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The Brain Is The Greatest Erogenous Zone	By : varenoea Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2543 -:- 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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„I’m done with it.“ Till shoved the book over the table. They sat in a café with thickly cushioned benches and yellowish, ugly tiles on the floor.

“Already?” Flake tucked the book back into his bag. “Took you less than two days!”

Till shrugged. “You know…me and books.”

“Did you like it?”

“What was it about?” asked Paul and dipped his lower face half into a cup of coffee.

“Beautifully written.”

“It was about two boys. One is very logical and cool, and the other is very emotional and admires the cool one. They become friends, then they part and when they’re old men they meet again”, volunteered Flake. “It’s basically about the question what’s more important – being a thinker or an emotional go-getter.”

“And what is it in the end?”

“Unclear”, said Flake. “They both wish they had lived the way the other did.”

“Hang yourself or don’t hang yourself, you will be sorry in the end”, grinned Schneider.

“What I liked most about it was that love aspect”, said Till and carefully fished a piece of pineapple out of his sandwich. Flake felt the blood rush louder in his ears. “Nowadays you can’t talk about love unless you want people to think of sex. Look at the Lord of the Rings, everybody thinks Sam is gay because he says he loves Frodo.”

The others nodded and looked the other way. It was too early in the morning to talk, and it was especially too early for a sociolinguistic discussion.

“I liked they way Hesse writes about love when he just means friendship or affection”, continued Till. “Everybody is so homophobic today that you can’t really express positive feelings. I mean, you know that, don’t you? If you thinks someone is the bees knees and you want to become his or her friend, that doesn’t mean that you want to go to bed with them.”

“Uhum”, made Paul, who seemed to be the most talkative one even at this time of day. In the language of the tired, this sound meant “up yours”.

Flake nodded slowly. Of course he knew that feeling. What he also knew was that Till was a complete blindworm.

He didn’t get it. He didn’t even get the erotic touch of the book! He’s even lacking the imagination. The truth ran down Flake’s spine like a bucket of cold water. He can’t imagine what I’m going through. Subtlety is wasted on that dud.

Somewhere inside, his throat began to prickle. And Flake decided that something would have to happen.

Flake had never felt so secure and warm in his entire life. Everything around him was warm and soft, the big bed on which he was lying, the pillow, everything except for himself. There were no worries, no dangers, so he could concentrate entirely on the new experience he was going to go through. He swallowed heavily with excitement as he watched Till pull the t-shirt over his head, kneel down on the bed and lean over him.

Flake bit his lip, half playfully, half tense, before Till’s lips came down on his, curled in a slight smile. The kiss was deep, rough and passionate, but tender at the same time. Flake sighed when Till’s lips slipped away and reappeared on his neck. One kiss was planted on his Adam’s apple, and Till chuckled deeply.

One kiss on his collarbone. One kiss on the sternum (which was visible enough). Warm fingers gently brushed his nipples, while the kisses went further down, and the further, the slower they became.

Flake was a little bit afraid, but he enjoyed the feeling. He was in bed with this big, dangerous-looking stage monster and knew that he would not be hurt by him. Never.

A kiss on the belly button. Then a line of more kisses, slower and slower, and Flake twitched as a hand shoved his swollen dick to the side. The lips rasped over pubic hair. The other hand left his chest and slid down his side to be placed on his hip. Flake reached and grabbed Till’s shoulders. Iron hard, warm, protective.

Just the moment when Flake thought he was going to lose his mind if Till kept torturing him, he felt a warm breath on his glans. Heat enveloped his hard-on, without touching it. Lips closed around the shaft at a deep point and slid up very slowly. Flake whimpered. Just get to the tip, get to the tip…

Before he had finished the thought, a hot, wet tongue started to circle around the glans. Flake moaned under his breath. He swallowed harder and harder. The lips pulled up and reached the tip. Till’s big hands held his hips. Only his dark-haired head was visible over Flake’s crotch, but he could see it go up and down. Flake absorbed the beautiful image of the muscular shoulders and the dark hair hanging down. He wanted to keep that picture in his mind fore…

“Penny for your thoughts”, said Till.

“Huh?” Flake startled completely. It took him a second to remember that he was in the tour bus and had been staring out of the window for nearly half an hour. Even worse, he felt like he had been caught in the act of sticking his dick into an apple pie. “Oh, it’s nothing interesting, nothing.”

“You’ve been moving your lips while thinking”, said Till in a tone of disgust and gave him a funny sidelong look.

Flake felt like a complete idiot. This fantasy had been his for a while. He liked to play it over and over in his head. He just hoped that he hadn’t always moved his lips while thinking. Or he had probably really made a huge idiot out of himself.

“Now what was it you were thinking about?” Till bored into the matter.

Flake exhaled, loud and annoyed. “Sexual fantasy. Are you satisfied with that?”

“Oh. Didn’t mean to enter the intimate space in your head!” Till grinned excusingly and Flake shrunk at the mentioning of the word “enter”. “Isn’t easy to be away from home for so long, and from your girlfriend.”

“As you might know, I don’t have a girlfriend currently”, Flake responded with more acid in his voice than he had intended.

“Boyfriend?” Schneider leaned over his shoulder and grinned.

“Nope, you moron!”

“But then – where are you gonna get your daily dose of Bück Dich when you’re home?” Schneider loved to rub people up the wrong way if they let him.

“Not at least a girl with a strap-on?” Paul faked pity and could hardly help laughing. “Think about it!”

Till grinned too. That was treachery.

“Not even a very, very tiny one? Pocket size? With a tiny matchstick strap-on?” Schneider took a turn for utter silliness. Till laughed out loudly and buried his face in his hands.

“How about the nurses in hospital? Didn’t give you a wash ever now and then?” said Olli.
“No interest”, said Flake, cold and hard as ice.

“Male nurses?”

“Cut it.”

“He ‘s just acting innocent”, said Till wisely and wiggled his index finger in front of Flake’s face. “In reality, every time a male nurse walked by his bed, he grabbed his arse. They really had a hard time in that hospital while he was there, you know!”

Richard snorted loudly.

“Just fuck off! Leave me alone!” Flake shouted and jumped up, squeezed past Till and disappeared into his bunk bed. The curtain was pulled shut, and no sounds was heard from behind.

The others stood there, quite thunderstruck.

“What’s up with him?” asked Paul. “He knows we’re just kidding, doesn’t he? Normally he wouldn’t…”

“Maybe he’s still feeling a little sick”, ventured Olli. “The concert the other day must have been straining for him. Coming right from hospital and all that.”

“We should just leave him alone.” Schneider waved vaguely. “He’s gonna come down from that cloud.”

“Bad mood”, supposed Richard.

“PMS”, grinned Till, feeling less guilty than before.

The evening came. They arrived at the hotel, got their rooms, and disappeared. Flake hadn’t spoken a word with any of the others, nor looked at them. Especially not at Till, the traitor.

He wasn’t in the mood to do anything. He just lay on his bed, watched his feet (far away from his head) and tried to read.

As he didn’t have any other book on him, he tried to re-read Narziß und Goldmund. But he couldn’t focus, all the poetic words tasted bitter, and all the mentioning of love just made him feel guilty.

And he thinks of love as platonic and asexual and beautiful and all that crap. Flake buried his face in his hands, too ashamed to look at the world. And I think of sticking my fingers up his arse and making him drool. And he thinks of me as such a very good friend…
Knocking on the door made him shove the book under the bed as fast as possible.

“What?” asked he in a voice as cool and brittle as possible.

Till stuck his head into the room.

“Hey. Can I come in?”

Flake’s mouth pulled into a bitter curve when he shrugged.

Till closed the door and sat on an easy chair. “I just want to apologize.”

Flake stared down on his feet.

“That was just nonsense we were talking in the bus. You know us, don’t you? We didn’t think it would piss you off like that.”

“Think it wouldn’t piss me off if you say I grab other men’s arse.”

Till snorted. “Look, I’m not stupid. If you were gay, I would have noticed a long time ago, believe me.”

Now it was Flake who snorted. “Oh, good.”

“I’ve got an excellent gaydar”, Till said proudly.

Flake just re-snorted and shook his head.

“Of course you’re not gay. We all know that. We make those jokes about everybody, you know that. I know that you don’t have a thing for other men. It’s just nonsense.”

Flake swallowed heavily at the lump in his throat and breathed deeply. “The thing is”, he said, barely able to keep back his anger, “I do have a thing for men.”

“Oh.” Till’s expression fell down like a fluid, leaving his face hanging and shocked. “Uh. Sorry. I really didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. And now you can go and tell everybody and everybody can have a good laugh.”

Till sat up straight. “I won’t tell anybody about that. If you don’t do it yourself, I won’t either.”
Flake’s head fell. His throat burned. The words were on the tip of his tongue. But it would hurt to get them out of his mouth.

“Erm… but you’re still into women too?” asked Till.

Flake sighed. “Yes. They’re lovely. But men are different.”

“If we had known that, we wouldn’t have made jokes about it, believe me.” Till slowly got back to his old self.

Flake looked up at him. “I wouldn’t have minded so much”, said he, throat feeling like barbed wire. “But the thing is… recently I have quite a crush on you, and that makes it harder.”

Till just blinked at the casually-spoken words.

“Crush? On… me? You’re kidding.”

“Hmpf. No. But it doesn’t matter. I can keep myself under control. Perfectly.”

“But… but what can we do about that?” Dismay was obvious. Flake had to be helped!

Flake shrugged. “Either you tell me that you have a crush on me too, and we get undressed and fuck.” Till winced at the words. “Or we just forget that I ever said that and live peacefully ever after.”

Till sighed sadly. “I can’t help you, I suppose. You’re one of my best friends, but…”

Flake didn’t need a sixth sense to finish the sentence. “Nothing more.”

“Right.”

“And you don’t like men anyway.”

Till shrugged. “Pfh. Everybody has homoerotic tendencies to some degree. I wouldn’t have come across the ideas of a lot of things if I didn’t have them too. But homoerotic tendencies is a different thing from homosexual tendencies.”

Flake nodded randomly and tried to remain cool. “True.”

“So… are you still mad at us?”

“No, it wasn’t really… about you.” Flake looked at this feet again.

“Okay.” Till rose a little helplessly and looked at the unhappy gawky figure on the bed. “Take care. See you tomorrow.”

Flake didn’t answer. As the door closed he exhaled deeply and played with the thought of giving crying a chance. But then he decided that he was a grown-up man and would not cry. He just pressed his lips together and fought against the pain in his throat. It was hard, very hard, to keep it all inside. But he would go through this and be strong and proud and all that.

Really hard and endlessly strong and unreachable.
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