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Just Like a Teddy Bear	By : Enyo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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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“Hey, you never told me why you were mad earlier.” Till said as they were going up in the elevator, glancing at Schneider.
The drummer blushed.
“I wasn’t mad.” He answered, looking at his feet.
The singer laughed softly.
“Sure.” he said, kissing the top of his head.
Schneider pushed him.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“Well then, don’t be man at me and refuse to tell me why.” He replied, kidding.
The drummer glared at him. Till smiled and leaded him out of the elevator.
“You want to stay with me tonight?” he asked shyly, caressing his back.
The smaller man blushed badly, but nodded.
“Yeah.”
The singer smiled and leaded him to his room. He unlocked the door and opened it, taking a step in and turning back towards his friend.
“You sure about this?” he asked softly.
The drummer nodded shyly. Till smiled and opened his arms. The smaller man cuddled, pressing his face against his chest. The singer closed the door, then wrapped his arms around him. He purred softly.
“Kiss me.” He whispered, tangling his fingers in his friend’s hair.
Till smiled and complied, purring softly. Doom moaned softly, breaking the kiss. The singer smiled at him, tucking a lock of his curly hair behind his ear. The drummer blushed a bit, pulling him towards the bed. The tall man let him lead him. Christoph pushed him over the bed, then climbed on him. The singer kissed him softly, rubbing his back slowly. The drummer blushed a bit and rested his cheek against his friend’s massive chest. The singer stroke his hair softly.
“I don’t like it when you do the “Büch Dich” song.” He said in a whisper.
Till lifted his head and looked at him.
“Why is that?” he asked gently.
“Because.” was his answer.
Till smiled and rolled on top, careful not ot crush him.
“You jealous of Flake?” he asked, teasing.
Schneider didn’t answer. The tall man smiled, resting his head on one of his fists.
“You shouldn’t.” he whispered, caressing his cheek with his other hand. “Büch dich isn’t the nicest song you know.”
The drummer still didn’t answer.
“I’m interested by your face, he whispered in his ear, The song, Flake, it’s all a show. You, it’s real” he continued, looking at him.
The smaller man blushed badly. Till smiled sweetly and kissed him. His friend moaned softly, wrapping a leg around him, cupping his large jaw and pulling him closer. The singer grunted, caressing his thighs slowly. Schneider moaned softly, sucking at his friend’s tongue. The singer purred, sitting up and pulling the other man on his lap. The drummer blushed, taking the strong man’s hair off his face.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for a long time Christoph.” He said softly, caressing his waist.
The drummer blushed badly.
“Me too.” He replied in a whisper.
The tall man smiled, pulling him into a kiss. Schneider kissed back, moaning softly as the singer’s hands ventured up his back. He pulled Till’s shirt up a bit, touching his slightly tanned skin gently. It was his turn to grunt, pulling him closer as his lips trailed down his jaw.

Someone knocked at the door. Till paused, but went back to sucking at his friend’s jaw.

The person knocked again. He sighed.
“Why do they always have to come at the worst times?”
Christoph smiled and kissed him softly.
“Go. I’ll wait.” He whispered, getting off his lap.
Till smiled and kissed back, getting off the bed.
“Think I should cover up a little.” He said, laughing a bit, taking a pillow and covering his crotch.
The drummer smiled too, blushing a bit. The singer winked at him, then headed for the door.
“Hey Till.”
“Hi Paul. What can I do for you?” he asked gently.
“Flake said you might have some Tylenols. I feel like my head is gonna explode.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have that much to drink then.” He replied, joking.
“I know. I know. So, do you have some Tylenols or not?”
“No, I don’t.”
Paul crooked an eyebrow, glancing at the pillow.
“What are you up to in there?” he asked, peaking hi head in.
He saw Schneider.
“Hey, well…, he said, have a nice evening you two. Hey, d’you know where I could find some Tylenols?”
Till laughed a bit.
“No Paul. Good night now.”
“Yeah. Good night.”
The tall man put the “Do not disturb” sign on the door and went back to his friend.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, climbing back on the bed.
“What are the others going to think?” he replied in a whisper.
Till cupped his cheek and locked his gaze to his.
“I don’t give a shit.”
The drummer smiled.
“Really?”
He nodded, stroking his cheek. Schneider’s smile grew and he pulled the other man closer, pressing his mouth against his. Till grunted, sitting the smaller man back on his lap.
“No one’s going to disturb us now.” He whispered in his friend’s ear before licking it.
He moaned softly.
“Is that so?” he managed to let out.
“Yeah.” He replied, his lips latching to the exposed skin of his neck and collar bones.
He shuddered, tilting his head further back. The strong man’s hands wondered under his shirt, tracing the contour of his spine, his shoulder blades. He shuddered once more, unbuttoning his shirt to expose more skin or Till to kiss. The strong man finished taking his shirt off. He wrapped his arms around him, his lips trailing down his breast plate. He shivered, stroking his friend’s hair. The strong man grunted and tackled him on the bed. He grinned, looking up at him as he ran his tongue up his stomach. The drummer giggled, goose bumps all over. Till moved up and kissed him softly as he untied the smaller man’s belt. The drummer finished untying his pants and lifted his butt, waiting. The singer pulled his pants and briefs down in one quick movement. The smaller man shivered at the feeling of the cold air on his body. Till sat up and looked at him. Schneider blushed a bit, but reached out and untied his friend’s belt.
“It’s embarrassing if I’m the only one naked.”
The taller man smiled and took off his shirt, throwing it away. The drummer untied his pants and pulled them down revealing the huge tent in the singer’s boxers. Till finished taking his clothes off, slowly, his eyes locked to his friend’s. Christoph blushed a bit more. The tall man smiled and lowered himself down above his friend.
“This better Christoph?”
The smaller man nodded, pulling him into a kiss, shivering at the sensation of their skin touching.
“Good.” He whispered, starting to kiss his way down his chest.
He moaned softly, biting his bottom lip. The strong man paused on his descent to lick a nipple. Schneider moaned softly. The drummer gasped when teeth squeezed it gently, then moaned again as Till’s tongue licked his sore flesh. The singer smiled and went back to his descent. His lips trailed down his flat hairless stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under them. The drummer’s skin was beginning to be damp. He smiled as he ran his short nails lightly up his friend’s inner thighs. Christoph gasped, tangling his fingers in the bigger man’s hair, trying to push him further down.
“In a hurry?” he asked with his low raspy voice, a grin hanging on his lips.
The drummer’s answer was a grunt. Till’s grin grew.
“Not much of a talker, huh?” he continued, licking his way up his shaft teasingly slowly.
He moaned softly once more, tilting his head back, sweat now pearling on his skin. The singer caressed his hips slowly as he took him in his mouth. Schneider grunted, bucking his hips forward. The strong man held him on the bed, not wanting to choke. He started bobbing his head slowly, extorting small grunts and pants out of his lover. Christoph felt the hollowness at the pit of his stomach. He pulled Till to his mouth.
“Stop.” He whispered, panting hard, pressing his cheek against his lover’s.
“Why?” he asked, puzzled.
“I want to cum with you inside of me.” He answered in a whisper, blushing badly.
The singer grinned, whispering in his ear:
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you cum then too.”
Schneider’s flush darkened. The singer kissed him softly before going back down. The smaller man gasped at the wet feeling of Till’s mouth. He started moving once more, reviving the feeling at the pit of Christoph’s stomach, making him whimper.
“Till.” He moaned, trailing off as he started shaking.

The singer kept doing his thing, tasting Schneider’s essence on his tongue. He smiled and kept moving until the drummer fell numb. Only then did he start moving up, licking and kissing his way up his damp stomach and chest. The smaller man pulled him up to his mouth, kissing him softly. The singer purred, stroking his hair slowly. Schneider blushed a bit.
“Want me to turn on my stomach?” he asked awkwardly, turning his face away.
Till smiled sadly and rolled on his side, pulling his lover closer.
“I told you I wanted to see your face.” He whispered before cupping his cheek and kissing him very softly.
The drummer cuddled closer, wrapping a leg around his lover’s hips, so their crotch would touch and started rocking his hips slowly. Till smiled, his free hand moving to Schneider’s ass and caressing it gently. He gasped softly as the tall man grabbed it. The singer’s smile grew as he rolled back on top, the smaller man wrapping his legs around him.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked, caressing his thighs.
Schneider nodded.
“Absolutely.” He answered, pulling him into a kiss, nibbling at his lover’s full bottom lip.
Till purred, reaching blindly for his pants and getting the lube in his pocket. The drummer heard the bottle being opened. He shivered and closed his eyes.

He jumped in surprise when Till kissed his eyelids.
“What’s wrong Christoph?” he asked, gently, caressing his hair.
The smaller man blushed.
“I was just waiting for you to…” he answered, trailing off.
The singer kissed him softly.
“Don’t worry Doom, he whispered. I’ll be gentle, always.”
Schneider relaxed a little, stroking his lover’s hair. The tall man kissed his palm, lifting him up a bit to place a pillow under his lower back. Christoph blushed a bit, rubbing his calves against his lover’s waist and hips. He smiled, licking the smaller man’s lips as he pushed a slick finger in. The drummer gasped, blushing a bit. A second finger was added. He grunted softly, cupping the back of Till’s neck and pushing his tongue in his mouth. The strong man moaned really softly, pumping the fingers slowly.
“Take me Till.” The smaller man whispered, panting softly.
The singer kissed him softly, taking the fingers out. He put his hand on his hip, guiding himself with the other.
“You ready?” he whispered in his ear before kissing it.
The drummer nodded, pulling him closer. Till kissed him as he started pushing his slick shaft in. Schneider tensed up, hiding his face in his lover’s hair. Till stopped moving, waiting for him to relax. The singer stroke the other man’s curls slowly, easing him down. The drummer finally let his head fall back on the pillow, wrapping his legs tighter around him.
“It’s okay Till.” He whispered.
The singer smiled and kissed him as he pushed the rest of his manhood in. Schneider arched his back and gasped softly, tilting his head back. The strong man started moving gently, trying as best as he could not to hurt him. Christoph moaned softly as his lover’s manhood brushed against his sweet spot. Till smiled, accelerating a bit. The drummer’s fingers wondered down the tall man’s back, the muscles rolling under them. The singer shuddered, puling hair off his lover’s forehead and kissing it softly. The smaller man purred, rocking his hips slowly, panting hard. Till grunted, accelerating a bit more and curling his fingers over his lover’s manhood. He gasped softly, nibbling at the singer’s neck. He grunted softly, stroking him faster, still pumping. Schneider started shaking.
“So close.” he mumbled, biting harder on his neck.
Till moaned softly, pumping faster. The drummer moaned loudly as the singer’s shaft pressed against his sweet spot and plashed both their stomachs. The taller man pressed his cheek against his and went over the edge as Christoph’s velvety insides tightened around him and started pulsing. A grunt that sounded vaguely like his lover’s name escaped from his lips as stars exploded before his eyes. The smaller man muzzled at his neck, still panting softly. Till smiled and caressed the back of his neck, starting to slide out.
“No. No. Stay a bit longer, please.” He whispered, holding him close.
The strong man’s smile grew.
“Okay.” He whispered back, pulling him into a kiss.
Schneider purred softly, rolling on his side and pushing Till in that position before cuddling with him.

They stayed like this for a while, the strong man gently stroking his hair and back. The drummer purred softly, listening to the steady beating of his lover’s heart.
“I’ll go and get a towel, okay?” he asked, kissing the top of his head.
The smaller man smiled weakly and nodded. Till slid out gently and went to the bathroom. By the time he came back, the smaller man had begun to doze off. The singer spooned with him, kissing his shoulder. He smiled and turned his face to kiss him. The singer did, whipping his lover’s stomach gently, then throwing the towel away.
“Hold me.” He purred, pressing his back harder against his lover’s warm chest.
The strong man smiled and wrapped an arm around him, burying his face against his neck and breathing in deeply.
“You smell good.” He whispered, half asleep.
Christoph smiled, tangling his fingers with his lover’s.

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The alarm clock on the night table went off. Some English music came to the drummer’s ears. He yawned and meant to sit up, but Till’s big arm was still wrapped around him. He smiled sadly and laid back down. The big man stirred a bit, woken by the music too. Schneider closed his eyes, waiting for the singer to tell him to get out. He jumped in surprise when his lips trailed down his shoulder.
“Good morning Christoph.” He whispered, cuddling closer.
He blushed and tangled his fingers with the other man’s.
“Good morning.” He whispered back, shivering at the feeling of the bigger man’s chest on his back.
“Sleep well?” he asked, caressing his stomach slowly.
The drummer shivered and nodded.
“Me too. It’s nice to sleep with you. You’re all warm.” He continued, nibbling at his ear.
Schneider blushed even more, rolling on himself so he’d face the bigger man.
“You’re warm too.” He whispered, pressing up against his chest, purring.

Till stroke his hair, smiling sweetly. Christoph kissed his lover’s slightly hairy chest gently, wrapping a leg around his hips.
“How’s your butt doing? I tried to be gentle but…”
The smaller man cut him off, smiling sweetly.
“It’s fine. You were gentle.”
The drummer wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck, kissing his large jaw.
“Want to hear something funny?”
“Yeah.” He answered, wrapping his arms around his back.
“I thought you were going to kick me out this morning. You know, I thought you might regret yesterday night.”
The singer kissed his forehead, caressing the skin of his back slowly.
“You’re silly doom. I could never regret what happened yesterday. I thought you would though.”
The drummer blushed a bit.
“I don’t.” he whispered, cuddling closer.
He started laughing softly.
“What?” Till asked, amused.
“It’s just that you’re such a softy.” He whispered, caressing his ribs. “It’s amusing how much the image you project is nothing of what you really are.”
The singer smiled a bit.
“Yeah, I know. I’m a big softy.”
“Like a Teddy Bear.” He said, grinning.
“Yeah, like a Teddy Bear.” He answered, pulling him into a kiss.
“Lucky for you I like Teddy Bears, huh?” he whispered, pulling him closer.
“Yeah, lucky me.” He replied, smiling sweetly and tucking a lock of curly hair behind his ear.
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