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The Drinking Game	By : steinerfrau Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2540 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rammstein. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two
Flake suddenly became aware of the numbness in his knees, which were partially supporting his weight. The floor was cold, hard and not a great place to seduce anyone, let alone a long time friend. He lifted his head from kissing Till's abdomen to find dark eyes staring back at him.
"This floor’s uncomfortable; we need a bed." It wasn't a question, more a statement of fact.
Till blinked once. He wore an odd expression, something between arousal and a startled rabbit in a car's headlights.
"Till?"
Till pushed himself up on his elbows, regarded the man attached to his midriff and said, "You want to continue this then?"
Flake sat up, curling his limbs around his body in an almost telescopic manner so they immediately looked of a more normal size. He pulled off his glasses and wiped a smear of tequila from the right lens.
"Well, my brain says 'no', but other bits of me say 'yes'. But I suppose if you are unhappy then we should stop."
"I'm not unhappy, just a bit....surprised. I never realised you were..."
"Bisexual?"
"Yes," said Till.
Flake replaced his glasses and Till's face snapped back into focus. "Well, I know that you certainly are, but I don't know that I am. Apart from you, the only other man I have kissed is Paul."
Till's mouth formed an 'O', "That was when?"
"Umm...some years back. One drunken night at long time ago, I think?" Flake frowned. "It was a while back and the memory is hazy. But I definitely remember kissing him and then we....progressed...."
Flake trailed off, as the facts of the long distant night made his face flush a pretty shade of pink, enhanced by his skin’s natural paleness.
"So now you fancy a go with me?" said Till.
Flake smiled; the humour of the night had been lost in the seriousness of their discussion. He wanted to reclaim the moment. Have some fun. He stood up and offered Till his hand pulling him quickly to his feet. "Yes, I fancy a 'go' with you. Hey, a thousand nubile girls can't be wrong, can they?"
Till roared with laughter. "A thousand might be pushing it a bit, but I get the idea. You wish to sample my charms? Then I will oblige you." And with a sweep of his hand he picked up the bottle with a small amount of tequila remaining in it, swallowed a huge mouthful, then passed it to Flake, who took it and drank the rest. The liquor reignited the warm sensation in his stomach and loins.
"I feel for such a momentous occasion as this, just walking to bed is inadequate," said Till.
Flake frowned. "What do you suggest?"
"Perhaps I should find your collar and leash from 'Bück dich'? Make you crawl for me."
"Maybe you should forget that idea. I crawl for no one," replied Flake rapidly, slightly taken aback.
Till smiled and put his arm around him, "This way, then."
Flake knew the way to Till's bedroom, but allowed Till to guide him. He'd stumbled upon it accidentally after another alcoholic binge, the year before.
He'd passed out on the couch, the very same one that had nearly devoured him earlier. He'd woken with the desperate need to urinate and stumbarouaround in the dark trying to find the bathroom. He'd mistakenly wandered into Till's room, and it had taken a moment or two to realise that the blurred movement in the centre of the room was Till's arse moving rapidly up and down, as he'd rewarded a stunning brunette who'd spent the whole evening inflating his ego.
He'd backed up to the doorway and stood mesmerized by the scene before him. He wasn't usually a voyeur, but Flake was an opportunist. Bringing his short-sighted eyes into focus as much as possible, he could just see the girl's fingers clawing at Till's back, he could hear her nails raking his flesh. Her legs were wrapped around Till's waist and the rest of her body was dwarfed by the immense man upon her. Flake's aching bladder had been temporarily forgotten as he'd watched Till work the moaning girl into a frenzy, her whimpers becoming howls and her attractive body thrashing as she came for him.
Till had barely allowed her to sink into her afterglow, when he'd pulled out of her, his cock glistening in the miniscule amount of light seeping through the curtains, flipped her over and sank back between her ample thighs to slake his own desires. The girl arched her back in response to his urgency.
Flakes own cock had twitched hard. The girl's cries were a mating call if ever he'd heard one. He had half a mind to ask Till if he could join him-- but then most women thought him ugly and his angular body uncomfortable after Till's muscular expansiveness and were less than keen. So he contented himself with leaning against the doorjamb and listening to Till's breathing roughen and a collection of profound swear words directed at the girl underneath him, and finally his breath hitched in the back of his throat as he came.
Flake's hand moved to his groin and he stroked himself. Then he'd remembered why he'd got up in the first place and the need to piss was suddenly overwhelming. He cursed under his breath knowing that it would take some time for his erection to soften and allow him relief. His muttered oath made Till's head swing around slowly towards him. Flake suddenly felt hugely embarrassed and quickly slunk away to the bathroom, hoping he hadn't been caught watching.
After he made himself more comfortable he'd returned to the living room couch. Till was there, cigarette in hand, and a blanket now rested on the arm of the sofa.
"I thought you might be cold."
Till had put on a loose pair of boxers that still gave him good definition. Flake was aware of his flushed face and his body once more reacting to his friend's musky scent of sex-not-long-ago-indulged-in.
"Thanks."
Till regarded Flake with a frown, but said nothing more except 'night' and sauntered off down the hall to his female companion.
It took Flake a long time to sleep that night. He reviewed his thoughts and feelings he'd had while watching Till in bed. It wasn't the girl who had aroused him, although her body, what he'd seen of it, had been nice and her plaintive calls amusing to listen too. It had been Till that had excited him, the sheen of sweat across his back as his muscles flexed, and the caress of his hand across her face. Flake felt jealous. Very jealous. He wanted to be in Till's arms rather than her.
Tonight would be his opportunity. He hadn't actively pursued Till, but Flake was a chancer. Given and opportunity to indulge himself he would to the fullest extent. As they lay down together on Till's massive bed, which easily accommodated their male frames, his fantasies came to the fore and he allowed Till to wrap his arms around him and pull him close. It was an odd feeling allowing another to take control, to be the receiver rather than the instigator.
Till undid the button and zipper on Flakes pants and pulled them down off his hips. Till's strength never ceased to amaze Flake as he was easily lifted and rearranged to suit his new playmate. Till shrugged off his own tequila stained trousers and then pulled Flake close to him. The heat from Till's body was extraordinary, Flake soaked up the radiating warmth, pressing closer.
Till's mouth found his again and the dance of the two tongues recommenced. The frequent scratch of stubble on stubble was a forgotten sensation. Paul had been very smooth to the touch, and Flake fairness meant it took days to pre ste stubble of any quantity at all. But Till needed to shave twice a day to be baby smooth, and at nearly midnight, having shaved just once earlier in the morning, his chin was a rough as hell. Flake could see why some woman complained about having a rash on their faces in the morning.
Flake ran his hands down Till's sides and he grunted at being inadvertently tickled. Flake smiled as he continued to kiss Till and did it again. Till grabbed Flake's hands and pulled them up over his head, pressing them firmly into the bed with one of his hands locked around both of his Flake's wrists.
Flake huffed, annoyed and struggled to pull them free. Allowing Till to do what he wanted within reason was fine but he wasn't going to be pinned down. Till leaned harder on his struggling arms and Flake was about to pull away from him and protest when Till's other hand ran down the bulge in his pants. The sensation of such a large hand nearly covering his whole erect length was stupefying. Till's hand felt heavy resting on him and he rubbed at Flake's cock through the thin material. Flake's body burned with the need for ...something; a release of sorts. Till was happy to oblige.
He lifted the edge of Flake's shorts and plunged inside them grabbing a handful of Flake's aching erection and squeezed firmly. Flake moaned in Till's mouth trying to pull back to reciprocate but Till was resting his body weight on him and it was almost impossible to move, with his hands pinned he was stuck. Flake's stream of consciousness ended abruptly as Till squeezed him again and then began to jack him slowly, his hand sliding over the silky skin. All coherent thought left Flake’s mind and being pressed into the bed by Till suddenly seemed to be the best place to be in the whole world.
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