked his arms around Richard's torso and hugged him tight.
"Later."
Richard buried a hand in his friend's dishevelled black hair. "Only five minutes, OK? I have to go to work too."
Igor made a happy little noise and pressed himself even closer; it felt like every centimetre of their skin was touching, and Richard basked in the feeling. He closed his eyes and sighed. He had grown extremely attached to Igor in the last few weeks and that scared him; Igor was his best friend, the one who had always been there for him, who had helped him get over Anja when she had dumped him, leaving him utterly devastated and not knowing what to do with himself and his life. What would happen if whatever there was between the two of them didn't work out? He hugged him tighter and shoved the thought out of his mind.
The promised five minutes went by, but Igor seemed to have no intention of getting out of bed. In fact, judging by his deep and regular breathing, Richard could tell his friend had gone back to sleep. The guitarist freed himself from the embrace and looked at him; Igor looked utterly adorable in that moment, curled up on his side like a little child. Of course the drummer would have been outraged by such a description, but Richard knew better than to use such words when they were both awake. He propped himself up on his elbows and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was definitely time to get up. Suddenly a naughty little idea popped up in his head and he grinned. He pushed the sheets down, revealing a completely naked Igor. His gaze travelled down the drummer's lean body, taking in the tattooed arm, his slim hips and flat stomach. As well as something else. He raised an eyebrow.
'Well, he must be having an interesting dream,' he thought as his eyes fell on Igor's erection. His grin grew wider and he reached down, closing his hand around his friend's cock. Igor moaned, but didn't wake up. Richard leaned in and kissed his shoulder, hand moving slowly up and down. Feeling daring, he slid his lips across the drummer's chest and bit down on a nipple, drawing a gasp from the sleeping form. Richard wondered if Igor could sleep through an orgasm, and decided that was the perfect moment to find out.
He mouthed kisses down Igor's stomach and stopped at his navel. Could he really do it? Knowing Igor was still asleep gave him courage – he couldn't really complain if Richard did something wrong – and so he proceeded. He started with a tentative lick, growing bolder as he heard Igor moan again, muscles twitching under his hands, and ran his tongue in slow strokes along his whole length. When he had got used to the idea that, yes, he was licking Igor's cock, and no, it wasn't as disgusting as he had thought it would be, he went a step further and took the tip in his mouth. He didn't really know how he was supposed to suck and move his head at the same time without choking, so he just opted for the latter, being careful not to scrape his teeth against Igor's skin – even if he suspected his friend would like that, he just seemed the type who enjoyed a bit of pain; he'll have to find out some other time.
He had managed to take almost all of it in his mouth, when he felt Igor's body stiffen; he closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself for what was going to happen. The sounds Igor made when he came were so hot Richard thought he could get hard just by listening to them. As it was, he was too busy trying to swallow to enjoy them fully. He definitely needed more practice.
"God, Richard... Are you trying to kill me?" Igor asked, sounding out of breath. Well, that answered Richard's earlier question.
"No, just to get your arse out of bed."
"I could get used to such a wake up call," Igor said, raising his arms above his head and stretching languidly.
Richard sat up and slapped the drummer's hip. "Get up, you lazy sod."
"What, now? I'm afraid I'll need five minutes before I'm ready for another go."
Richard rolled his eyes. "I'll just go make coffee. For real this time."
Igor grabbed Richard's arms and pulled him down for a quick kiss.
"Thank you," he murmured against his lips. "But I want to be awake next time, so I can see how you look with your mouth full of my cock."
Richard stood up and went to the bathroom. He'd need a cold shower before going to work.
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September 2008