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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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The next day was sunny. Around noon it started to rain, and Flake sat in silence and watched the raindrops run down the windows of the bus while they drove on and on and on.

Till had sat beside him for quite a while, looking half asleep, then he had changed seats to play cards with the others.

Not a word about yesterday.

Lunch break. There was a horribly expensive foodstuff shop by a parking space at the side of the road, along with toilets and a drugstore.

Stiffly everybody staggered out of the bus and into the shop. Flake immediately made for the toilets.

When he came out of a booth, he almost bumped into Till who had been leaning against the wall.

“Hey, you again!”

“Yes, can’t avoid me if we’re on tour together, muddlehead!” Till grinned.

Flake swallowed.

Before he could react, he was flung around and pressed against the wall by Till’s body. A breathless, rough and hungry kiss was pressed onto his lips.

“Mhhhhpf”, said Flake but stopped immediately when a hand cupped his crotch not exactly gently (but not hurting, however). Till’s hip rubbed against his.

His own lips had started rubbing and sucking into the kiss already. He felt hot, and he was frightened that somebody would come in.

He softly pushed his tongue against Till’s lips, trying, tracing, shoving a little deeper to the inner part of the mouth, meeting teeth on the way. Answer came immediately. Till did the same, tongues met, and what should, by all laws of nature, not taste of anything tasted wonderful.

I’ve never tried to imagine the taste. The smell, the skin, everything, but not the taste. Saliva Till flavour? Maybe they could make a chewing-gum out of it.

Till pulled his head back, Flake almost expected a string of saliva to hang between their faces.

“I want to sleep with you”, rasped Till, out of breath.

“What, now?!”

“I’ve seen to it that we sleep in the same room tonight.”

Flake couldn’t think clearly for the hand in his crotch. His own was inside Till’s pants, he realised. “D’you have condoms? The thick ones?”

“No”, mumbled Till, his hand sneaking under Flake’s shirt. “Gonna buy some.”

“Fine. I’ve got some mint flavour ones.” Flake grinned all over. “We shall need both, I guess.”

The corners of Till’s mouth wandered upward unstoppably. “Fine. Excellent. Lovely.” He stood back a little, buttoned Flake’s shirt back up thoroughly and patted his chest, grinning. “I can’t wait.”

Flake could only grin like a maniac and nodded frantically. He licked his lips, trying to get another little bit of Till flavour. The object of his desires slid his own hand along Flake’s and then walked out and closed the door behind him.

Flake tried hard, really hard, to let his face look grouchy and bored again. Somebody might get suspicious about the sudden change. But it was hard, and so was he.

The rest of the day was wonderful, happy, funny and everything else you get when you’re inwardly happy while everybody else isn’t. Flake was twenty feet above the ground, his head was wrapped in cotton wool and his heart had been swapped for a humming-top.

The hours passed much too slowly, and but he loved every minute. He was frightened, happy and temporary insane.

“Can’t we listen to some loud music? Real loud?”

“Can I help you with that?”

“I’ve bought cookies. Anybody wants cookies? Cookies with vanilla cream inside. No, just take them, I’ve still got enough!”

Till eyed him with obvious (and fake) amazement, but couldn’t help grinning.

“What has bitten him?” asked Schneider.

Till shrugged. “He has had too little occasion for dancing in the last few days, I guess. The energy has got to go somewhere.”

They dragged the luggage up to the rooms.

“I’m dead tired”, mumbled Till. “I’m dead when I hit the mattress.”

“Oh. Have much fun with the snoring, Flake”, pitied Olli.

“I can stuff jellybabies up my ears. But I’m probably going to be asleep before him”, Flake explained.

They stopped in front of their room while the others shuffled to theirs.

Flake swallowed as the door opened in front of them, and even more when it closed.

He locked it, while Till threw his bag on a bed.

So it’s going to happen here. Big beds, fortunately. It doesn’t look like the kind of room you should imagine for the sex of your life… there are flowers painted on the walls, for heaven’s sake!

When Flake turned around, Till was already half-naked. He left the clothes on the floor and left a trace on the way to the bathroom.

It was dawning outside. It was summer, and therefore dawning didn’t take place before 11 pm. It was warm, and the room had taken a lot of heat through the glass windows.

Flake let the blinds down. Stripes of bright and shadow on the walls. Like in the strip tease scene in “9 ½ weeks”. You shouldn’t be able to look in from the outside, but it was high above the ground anyway.

“Are you coming?” Till’s head was visible in the bathroom door.

Flake nodded and smiled and came into the bathroom.

“Get out of the clothes… I like you better in a towel.” Till helped him strip and grinned all over.

“Like it?”

“Sure!”

“Shouldn’t assume that you see something new. You’ve seen my butt more often than you liked, probably.”

“Phew, so what. There are more interesting things about your body.”

They got under the shower. Hot water came down.

This is it. Naked. Pressed close together. This is how he feels. I’ve got to get used to this. They were kissing, more slow and exploring than in the lavatory room. Hands were brushing, stroking, grabbing and squeezing. They soaped each other up, washed it down, kissed all over. Flake didn’t count how many love bites he left. He just knew that he wanted to mark his territory for as long as possible.

I’m giddy. Why does that frighten me? Shouldn’t frighten me so to touch another man’s cock, should it? I just feel so… deviant. I think that’s why I’m frightened.

Under the hot water and the excitement, they had both turned quite rosy before they got out of the shower. They rubbed each other dry, almost not getting anywhere in the process for getting in each other’s way. They laughed. There was no other way for coping with this. Flake could tell that Till was deeply insecure, as he was himself.

When they came out of the bathroom, the room had changed. The flowers on the walls had vanished without any trace, and so had the comfortable easy chair in the corner and Till’s bag on the other bed.

It was dark, and the moon and the blinds turned the room into a pattern of bright and dark stripes. The unoccupied bed was white, big, and inviting. Waiting.

It was chilly and exciting. Strange.

“Should I turn on the light?”

“No”, said Flake. “Don’t. It’s bright enough.”

Till pulled things out of his bag. Flake placed the mint condoms on the nightstand. “Come here. Wanna kiss you.”

They kissed, hands all over each other’s back, and sunk down on the bed. Flake felt Till’s body half on top of his own. They snogged. Hands were gripping, meeting hard flesh, both trembling, excited, and frightened.

Listen how we’re breathing. Like we’re drowning.

So this is where it’s going to happen. Now.

He felt Till’s hard-on press into his hip. “Flake”, panted Till, tearing his mouth away.

“Yes?”

“How… far are you willing to go?”

Flake shoved him off. “That depends. First, let’s get this absolutely clear- is this a one-night stand or… something serious?” Propped up on his elbows, he panted into Till’s face and felt his stomach contract.

If I get hurt, this is my problem. My feelings later will be my problem. And I can handle them.

“Why…? Oh, I see. Yes.” Till ran his fingers through Flake’s hair. “Sure. There are things that require a certain… degree of trust, is it that? And you don’t want to do them if it’s a one-night stand?”

“No”, rasped Flake. “If this is serious, we can take all our time. But if this is the only time I’m ever going to have you – then I want to try everything tonight.”

Till’s mouth wandered upward, and he smiled, so torn and happy that Flake swallowed again, loudly. “I want both. I want to do everything. But I want to do this again. Tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. I want you. Keep you.” He stroked Flake’s hair again and kissed the corner of his mouth.

This humming-top is going to break if it doesn’t stop spinning like this! Oh my… oh my… Till. This is it. This is reality. I feel like I’ve had tons of soda, and all the bubbles are going back up my throat.

Flake pushed Till to the side and was suddenly on top. He started kissing down his collarbone, his heart fluttering when he considered what he was about to do. “Just relax. I want to do something.”

“Something with mint?” asked Till hopefully. Flake didn’t bother to answer. He kissed down, over his chest, belly (Till tried to draw it in to look more slim) and finally followed the line down until a cock pressed into his cheek.

Then he went down and started, up the thighs, the insides, tickling. “You!” whined Till. “You sadist!”

“Shhh.” Flake tore a little package and rolled the condom on.

Oh, I just realised that I don’t have a clue. Let’s just try what I know feels good… He made himself home between Till’s legs and eyed his cock, trying to think of where to begin.
Then he just went down and vacuum-sucked, slowly sliding upward.

“You’ve got to tell me what you’d like”, said he, opening his mouth.

“More… just more…”

He felt hot, just listening to the hoarse, excited voice. Then an idea struck his mind. “Do you like some… other stimulation too? Like, I could play with your balls. Or… maybe… stick a finger or two… if you like that…”

It’s out. Fantasy number one. Is this going to far? Is he going to be angry? Can’t see his face…

Till smiled broadly. “Very much”, he gasped.

This is it then. This is going to be it. Flake’s heart thudded like a train. He took one of the latex gloves Till had put on the nightstand, and let it snap over his hand demonstratingly when he put it on, and grinned.

Till shuddered visibly and swallowed. Flake could see sweat glistening on his upper lip and forehead.

He poured some lube from the back rub plastic bottle into his right palm and slicked the first two fingers of the left one with it. “Do you think that’s okay?”

Till nodded and swallowed again.

Flake felt powerful when he saw how much he was wanted. He shoved Till’s legs a little more to the side. “You better lie flat on your back.”

“Anything you want.”

And his fingers disappeared gradually.

And my fingers disappear into him, bit by bit. Why can’t I have a third hand… for my own cock…? The urge to touch himself was overwhelming.

He could see Till bite his lip before he got back to work on his cock.

“If you could… just… bend them a little?” came a very modest whimper from the top of the bed. “Like… you ‘re trying to find a g-spot? OH-yes! Yes, like that, please keep moving…”

Flake couldn’t help chuckling.

There you go, badass Mr-bend-over-I-don’t-care-about-your-face…

“Uh…” Till panted. His swallowing was very loud in the silence, but apart from this he grew very quiet. Only occasional sucking noises from Flake could be heard.

I hope I’m doing it right. I can’t be lacking dexterity of tongue, I mean, women are probably harder to get off than men, but… am I doing it right?

He tried to suck harder, twisted his fingers more, started to shove them in and out a little.

“UhnoI’mgonnaCOMEjuststopO-OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHtoolate…” Till’s upper body cramped in a spasm, and the condom under Flake’s tongue was filled. Till fell backwards, panting.

Too soon? Too fast? Shit.

He crawled up and leaned on Till’s chest.

Till sighed and lay there like a fluid. “That was really… I didn’t know you were so… passionate!”

Flake shrugged. “I hope it felt good for you?”

“Oh yes. Oh yes.” Till sat up a little. “Let me just get out of that thing. Hardly fitting for any dresscode…”

“You look perfectly dressed to me”, Flake let him know, turned the glove on his hand inside out and lay back in the thick pillow himself.

Till leaned over and grabbed some tissues. Flake closed his eyes.

“Tired already?”

“No.”

“Now. What would you like me to do?” Till kissed Flake’s collarbone and looked up into his face.

Flake considered it all. “Hm. What would you like to do?”

Till’s face was a little worried. “Well, thing is… I’m hanging for a while now. But you want to do everything. And… that would mean that you would have to bugger me.”

Flake looked at Till’s face. His heart ached when he saw the worries and bad conscience in it. He kissed Till’s nose softly. “Yeah?”

“But”, continued Till, hesitatingly, “I… you know, my arse is a virgin. You’ve probably guessed it. And if it turns out horrible as first times like this usually are, then… then I’m messing up our first night together. And I don’t want to do that.”

Flake put his arms around Till’s shoulders and pressed his sweaty skin close to his own. “Who cares. You’re here. In bed with me. That’s what matters. Kiss me.”

Till complied, still trembling. “Flake.” His voice was a whisper. “What have you done with me?”
“Kiss me, I’m an enchanted chemist”, said Flake, and Till chuckled. His big, rough hand was suddenly on Flake’s cock, bringing it to full attention. “What can I do for you, apart from this?”
Flake concentrated on the feeling. He had waited far too long when he had sucked Till off. He was almost too frustrated to enjoy anything nice and soft. He wanted more. Something rough, something really shaking.

I’ve waited for one month. One month. I want to come. I want to. And… I want to be fucked. I want to. I want to feel him. Don’t care if it hurts. He could see himself under this massive back. His legs hitched up on the sides. Buried, only audible.

“Till”, he whispered. The hot body pressed against his own hardly left any room for his hand to find the other man’s cock. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me. I want you to lube me up and get your big… hard… mhhhhh… your big hard cock into me. Stuff me. I want to feel you. Come on.”

“You think it’s any use talking dirty?” asked Till.

“He certainly does”, chuckled Flake under his breath as he felt the flesh stiffen under his fingers.

Till suddenly grabbed his hips and pulled him into a comfortable position. “Then I won’t let you wait”, he growled.

It’s going to start. Flake swallowed with fear. I’m gonna be fucked. Fucked.
“Uhm… just be careful”, he mumbled, “because… I’m no more experienced at this than you.”

“Oh.” Till froze. “Oh, That’s a problem, I guess.”

“Why?”

“Because… I mean, I’ve done this before. Of course. But only with women, as you know, and they were all… quite experienced at that. I’m gonna have to be twice as careful with you, I guess.”

Flake almost burst with nervousness and impatience. “Just do it, and if it hurts, I’m just gonna scream.”

“But you shouldn’t have to scream”, whispered Till. The bluish white-black stripe pattern on his face couldn’t hide the concern. “I’m walking blind here, I guess. You call the shots. I won’t do anything unless you tell me to.”

Flake nodded. Pressed into the pillow, he watched as Till rolled one of the tougher condoms over his cock and covered it in lubricant as well as he could.

This is going into you. This is going up your arse, and there’s no way around it. He shuddered with lust and anxiousness.

Till leaned over him again. With shaking hands, Flake grabbed the slippery cock with his fingertips and guided it between his legs. Till’s hands went to Flake’s knees and gently pressed them up and apart. He leaned forward, and Flake noticed that he was nearly close enough to be kissed, but only nearly. Flake would have liked to be kissed, he felt horribly exposed, with his most vulnerable spot lying so… open.

He guided the tip of the cock against the tightly closed opening and closed his eyes.

Till’s hands were on his hips, securing, holding.

Flake whimpered and clenched his teeth as he felt his insides being pressed to the sides. It hurt. The muscles weren’t used to being opened from the outside. It felt weird, and it hurt. But it also gave him the damn good feeling of being filled. Finally, filled. Till inside him.

He opened his eyes and looked up. Till’s eyes were tightly shut, his mouth hanging open, desperately focused on not entering too fast, but hardly able to hold back.

The pressure of flesh against his thighs and backside made him shudder. This was so very intimate. And he was doing it with Till, of all people. Impaled on his cock.

Till opened his eyes and smiled down, running his hands through Flake’s hair, kissing him, panting. “Are you… is it okay?”

Flake nodded. He was feeling desperate, desperately in love and desperately horny. He trembled. He was sweating.

Till kissed his once more and started to thrust into him slowly.

“Ow.”

“Uh… Ow.”

“OW! … Till, please… don’t move that much”, he howled.

Till froze, panting, dismayed, sorry. His hair was stuck to his forehead. “Oh no. Sorry. It… shouldn’t hurt… I’m sorry.”

Flake swallowed. This was so different from everything he had known about Till. This seemed to be a different person. But one he liked. “It’s okay, just… you know… don’t move…”

They lay locked together, in silence, not daring to move. For a second, the only sound from their shaking bodies was ragged breath.

He’s so close. I’m so mad for him, I didn’t even notice how much.

Funny how such a little thing of no more than eighteen centimetres or so can be taken so terribly important. That’s what locks us together at the moment, and compared to the rest of us, it feels so ridiculously small.

But damn, it’s inside me. It’s inside me.

Till’s shaking hands stroked the sticky hair out of Flake’s face. “You’ve been waiting for this so long, and now… we can’t even fuck properly.” His voice sounded sad, and his face looked guilty. Guilty and full of affection.

“’s okay… you know…”, whispered Flake. “Feels good to be… so close to you.”

I’ve never been so close. And I’ve never been able to feel so much of him. I’m here. And I feel like there’s no better place in the world.

His thoughts were interrupted when Till suddenly grabbed his cock and started to jerk.

“Even if I can’t fuck you, I’m damn well going to get you there”, he whispered between clenched teeth, trying to kiss Flake without moving inside him.

Oh God. More, more…

He forced his body not to move.

More… This is better than expected. I feel so filled. So damn stuffed and opened. God, it feels good together with the hand. More. More. More…

His thoughts went down the drain. There was only heat, only Till, only the urge to COME, and then finally the wave. He moved now, but it didn’t really matter. He felt himself cramp around Till’s cock. And that felt damn good.

I’ve got to try one of these beads one day. Guess I should react quite positively to them.

Yeah. That was it. I’m finished. I can’t move.

He fell backwards onto the mattress, and Till slowly pulled out. It hardly hurt this time, mostly because, due to the lack of movement, his erection had mostly faded.

Lube was still generously distributed between his cheeks, but he didn’t mind now. He looked up to Till and held his head in both hands.

“…” he said, lacking words.

Till smiled and got up. He sat on the bedside and started toying with the tissues. Flake could only see his back.

“You didn’t come”, he whispered.

“Doesn’t matter, to be honest.” Till’s voice sounded satisfied. “I’m mostly dead tired. What about you?”

Flake sighed. He began to feel chilly. “I’m happy.”

Till turned around and smiled all over his face. “Really? Happy?”

Flake nodded. “It was damn good. But… it was good because it was with you.”

“Aaaaw.” Till rolled his eyes.

Flake swallowed. “I like you, you know that”, he said in a sad little voice.

Till sighed and looked down with the most inexplicable sadness in his face. “I know. Don’t think I don’t like you.” He leaned down and kissed Flake. “Now, are you too finished to move or what?”

“Yes.” Flake grinned.

“Can I still sleep in your bed?”

Flake only held out his arms.

It was later when he lay there, Till, sleeping, spooned against his back, breathing against his neck, that he realised that he was grinning like a maniac. And for the first time in many years, he couldn’t sleep with happiness.

ZE END!
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