Title: Three
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Bela/Farin/Rod
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance/PWP/Humour
Summary: The first time Rod had seen them, he had been shocked.
Russian translation available here.
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 first time Rod had seen them, he had been shocked. He had opened the door of the dressing room and found them there, Farin pressing Bela against the wall and kissing him fiercely, his hands clutching Bela's arse, while the drummer's hands had found their way under Farin's shirt and were working their way up his back.
He had gaped at them until Bela had pulled back from the kiss and told him, "Close the door, will you? Anyone could walk in." He had apologised and hurriedly left the room.
The second time, he had been embarrassed. They had been in the studio and Rod had gone to fetch something to drink. Walking back into the little lounge he had found Farin sitting on the couch with Bela kneeling astride his lap. Farin's hands had been once again on Bela's arse and the two of them had been snogging like teenagers.
He had sat down in a corner with his back to the couch, plugged a pair of headphones into his bass and started playing a random song.
But now, now he was horny. The lift doors had just slid closed and Bela was already pushing Farin up against the mirror, pulling the blond head down and shoving his tongue down Farin's throat. Rod looked away, but the post-concert adrenaline running through his veins made him acutely aware of every gasp, every moan coming from his bandmates. He had to resist the urge to adjust the front of his trousers.
"Can't you two wait till you get to your room?" He finally said, exasperated. "You're not horny schoolboys anymore, for fuck's sake."
Farin pulled back just enough to look at him. He was sporting his usual infuriating grin.
"What's the problem, Rod? It's just a smooch."
"You really need to get laid more often, Rod," Bela added while nuzzling Farin's neck. "It'd do wonders for your mood."
"Thanks for telling me," Rod snapped back and punched on the fifth floor button repeatedly. "This lift is fucking slow."
"Got a date? Don't worry, your right hand isn't going anywhere," Farin said.
Bela giggled and smacked his shoulder. "Don't be so mean to poor little Rod."
"What? What did I say?"
Rod stalked out of the lift as soon as the doors slid open. He could hear Bela and Farin muttering something, but he was beyond caring. He stopped in front of his room and rummaged through his pockets in search of the key.
"Shit!" He growled as the magnetic card fell to the floor. He kneeled down and picked it up. As he stood back up he found Bela and Farin standing on either side of him.
"What do you want?"
"Are you mad at us?" Farin asked, looking only a little bit apologetic. "We were just having a bit of fun."
Rod closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "No, I'm not mad, I'm just tired. Can I go to sleep now?"
"Are you sure you want to sleep?" Bela asked, sounding oddly near.
Rod turned his head and saw the drummer standing far closer than he should. "What?" He took a step back, but found himself almost stumbling into Farin. He felt trapped and didn't like the sensation at all.
"You've been looking at us all night. At first we thought we were bothering you, but maybe we got it all wrong. Maybe you're just... curious?"
"Yeah, maybe you feel left out?" Farin added and put his hands on Rod's shoulders.
Rod began to panic. "What the bloody fuck are you talking about? I don't wanna join in your little games. I like women, got it? Women. With boobs and a cunt and everything else women have. If I ever want to play with a dick, I'll play with mine."
"Hey, hey. No need to get so worked up over it," Bela said raising his hands, as if trying to physically block Rod's rant. "You don't want to, that's fine with us. We're not gonna force you into anything."
"Yeah, it was just an idea," Farin went on. "We'll just let you sleep. Goodnight." He turned round and headed for his room.
Bela started walking after him, then stopped and leaned in to whisper in Rod's ear.
"You don't know what you're missing, though." He pinched the bassist's arse and trotted up to Farin.
Rod quickly entered his room and threw himself onto the bed. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a long time.
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Rod had been thinking of it for three days. There had been no more blatant displays of affection between Bela and Farin, just a few fleeting kisses and some quick arse-pawing backstage, and they hadn't spoken of their little conversation at all. He could tell they were trying to be more discreet as not to upset him, but the idea just wouldn't get out of his mind. Sure, he had refused their offer quite firmly, but what was he supposed to do? He was straight after all. A perfectly normal straight man, who just happened to be slightly obsessed with his two best friends. Male best friends.
He was scared. He was curious. He was confused.
And he was horny as hell.
They were walking along a dimly lit hotel corridor, trying to find their rooms. Bela had an arm around Farin's waist, while one of Farin's hands was tucked into the back pocket of Bela's jeans. Rod stared at the floor, trying to find the right words. He had drunk more than he usually did, hoping the extra alcohol would relax him and make him more confident, but it clearly hadn't worked.
"Rod?"
Rod was startled out of his thoughts by Bela's voice. "Y-yes?"
"Your room," Bela said pointing at the door on their right.
"Ah, yeah. Thanks."
Farin raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing.
"All right. Goodnight, then," added Bela.
"Wait!" Rod called as his two bandmates started to walk away. "About... About the other night..."
Farin sighed and pulled his hand out of Bela's pocket. Bela pouted at him. "Look, you don't have to talk about it if it makes you so uncomfortable. Just forget it, OK?"
"No, I don't want to forget it."
"What do you want then?"
"I want to take you up on that offer."
Bela's eyes widened in an almost comical way. "Are you sure this isn't just the alcohol talking? You seemed to be quite, er, adverse to the idea the other night."
"Yeah, I know, but..." Rod rubbed his hands together nervously. "I'd... I mean, I... Oh fuck, just forget it. Goodnight," he said, exasperated, and turned to the door.
A hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"You're the one who said you didn't want to forget it," Farin whispered directly into his ear. "Have you changed your mind again?"
A little tremor ran down Rod's spine. He shook his head.
"Good," Farin added straightening up. "Can we join you then?"
Rod nodded and opened the door. Once they were inside he stood in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets and a positively terrified expression on his face.
"Hey, no need to be so nervous, we're here to have fun," Bela said. He walked up to him and placed an arm around his waist. "Let's have a seat, shall we?"
They sat down on the bed, Bela's hand rubbing Rod's back in a reassuring way before moving up to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through the bassist's jet-black hair.
"How about a kiss? Think you can handle that?" He asked with a smile.
"Of course I can, I'm not schoolgirl with a crush," Rod answered, sounding vaguely offended.
Bela grinned and leaned in. Rod could hear his heart pounding in his ears as their lips touched. Kissing a man wasn't all that different from kissing a woman, really. Apart from the stubble lightly scratching his skin and the tongue entering his mouth with much more decision than any woman's he'd ever kissed before. And that was Bela, a friend he had known for years. It wasn't supposed to feel that good.
He pulled back, breathless, as Farin sat down on his other side.
"D'you like that?" He asked, running a hand along Rod's thigh.
Rod licked his lips. "Yeah."
Farin nodded. "Good. Before we go on, though, I'll have to ask you something: is there anything you don't want to do? It's better if we know it before things get going, don't you think?" He added as his hand inched slowly closer to Rod's crotch.
Rod could feel himself blush. "I... uhm... Idontwannabefucked."
Bela nodded. "Fair enough, better start off slowly, things can get a bit awkward the first time. You're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Rod's jaw dropped. "What?!"
"He's talking about your arse," Farin said, his voice amused.
Rod was sure his face was bright red by that point. "Can we stop talking and just get on with it?"
"The boy's eager," Farin's voice dropped to a whisper as he pressed closer. "Sure you can handle the both of us at the same time?"
'No,' Rod thought, 'I'm not sure about anything right now.' But it was too late to back out. "Just shut up already," he said and kissed Farin full on the mouth. In some situations attack was the best defence and that was definitely one of them.
"Don't worry, Jan, I think he knows what he wants. Don't you, Rod?" Bela untucked Rod's shirt and sneaked a hand underneath.
Bela's palm felt warm, too warm as it wandered slowly over Rod's stomach, exploring every inch of skin. The bassist gasped into the kiss as a fingertip brushed his nipple.
"He's good with his hands, isn't he?" Farin murmured against Rod's lips. "And he's even better with his tongue."
Rod had absolutely no doubt about that. Two pairs of hands started working on the buttons of his shirt and mere seconds later he found himself naked from the waist up. Farin bent his head and left a trail of kisses down his neck, stopping at his nipple and sucking on it. Bela moved in front of him and latched onto the other one, grazing it lightly with his teeth at first, then biting down.
Rod was fascinated by the image: his two best friends on their knees in front of him, doing their best to please him. He clutched the sheets with both hands and let his head loll back, closing his eyes to better savour the sensation. He opened them again when he felt two hands work at his belt buckle.
Bela, now shirtless, was looking up at him with a devilish grin on his face. He pulled the zipper down and Rod raised his hips to help him take off his trousers. He slid to the centre of the bed and Bela crawled after him, looking down at him with a positively predatory expression as he settled himself between Rod's legs.
"And now things start to get really interesting," Bela said, running a hand slowly up Rod's thigh. His fingers hovered briefly over the bassist's erection, which was now covered only by the thin layer of his boxers. Rod was holding his breath, heart hammering in his chest. Bela's grin only widened as he lowered his hand and squeezed lightly. Rod could only close his eyes and hope he wouldn't come too quickly.
Fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down and finally leaving him naked. Naked and at the mercy of two people who really shouldn't have that effect on him, not after all the time he had known them. But he couldn't deny he had caught himself wondering what happened after he left them alone for the night, what exactly was going on next door when he woke up in the middle of the night and heard muffled sounds coming from the other room.
Now he was going to find out.
Bela put his hands on Rod's shoulders and pushed him gently down on the pillows, running his palms slowly down the bassist's torso and stopping at his hips. He trailed a fingertip around his navel, making him squirm.
"Stop teasing, you damned..." Rod choked down any further complaint as Bela's hand closed around him.
"Excellent way to shut him up," Farin grinned and came up behind Bela, mouthing kisses along his shoulder as he unbuttoned his trousers. "But I'm really curious to know just how loud he can get."
"I think I know how we can find out."
Rod yelped as Bela's hand was suddenly replaced by his tongue.
"Oh, fuck..."
"By the way, d'you have anything we can use as lube?" Farin asked as he pulled Bela's trousers down.
Rod was having a hard time breathing. "Uhm... I... Hand lotion?" He said in broken words.
"It'll do. Where is it?"
"Somewhere. Duffel bag. I think."
Farin sighed and got off the bed. "You're not very helpful, you know."
"You try being coherent while Bela is... ugh..." He squeezed his eyes shut as Bela put even more enthusiasm into what he was doing. Rod knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Got it!"
Rod felt the mattress dip under Farin's weight as he joined them back on the bed. He still couldn't believe he was doing it with his two bandmates and best friends. And Bela was so incredibly good with his mouth...
He gasped and opened his eyes as he felt Bela lean forward and take him in even deeper, a deep moan from his throat sending vibrations all through Rod's body. The sight that met his eyes was the hottest thing he had ever seen: Bela on all fours between his legs, eyes closed and working earnestly on him, and Farin kneeling behind him, hands on the drummer's hips as he...
"Oh, God. Oh, fuck, fuck..."
He clutched Bela's shoulders tight, not quite sure if he should push him away or pull him closer, back arching off the bed, every muscle in his body taut. The pleasure was so intense it felt almost like pain.
He didn't know when he had closed his eyes. He felt as if his whole body was made of lead and he didn't have the strength to move a single muscle. He forced himself to look up when he felt Bela draw back.
Farin's hand was buried into Bela's ruffled black hair, pulling his head back and exposing his throat. Rod could see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gasped for breath.
"Jan... Please..."
Rod had never thought he would hear Bela beg so shamelessly. His face was flushed and his eyes closed, lips parted and still slightly swollen. If he hadn't just come he would get hard all over again.
Suddenly Farin let go of Bela's hair and pushed him forward, his movements getting faster, almost violent. Bela was hovering over Rod, hands on either side of the bassist's torso trying to keep his balance. Rod acted without thinking. He reached up and closed his fist gingerly around him. Bela's eyes opened wide.
"Rod! Ah, fuck..."
A shudder ran through his body and he collapsed on top of Rod's body, his arms unable to sustain his weight any longer. Farin leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Bela's sweat-slick shoulder to muffle a groan before joining the other two.
They lay on the bed in a tangle of limbs and damp sheets, their breathing gradually slowing down. Rod wasn't exactly comfortable with two bodies lying half on top of him, but he didn't dare move. Eventually Farin pulled back and crawled next to him.
"So? Was is worth it?" He asked with a tired smile.
'Every fucking minute of it,' Rod thought.
"I hope you're not expecting us to leave," Bela said. His head was resting against Rod's chest and he looked as if he had no intention of getting up any time soon. "You'll have to drag me out, I can't lift a finger right now."
"Beside, we can have a nice shower together in the morning if you let us stay."
Rod didn't need to look at Farin to know he was grinning like an imp. He tiredly reached for the switch and turned off the light. The shower sounded like an excellent idea.
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September 2005 - January 2006