Title: To friendship - Part 3
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Characters: Richy/Igor
Rating: R
Category: Romance
Summary: "I'm not drunk enough to do this."
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5
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.
Igor was dreaming of Richard again. It had happened more and more often lately and every time they had fewer clothes on. Igor was looking forward as well as dreading the night the last item was going to be removed.
Tonight's dream was rather tame: the two of them were snuggled up together on Igor's bed, legs entwined and foreheads pressed against each other's. One of Richard's arms was draped over Igor's waist, while Igor's fingers were moving idly on his friend's flat stomach. The drummer felt utterly happy.
Thus, he was quite annoyed when his bladder decided it was time to be emptied and dragged him away from his perfect dreamy world. Igor clutched at dream-Richard's T-shirt, refusing to let go and abandon his nice make-believe bubble. He tried so hard he fancied he could actually feel Richard's well worn T-shirt under his fingers, the weight of his arm on his hip.
But eventually reality won. He moaned and lazily opened his eyes.
And found himself looking at Richard's sleeping face.
He froze. What was Richard doing in his bed? Why were they holding each other like that? He tried to remember what had happened the night before. They had gone out together, got completely pissed and Richard had crashed at Igor's place. In a moment of madness Igor had suggested they share his bed. Then he had caught himself daydreaming about seducing Richard. But surely he hadn't done it. Or had he? Igor would hate himself forever if he had indeed had sex with Richard and then forgot everything because he had been too drunk.
Igor's bladder reminded him again why he had actually woken up. He slowly disentangled himself from Richard's embrace, only to find himself all but pressed against the wall. He was trying to think of a way to get our of bed without waking up his friend, when said friend rolled onto his stomach and landed half on top of him.
Damn.
Igor tentatively pushed at Richard's shoulder. Richard didn't budge. Maybe he should just close his eyes and enjoy the moment, that was probably going to be the only chance he had to be in such an intimate situation with Richard. He sighed. When had he developed such a ridiculous crush?
And then Richard moaned. A low, sleepy moan right into Igor's ear. The drummer thought it was the hottest sound he had ever heard. On top of that, Richard moved his leg, sneaked a knee between Igor's thighs and started rubbing against his hip.
Fuck.
Igor stared at the ceiling, eyes wide. He had to wake up Richard. What if he woke up on his own and found himself humping his best friend in his sleep? He would surely be mortified. That was what the voice of his conscience was telling him to do. But there was another little voice in his head whispering to just put a hand on the blonde's arse and join in the fun. They could blame everything on the alcohol later.
His hand had just brushed Richard's bum, when his sleeping friend muttered something.
"Anja..."
Igor pushed Richard away.
"Wha- what?" Richard mumbled, looking around in confusion.
"You were crushing me."
The drummer sat up and got out of bed. He opened the door and left the room without saying another word.
"Arsehole, " Richard mumbled and let himself fall back onto the pillows.
Igor locked the bathroom door and went to finally attend to his neglected bladder, purposely ignoring the searing pain in his chest.
+++
"Why are flats so fucking expensive?" Richard grumbled kicking a stone out of his way.
"Mmh."
"Dammit, we'll never find a place to stay!"
"Mmh."
"What's wrong with you?" Richard snapped. "You've been sulking all afternoon."
"Hangover," Igor mumbled.
"I thought you could handle alcohol better than that." Richard slumped down on a bench and sighed. "Fucking money."
"Richard?" Richard looked up and saw a girl with long, bright red hair standing just a few steps away.
"Bine!" He got to his feet and hugged her. "It's been ages, how are you?"
"Oh, you'll never believe it!" She said with a brilliant smile. "Remember how we used to say we would move to London? Well, I am. Next week."
"Really? That's great!"
"Yeah, my girlfriend and I are so excited."
Richard blinked. "Your... girlfriend?"
"Ah, well... After we broke up I met this wonderful girl and, you know..." She shrugged. "Life is crazy."
"I'd never thought you were... You know..."
"The word you're looking for is bisexual. Richard, you're a lovely bloke, but you're so naïve sometimes. Your best friend could have a crush on you and you wouldn't even notice."
"Haha, as if Igor could be so subtle and hide such a thing from me." He patted Igor on the shoulder. Igor pointedly ignored him. "Damn, you're going to move to London and I can't even find a flat."
"You're looking for a flat? You could have a look at mine, the girl who was supposed to take it over called to say she found another place. It's actually quite decrepit and small, but the rent is cheap."
"I've lived in a decrepit house before, yours can't be worse than that."
"All right then, how about I invite you over for dinner tonight? So you can see the flat and I can spend some time together with my favourite ex-boyfriend before leaving the country."
Richard grinned. "What's the address?"
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The flat really was small and decrepit: the two bedrooms were tiny, the walls were full of stains and the bath had seen better days. But the rent was ridiculously cheap and that was all that mattered to Richard.
"To our new lives!" He toasted. "May all our dreams come true."
"Aww, Richard, you're so disgustingly romantic sometimes," Sabine said and took a sip of beer. She glanced over at her girlfriend, nodded and turned back to Richard. "Would you mind helping me out with something?"
"Sure, what do you want me to do?"
They walked out of the kitchen and left Igor and Sabine's girlfriend sitting at the table.
"Richard is really cute," she said after a while.
Igor raised an eyebrow at her. "Aren't you supposed to be lesbian?"
"Bisexual actually," she replied.
"Whatever." He took a swig of beer. "You're already taken."
"I don't think Bine would mind if I had some fun with him. We're an open couple."
Igor glared. "And what makes you think Richard would accept?"
She smiled at him. "You know, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous."
Before Igor could reply, Richard and Sabine came back.
"Igor?" Richard said. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can."
"Er, no. I mean. In private."
Igor got to his feet and followed Richard.
"So, what's this big secret?"
"Uhm, Bine told me... er... she and Stefanie... that's her girlfriend... they've always wanted to try it and... she likes you and... her girlfriend likes me and... you know..."
Igor frowned. "Would you please stop stuttering and tell me what the fuck is going on?"
Richard's face turned scarlet. "Sheproposedmeafoursome."
Igor would have laughed at his friend's utterly embarrassed expression if his brain hadn't been busy imagining the scene. Richard lying naked next to him. Richard sweating and moaning. Richard having sex.
With someone else.
"Isn't it going to be awkward? I mean, I'd be fucking your ex right next to you."
"More awkward than finding out she turned lesbian after we split up?"
"Wasn't she bisexual?"
"That's not the point!" Richard replied, his blush turning even redder. He looked so adorable Igor would have pinched his cheeks. Or kissed them. "Come on, you must've had a fantasy or two about group sex. And..." He looked down. "Maybe it will help me forget Anja."
Igor knew he should say no. But he couldn't stand the sad look Richard always got when he talked or even thought about Anja. And if he had to watch him shag a random girl to help him forget that bitch, well, he would do it. He would do anything for him.
"Well, at least they're pretty."
Richard smiled and hugged him. "Thank you, you're the best friend I could ever have."
'Anything for you,' Igor thought hugging him back. 'Anything.'
+++
A bottle of gin later, they were all on Sabine and Stefanie's bed. The two girls were sitting in the middle, kissing and fondling each other while Richard and Igor stared. Stefanie pulled back and smiled at the blonde.
"Why don't you kiss him?"
Richard's jaw dropped. "What?"
"Yeah, that would be nice." Sabine added.
"Nice?"
"Why do you sound so surprised? You blokes like watching girls make out, don't you? Don't even try to deny it, I saw how you were ogling us." She pointed out as Richard was about to reply. "Well, we like watching boys."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Igor said, sounding alarmed.
"Yeah, Igor's right. Kissing my best friend, male best friend, would be just too weird."
"Aww, Richard, don't be such a prude. Just close your eyes and pretend he's a girl. He even has long hair. Pretty please?"
Richard looked at Igor. "I'm not drunk enough to do this."
"I can help you." Stefanie sat up and kissed his neck. She placed a hand on his chest and slid it slowly downward. "Close your eyes," she whispered in his ear. He reluctantly complied. "Now imagine a girl, a beautiful girl with long black hair and bright green eyes. Her lips are full and soft, slightly parted, waiting just to be kissed." Richard gasped as she brushed his crotch. She put her free hand on the back of his neck and pushed him forward.
Igor watched his friend get closer as if mesmerised. He had fantasised about this moment many times, but he'd never thought it would actually come true. He barely felt Sabine's hands gently pushing him in Richard's direction. He closed his eyes.
The first contact with Richard's lips sent a shiver down his spine. It was hesitant, almost shy, and made Igor want to grab Richard's shoulders, push him down on the bed and ravish him. Instead he just pressed his lips against his friend's, opened his mouth a bit more and waited.
"She's longing for you." Stefanie was still whispering in Richard's ear. She sounded like she had just come out of a cheap porno. "She wants more. So much more. Only you can give her what she needs."
And then Igor felt Richard's tongue gingerly touch the corner of his mouth and almost jumped out of his skin. Sabine was still caressing him, but in his mind it was Richard's hands that were slowly stroking him through the rough material of his trousers and making him forget everything about that painfully awkward situation. He bit down on Richard's lower lip and his friend moaned, the same delicious sound he had made that morning, and he really had to make an effort not to just grab him and snog him into oblivion.
He pulled back before things got out of hand.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Igor couldn't look Richard in the face, afraid his friend could see the desperate want in his eyes.
"You two looked so hot making out like that," Sabine murmured in his ear. Stefanie had buried a hand in Richard's blond hair and turned his head around so she could kiss him. Igor forced himself to look away. He let himself be touched and undressed, responded to Sabine's eager kisses and stopped thinking.
Luckily she knew what she was doing and easily made him forget the awful mess they had got themselves in. Until he stole a glance to his right. Richard was lying on his back, hands on Stefanie's hips as she rode him. He was staring up at her with glassy eyes, face flushed and shiny with sweat. Igor couldn't look away. As he watched, Richard's mouth opened, lips red and swollen, and he pushed his head back into the pillow, eyes shut tight.
Igor held his breath. He should be the one screwing Richard, he should be the one making him feel like that. He wanted Richard to arch under him, wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him, wanted to be on top of him, beneath him, around him, inside him. He wanted Richard to grab his hips and look him in the eye and moan his name when he came. He wanted... He wanted...
Richard's eyelids flew open and for a brief moment their eyes met. Igor couldn't take it anymore. He slumped forward and buried his face in the pillow to muffle any sound that might escape his mouth; crying out "Richard!" in the throes of orgasm would have needed a lot of explanation on his part. Before his closed eyes he could still see Richard looking at him and he tried to pretend the warm body under him belonged to his friend, tried to ignore the soft breasts pressed against his chest and the long nails leaving scratches down his back. He sobbed as the last shudders ran down his spine and lay boneless and panting on top of Sabine.
+++
He didn't know how long he had lain there, but he needed to get away. He got out of bed, put on his underwear and went to the entrance in search of his jacket. He cursed under his breath when he saw he was out of cigarettes.
"Here." He turned around and saw Sabine holding out her packet. He hadn't heard her coming after him.
"Thanks," he mumbled. He took a long drag and closed his eyes.
"You were thinking of Richard, weren't you?"
"Huh?"
"You were thinking about him while you were fucking me."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm not stupid, I saw how you were looking at him."
"Well, you must've seen wrong."
"You think you were so good I started seeing things?" She gave him a small, condescending smile and then turned serious. "Are you sure you want to move in with him?"
"He can't afford to pay the rent on his own."
"Igor, you'll be together every day, you'll share everything. He's going to notice."
"There's nothing to notice. We're friends, end of the story."
She sighed. "I hope for you you can handle this, or you'll be in for a lot of suffering." She took two steps in the direction of the bedroom, then stopped and turned around. "Or maybe you could get him drunk and sneak into his bed while he's asleep? It worked with Stefanie."
Igor smiled. "Already done that and it didn't quite turn out the way I was expecting."
She shrugged. "Oh well, you're a smart guy, I'm sure you'll find a way to win his heart. He's a bit thick sometimes, but he's a nice bloke."
"I know. That's why he's my best friend."
She nodded and walked back into the bedroom. He finished the cigarette and threw the butt into the ashtray sitting on the kitchen table. He took a deep breath. Yes, he'll find a way.
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March 2008