Title: To friendship - Part 5
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Characters: Richy/Igor
Rating: R/NC-17
Category: Romance
Summary: "I think we need to talk."
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
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.
It was almost midnight when Igor heard the front door open. He was expecting Richard to go to the kitchen and eat something, he had gone out without money hours before and must have been starving by then, but his friend just walked straight into his bedroom. Igor was sure he would have locked himself inside, if only the key hadn't gone missing long before they had moved in. He sighed and got to his feet.
"Richard," he said, knocking on his friend's bedroom door. "I bought some milk."
No reply.
"It's in the fridge, if you want to drink it."
Silence.
"I, uhm, hope I got the right kind."
Igor stood in front of the closed door, barefoot and wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of boxers, waiting for an answer. But Richard seemed determined to ignore him. He sighed again.
"All right. Goodnight."
He was about to go back to his room, when the door opened. Richard's expression was unreadable.
"I think we need to talk."
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Igor followed him inside, wishing he wasn't so underdressed. Well, everyone's smarter in hindsight. Richard walked up to the bed but didn't sit down, crossing his arms as he spoke.
"When you said those things about a friend being more than a friend, were you talking about me?"
Now, that was a direct question. "Yes."
Richard closed his eyes. "And when I walked in on you this evening, were you thinking about me?"
There was really no use in beating about the bush at that point. "Yes."
Richard took a deep breath and turned his back to him. "This is all so... surreal. How long have you felt that way?"
Igor shrugged. "I don't know, a few months."
"And you've never said anything?"
"I tried to. I mean, I didn't know what to do at first, you seemed so happy with Anja and..."
Richard turned around. "You've liked me that long?"
"Yeah, well, at the time I thought I just hated Anja because she was so fucking bourgeois and bitchy and she treated you like you weren't worth her precious time, but then..." Man, that was embarrassing. "Then I realised I was really just jealous. I didn't hate her for what she was, but for what she had." 'You,' he mentally added.
Richard was silent for a long time. "I didn't even know you like blokes."
"I don't. I mean, I've never liked boys, it's just... you."
"Igor, I know I said you should go for it, but I don't know if I can return your feelings."
Well, that was better than 'I don't want anything to do with you, you filthy pervert', wasn't it? Maybe he did have a chance, he just needed to talk Richard into it.
"Will you at least consider it?" He stepped closer, moving slowly as to not scare Richard away. "We've kissed before and it felt nice, didn't it? And while you were rubbing my back earlier, you... you felt something too, didn't you? That's why you got so embarrassed and ran away." The look on Richard's face told him he was right. "I'm not asking you to be my... boyfriend." God, that sounded so wrong. "That would be just too weird. You're my best friend; I still want to write songs with you and get drunk together and do all the stuff we're always doing. But I can't ignore this attraction any longer."
He lifted a hand and carefully caressed Richard's cheek. The blonde closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. "Igor..."
"I really want to kiss you."
Richard was still not looking at him. "I don't know if we should."
"Forget what we 'should' do."
Igor leaned in, closing the small gap separating them and felt his friend gasp against his mouth. 'Not too fast,' he thought. He didn't want Richard to freak out and run away again. But Richard wasn't pulling away, wasn't stopping him. And then he felt a hand resting tentatively against his waist, his friend's lips parting slightly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
He raised his other hand to Richard's face, holding him close as he tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss. Richard moaned as their tongues touched, and the sound sent a shiver down Igor's spine.
'Delicious,' he thought, biting down softly on Richard's tongue just to hear him moan again. 'Just like last time.' One of his hands moved to the back of Richard's head, fingers getting tangled in the bleach blond, backcombed hair, while the other slid down his side, stopping briefly at his hip and then settling on his butt.
He wanted to pull away, ask Richard if he was taking things too far, if he wanted to slow down, but he couldn't stop. He pressed himself up against him and groaned as his erection ended up pressed against Richard's thigh. God, he would have just started humping him, if Richard hadn't pulled back with a gasp.
"Igor..."
Igor mouthed kissed along Richard's jaw, down his neck, anywhere he could reach. Damn, his taste was intoxicating.
'Don't ask me to stop. Please, don't.'
"Don't... ah... stop..."
Stop? Or don't stop? Igor opted for the latter and sneaked a hand under Richard's T-shirt. Jesus, how could his skin be so soft?
"Oh, God, Igor," Richard panted, letting his head hang forward and clutching at Igor's sides. "Wait... I can't... I don't..."
"Ssh," Igor whispered in his ear, resisting the urge to bite down on the tender-looking lobe. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either. Just go with the flow."
Richard took a few calming breaths and nodded. Igor ran his hands over his friend's back and kissed his temple, sitting him gently down on the bed. He would take things as slowly as he could; it was only the two of them this time, and he wanted to savour every second of it. His lips brushed Richard's cheek, trailed down to his chin and then moved up to his mouth again. Igor was already addicted to kissing him. He reclined on the bed, pulling the blonde down with him, until they were both lying on their sides facing each other. He drew back just enough to look at him and smiled. Richard's face was flushed and his eyes glinted almost feverishly. Igor put a hand on his chest and felt his heart race.
Richard reached up a hand to Igor's cheek, thumb stroking lightly over the other boy's lower lip. The drummer closed his eyes and leaned into the gentle caress, squirming closer. Richard's fingers on his face felt wonderful, and when they slid down his neck they felt even better, the calluses on his fingertips tickling him lightly, but, damn, he was getting impatient. So much for going slow. If only Richard would touch him somewhere else...
As if on cue, Richard bent his knee, thigh pushing forward and rubbing against Igor's crotch.
"Fuck!"
Igor forgot everything about taking it slow and just grabbed Richard's hips, pulled him even closer and started shamelessly humping his leg. Even the feel of rough denim rubbing against his skin was turning him on. He fumbled blindly with Richard's belt buckle, trying to get his jeans out of the way without having to stop moving against him. He only managed to pull them down past his hips, but that was enough. He reached inside Richard's briefs and closed his fist around his cock. Richard made a choked sound and clutched at Igor's T-shirt with both hands.
He had never touched another boy's dick and it felt weird, but he figured it mustn't be all that different from having a wank on his own. And the keening noises Richard was making told him he was doing the right thing.
"Igor... God, Igor, yes..."
Hearing Richard panting his name like that was driving Igor crazy. He was going to come in his pants like a fucking fourteen-year-old and didn't care. He craned his neck and caught Richard's mouth in another kiss. It was frantic and messy, too sloppy and too fast and Richard's teeth were clashing against his own and biting down non-too-gently on his tongue and his lips felt swollen and he was sure he would have bruises the next day, but, oh, it was perfect. He broke the kiss with a gasp and arched against Richard, shuddering from head to toe as he came, his orgasm leaving him almost breathless. He somehow managed to keep stroking Richard, feeling him tense against him as he came as well, breathing fast and heavily against his cheek.
They were both sweaty and sticky and needed to clean up, but Igor didn't feel like moving at all. He carefully removed his hand from Richard's pants and wiped the palm on his jeans.
"Hey." Richard feebly protested, his voice sounding low and husky.
"You'll wash them tomorrow."
Richard squirmed out of his trousers and dropped them to the floor. They crawled under the duvet and Igor snuggled up to him.
"I'd never thought you were a cuddler."
"I'm not," Igor replied, sounding already half-asleep, and snuggled even closer. "But you're comfortable."
Richard draped an arm over his waist and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight."
"Mmh."
Maybe they wouldn't need to buy a new bed after all.
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July 2008