Title: Right here, right now
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Farin/Rod
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Summary: Even Farin can get submissive every now and then.
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.
"Let's fuck."
Farin looked up from the book he was reading and stared goggle-eyed at Rod, who had just sat down on the bunk next to him.
"What?"
"I said," Rod repeated, taking the book from Farin's hands and dropping it to the floor. "Let's fuck."
"Now? Here?" Farin asked looking over Rod's shoulder. The tourbus was empty and silent. "Are you crazy? What if Bela comes back?"
"Bela is off somewhere with Mareike, probably doing what we're about to," Rod replied with a smile. He placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Farin and hovered over him.
"Rod, be sensible. What about the crew? What if someone comes back earlier and..."
Rod leaned down and silenced him with a kiss. Farin tried to pull away at first, but he was trapped between the pillow and Rod's body and there wasn't much room to move about. He put his hands on the bassist's shoulders to push him away, but Rod only pressed himself closer and slid a knee between Farin's legs.
"Rod," Farin gasped in-between kisses. "Stop..."
"No," he murmured against Farin's throat. He teased Farin's Adam's apple with the tip of his tongue and closed his lips around it, sucking slowly. He sneaked a hand under the guitarist's T-Shirt and brushed his fingertips lightly over his waist before moving higher and stroking them teasingly over a nipple. Farin tried to wiggle away from the touch, but only managed to rub himself against Rod's thigh, which was placed directly over his crotch. He screwed up his eyes and cursed his treacherous body, which always responded so intensely whenever Rod was involved. He took a deep breath and tried to regain control, but he knew it was useless.
And so he gave in. He buried a hand in Rod's black hair and pulled him into another kiss.
It was hungry and messy, all teeth and tongues and wandering hands, and Farin forgot all about Bela and the crew and everything that existed outside his bunk. All that mattered was Rod and his mouth and his fingers lifting Farin's T-shirt, exploring his skin and raising goose bumps in their wake.
They were both out of breath by the time they pulled apart.
"No more objections now, mmh?" Rod murmured against Farin's lips.
"I could still change my mind."
"Oh, really?" Rod smiled and cupped the quite visible erection that was prodding his thigh. Farin gasped. Rod's smile turned into an outright grin and he squeezed lightly, drawing a choked moan from his bandmate. He undid Farin's belt buckle and unzipped his trousers. The guitarist arched his back, seeking more contact with Rod's hand, but the bassist kept his touch light and teasing.
"Turn over."
Farin did as he was told with some difficulty, the bus bunk was far too small for two people. Rod worked Farin's trousers and underwear down, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him up on his hands and knees.
"Time to try the new pre-lubed condoms," he said reaching into the backpocket of his jeans. He took one out of his wallet and ripped it open with his teeth.
Farin turned his head and looked at him with a worried expression. "I'm not really sure that'll be enough."
"You want more lube?" Rod pressed two fingers against the guitarist's lips. "Suck."
Farin watched him incredulously at first, but then decided to play along. Staring straight into his eyes, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Rod's fingers, smiling coyly as he closed his lips around them and sucked slowly.
The sight was incredibly erotic.
Rod unzipped his jeans and put the condom on one-handed, then pulled his fingers out of Farin's mouth. Farin couldn't suppress a gasp as they were placed elsewhere.
"You like this, don't you?" Rod whispered in his ear. "No matter how reluctant you pretend to be, you bloody love this."
He drew his fingers out and grabbed him firmly by the waist. Farin bit his lower lip at the first contact, trying to be as quiet as possible. He reached a hand down to stroke himself, but Rod grasped his wrist and moved his hand away.
"What..."
"No. Not until I tell you to."
Rod rarely showed his dominant streak, but Farin knew it was no use trying to argue with him when he did, so he just pressed his cheek against the pillow and grabbed onto the edge of the bunk.
"Good boy."
One of Rod's hands wandered down Farin's thigh and up again, occasionally brushing his neglected erection. He started moving faster, his hold growing tighter and his breathing erratic until he finally collapsed on top of Farin. Farin, on the other hand, was still hard and in desperate need of release. The weight of Rod's body on his back was pressing him down onto the bunk and he couldn't move properly, so he began humping the mattress, looking for any kind of friction that could alleviate his discomfort.
Feeling that, Rod put his hands on the guitarist's hips and stilled his movements.
"Rod, please..." Farin whined, his need evident in the broken tone of his voice.
Rod sat up and turned him over. He looked down at Farin's flushed face and smiled.
"I want to see you when you come."
"You're a fucking pervert."
Rod's smile turned into a grin. "Yes. And you love it."
He reached down and grabbed him firmly, drawing a startled yelp from him. Farin closed his eyes and clenched the blanket with both hands as Rod stroked him into oblivion, leaving him gasping and shivering when he was finally done.
By the time he was coherent again, Rod had cleaned him up and made him somehow presentable. Even though his sated, just-shagged expression was a dead give-away of what they had just done. He lazily opened his eyes and looked up at him.
"You're fucking crazy, you know that?"
Rod smiled and leaned down to kiss him once more. "Yes. And that's why you love me."
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Febrauary 2006