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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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A few days had passed. The weather was fine, the concerts went well and so on, and in the hotel they were to spend a few days in now there was a sauna.

Which was absolute luxury, as a contrast to living in a bus with smelling, sweaty men for the last few days.

It didn’t take Flake longer than an hour after arriving to make a determined visit there.

Flop, flop, flop, went his beach shoes on the tiles of the silent, empty anteroom, where he got out of this clothes and tied the towel around his waist.

Through the glass window in the wooden door, the inside looked invitingly warm and yellow.

He opened the door, humming to himself, and fought with the handle. Stupid mechanism, you had to turn the handle upward to open, and when you were inside, you had to turn the handle sideways again, or it couldn’t close, and…

“Don’t turn it down!”

Flake nearly died of shock when he heard the voice behind his back. He let go of the handle, and the door fell shut.

Till sat on a bench, clad in a towel, and looked out of place.

“Phew, Till”, Flake sighed. “You frightened me. I didn’t see there was someone here but me.”

Till’s mouth wandered to the side of his face, and he looked gloomy. “You know, this sauna has a little speciality. If you turn the handle downwards when the door falls shut, you can only open it from the outside.”

“Oh”, said Flake and looked at the handle. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Very much oh.”

“Well”, said Flake, finding back to his usual unfazed mood, “Richard said he’d come after me in half an hour, so he’s gonna save us. Half an hour is exactly the right time to stay in a sauna.”

He took a seat on the lowest bench.

Till sighed. “Okay. I just hope he doesn’t forget us in here.”

“We can also see the door of the anteroom through the window”, said Flake, “so if anybody comes in, we just knock.”

“Hm.” Till looked concerned. “Is your circulation stable enough again for a sauna at all?”

“Of course, you moron!” Flake snorted. “What do you think how long that injury is gonna make me an invalid?”

“But you’re still taking medicaments, are you?”

“Some. Little green pills. And a red one in the evening. But there used to be quite a lot more when I was in hospital. So don’t mother me.” Just to proof that he was brave and physically fine, Flake climbed higher. The air got noticeably hotter. He started to sweat already, and he had’t been here for five minutes.

Nothing compared to Till, of course. He was watery all over.

“Have you been in here for long?”

“Ten minutes. – Did you get a scar?”

“Hm? On my belly? I think it’s only a thin line when it’s completely healed. Wanna see?”

“Yes, please.” Till grinned and climbed over.

Hope he doesn’t take this as an attempt. I just hope he doesn’t think of it as slippery.

Flake pulled the towel down on the left side. “Here.”

“It looks bad, though. Still a little blood on it, see? And there are the holes from the stiches.” Till’s face was full of pity.

Flake covered himself up and changed for one of the lower benches again. It was decidedly too hot up there.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, and Flake had a hard time. I’m locked up in a sauna with Till. Only dressed in a towel. And sweaty. I just wished I wasn’t leaded into so much temptation. He might think I did it on intention. It’s so embarrassing.

He felt that he was being watched.

Till eyed him up and down, secretly, from the corner of his eye.

“What is it?” asked Flake and moistened his lips. They tasted salty.

“Nothing”, said Till. “Was just thinking.”

There was a little more embarrassed silence. When Flake looked over to Till the next time, he smiled broadly.

This is not fair. I’ve been good. I’ve left him alone. And now randomly I’m locked up with him, half naked. I want him. Want him so badly. Want to sit closer to him. Very close, so that our thighs as touching. But he didn’t shift closer.

If he would only grab my crotch. Over the towel. Right now, right here. Press me down on the bench and grope me all over. Slick, sweaty skin under his slick, sweaty hands. And then Richard would come in. Damn, so hot in here.

If I could feel his hard-on against my leg. Only through the towel. Want to feel that. Only once. Shit, it’s not my fault that I want him. It’s not a crime, damn. Why do I have to be punished with this?

“Flake?”

“Yes.” Flake looked up.

“That crush of yours on me”, asked Till bluntly, “how long has it been going on?”

“Four weeks or so”, sighed Flake. “And I don’t want to lose another word about it, thanks a lot. Don’t rub it in. I’m not usually into men, it’s going to pass.”

“I think it’s about time I’d be honest with you.” Till’s face looked unpleasantly serious.

Flake didn’t want to know. He knew what came after sentences like this one: Stuff that made him feel guilty, stuff that made him feel he had come too close to someone. Stuff that told him that he made mistakes, or bossed around, or was being rejected in general.

“Can’t imagine about what.” I know I can’t have you. I’m not trying to. I haven’t given you any reason give me a curtain-lecture.

“First tell me what I said to you on Wednesday evening. When I was drunk.”

Flake sighed. “You called me a faggot.”

“Oh. Sorry! What else?”

“You said it was all my fault. That you got drunk.” Flake frowned. “You said I had messed up your life. I can’t imagine what you meant, anyway.”

Till leaned forward, elbows on knees, hands hanging, and stared at this feet. “The thing was, I had really got that sloshed because of you.”

“My fault?” Flake eyebrowed.

“Not really. But because of you. You know, I… since you talked to me about that… um… crush of yours, I really started thinking, I hadn’t thought about it before. I never even considered that a man would fancy me.” Till laughed a little.

Flake pulled the towel over his knees to look more covered.

“And now I’ve thought a lot about it all. About… you wanting me. About what I think about men. And what I used to do with men without thinking about it. I don’t think I was honest with you when you told me.”

“You weren’t honest with me?” mumbled Flake. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that I’m not interested in men, that’s not… I think… true. It was just never on a… more than erotic level. Never sexual or acute. I never had the urge to live it out in real life. A couple of fantasies, but never anything concrete. I never wanted to go to bed with a specific man.”

Flake’s mouth felt dry, his throat hurt like sandpaper. His heart felt like it was going to burst up his throat. “And… what does that men?”

“I’m not at all sure”, said Till and scratched the back of his head. “You messed up my life.”

“So I shook up your sexuality or something?”

“Yes”, Till forced out. “Somewhat.”

“That doesn’t mean that you want to go to bed with me.”

“I don’t know what it means.” Till’s hands rubbed his knees and left little smears in the sweat. His hair was wet and hung down in a mess. “If I knew, my life would be easier. I got drunk because I wanted to forget it. Just to stop brooding. But there’s no point in that.”

Flake sat in silence, his heart thudding, his skin itching. You look so sad. Can’t I come over and hold your head against my chest? Just for a minute?

“I’m afraid I can’t help you”, he said, imitating Till’s former words. “You have to sort that out yourself.” I’m giddy. Oh my, I’m giddy. Is it the heat? Or is it Till? My mouth is so dry. What if I just get down on my knees and steal his towel and put my mouth over his dick before he can run away? I’d help him decide if I did that, right? Then he’s going to know if he liked it.

Till’s looks at his naked chest were deeply concerning. The eyes wandered along the skinny, muscular arms, and to Flake’s face, half- hidden under the wet hair, and deeply sad-eyed.

Penny for your thoughts. I’m frightened of you when you do that.

Flake got up. “I’ll put on some of that mint stuff and make some more steam. Hand me the bottle, please?”

Till grabbed it from the bench and handed it to Flake. Their fingers touched, only briefly.

“Thanks.”

Till pulled his hand back. Something was wrong. This stupid little touch (as if he hadn’t touched Flake a thousand times before!) had put his hormones in disorder. His stomach was fluttering, and he couldn’t focus on one clear thought. There was a thudding in his stomach that did definitely not belong there. He had brooded over this for days. He shouldn't be so easily put out of balance by this stupid touch.

He couldn't manage to look into Flake's eyes any more.

Flake wasn't willing to say another word. He was busy brooding himself.

They sat in silence until Richard came and rescued them.
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