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Three Way Ride	By : runningnakedinthepark Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2394 -:- 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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- 1-Three Way Ride
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Though Richard’s behaviour didn’t scare me at all, I still kept avoiding them, as I was avoiding any human contact since that night.

I started wondering how long was since they actually found out what I was doing. Then I realised that probably that’s why Christoph was smiling at me in that morning – it was because he knew.

Even though I kept the distance, I still noticed that coldness installed between the two of them; I could hear their fights, at nights. This time no one was sneaking in the other one’s room; whoever happened to be was storming in there and they started the quarrel. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying to each other. I didn’t even need to. I knew what was going on, and that was adding another burden on my already tortured soul. And, instead of sorting things out with them, I was hiding. I wished I could hide from myself too, from this perverted freak I’ve discovered I was.

One day Christoph came into my room and asked me to talk with Richard, to explain that there wasn’t anything going one between Schneider and me.

I looked at him, helpless. His beautiful face had no expression, his other times smiling blue eyes were opaque, not letting through any feeling.

I couldn’t answer; I just couldn’t tell him that I was unable do what he asked me to, even if that meant the end of their relationship.

Christoph looked down at me, and shook his head slowly.

“You have to do it,” he said on this blunt tone. “It is your fault, after all,” he added on his low voice.

He was demanding, not asking for help. No, he wasn’t the man to beg.

“But, I guess you’re happy,” he continued apparently calm. “You managed to break us; if you’re not able to have it, why anyone else should?”

With that, he left my room as quiet as he was when he got in.

No, I wasn’t happy, for fuck’s sake! As twisted as it seemed, I was a part in that thing they had, too. And I didn’t want to lose that either! But, yeah, he was right, it was my fucking fault!

I felt like my legs were about to snap under the weight of my body. Another burden – I realised it was me who was breaking them up! With slow movements I sat down, while my thoughts were shouting at me to go after him. I was thinking that I wasn’t getting any wiser with age; I was becoming more stupid. I knew I had to go and settle things, but something like an iron claw compressing my heart was keeping me there. So, what was I going to do? Sit there and keep feeling sorry about what I did and for myself?

Despite my impulse to curl up on that couch, I stood up. With numbed movements, I walked to the door and I opened it. My hazed glance travelled along the hotel’s hallway. I saw Richard hastening into Christoph’s room.

Oh no, I couldn’t let that happen!

I dragged my feet and started walking to that room. But, face to face with its door, I froze again.

“…now that we’re through… I saw you coming out of his room!” Richard’s howl came through the door.

My fingers gripped on the knob and, slowly, I pushed the door open.

“And just what the fuck are you doing here?” I was welcomed by Richard’s barking voice.

I looked around, avoiding looking straight at him. Christoph was sat on the edge of the bed; his lower lip was cracked and stained red with blood.

The demented fuck hit him! Something erupted in my guts, making my jaws clench, and my fists, ball. But, no, I wasn’t to give it to him yet!

“Keep it down, Richard, everyone can hear you,” I said on a lowered voice, trying to sound as calm as possible, looking directly into his eyes, this time, not fearing his burning ferocious gaze.

“I don’t give a fuck!” He howled.

I lowered my eyelids a bit, like trying to cover the fury in my glance and to concentrate better upon him, to anticipate his movements.

“It’s all in your mind Richard, I’m not planning to take Christoph away from you. There’s nothing going on between him and me.”

“No shit,” Richard grinned.

I watched him closely; if he’d jumped at me, I could easily put him down. I’m not that old and rusty yet.

I inclined my head a bit and swallowed this knot stuck in my throat, all the words I was about to say. Admitting that you made mistakes is a hard task.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to interfere between you two. I don’t want to break you up or anything…”

His grin melted, his face becoming sharp and merciless.

“Then, what the fuck did you want?” He growled.

He was squinting back at me, calculating his next move...

“I won’t tell anyone, Richard.” I replied looking at his clenched fists prepared to put me down.

“That's, if they didn’t hear it all already, now, from you yelling like that,” came the calm voice of Christoph.

I lifted my gaze; Richard’s clenched jaw seemed to relax a bit as he threw a fleeting look over to his lover.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I’ll stay away and won’t bother any of you again. I’ll leave the two of you alone…” I barely managed to whisper, feeling so pathetic, so ridiculous after all that I’ve done.

I bit my lip, fighting not to get drowned by these waves of resentfulness toward myself, of bitterness, and sadness.

I turned around. My hand grabbed the door’s knob. I wanted out of there. In that very instant!

“Till, what do you want, then?” I heard a calmer Richard, behind me.

I remained motionless, for few seconds, asking myself whether to leave or…

I turned to see him. His face, few seconds ago contorted by rancour, had regained its beautiful features.

He was waiting for my answer, body relaxed, lips a bit parted like asking to be kissed.

This hot wave emerged inside me, spreading a weird haziness all over my brain. My dizzy gaze roamed over the room, taking in Christoph's silhouette, as he was sitting and looking at me with questioning clear blue eyes and a rose eyebrow.

No, I couldn’t tell them! Thoughts were running, screaming and yelling through my mind, telling me that now it’s the moment, that if I wasn’t saying it then, I was doomed to keep silence forever!

The tip of my tongue travelled over my dry lips; I felt like I was, again, about to crumble under my own weight.

Somehow, with a rusty whisper, I pronounced the magic words:

“I want to watch… To see the two of you…”

Now, Richard is coming out of the shower; he sits on the bed and lights himself a cigarette. The show is over!

I finally find the strength to stand up, shaking, flustered, and about to explode.

“Where are you going?” Asks Richard, his question making me fall back on the couch.

Christoph stands up and walks toward me.

“We want to watch YOU now…” says Richard and he stretches out on the bed, resting his head on the pillows. He’s naked, the cig is hanging on the corner of his mouth; he looks back at me, motionless, in expectancy.

I can’t even breathe.

Christoph sits with quiet movements near my legs. He reaches out his arms; his long fingers unzip my pants, freeing my hard, already wet with pre-cum, cock. I look at him unable to comprehend what’s going on in this very moment. Christoph smiles encouraging, while he’s taking my hand gently and folds my own fingers around my cock.

My whole body is screaming for it, so loud that somehow I’m not bothered any longer by the presence of the two naked men staring at me, and me only.

I recline on the couch better; I close my eyes while my hand starts sliding up and down on that incredibly stiffened member of mine.

Under my eyelids I see again the images of Richard and Christoph, kissing, embracing and squeezing even harder each other’s glowing with sweat body, two snakes coiled around one another.

My hand is moving faster, I’m really close, but I can’t prevent myself from peeking through my eyelashes at the two bare-skinned men in front of me; their eyes seem hypnotised by each of my movement, they seem to be feeding with each of my guttural moans.

Christoph’s body rises slowly; he puts his hand over mine. Through this blur covering my eyes I see his face getting closer to the tip of my cock. All my fibres contract onto each other and this white wave emerges like breaking a dam, splashing. Christoph opens his mouth to collect every drop of it. Then he takes my hand and starts licking off all the remains of it from my fingers.

I look at him, breathless, drained, as he stands up and kisses my sweaty temple.

“Very nice,” he whispers and plants another kiss on the nape of my neck.

I can’t say anything, I can’t even move.

“Next time I want to use MY hand on you, Till.” I hear Richard’s voice coming to me like through water.

I nod, agreeing, still trying to recover. My hand searches for my pack of cigs. Christoph’s fingers tuck my cock back in my pants and pull the zipper.

I get a cig out of the pack and I light it.

“So, shall we keep him?” Asks Christoph sitting on the couch, near me.

I look at Richard as I’m dragging the first smoke. He’s trying to compose an authoritative and severe allure, but that smutty look in his sparkling eyes betrays his thought.

“Do you want to sleep with us, or in your room?” He asks me, instead, unable to hide that satisfied grin of his.

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