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Paint	By : cryforthemoon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2080 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Paint
- 2-Part Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Part Four
- 5-Part Five
- 6-Six
- 5
- 6
For the rest of the day Paul and I spend time together. We go to the park, walking close together along the river, talking about anything and everything, watching the anglers waiting patiently for fish. When the sun starts setting we go back to my apartment. I sit on the sofa while Paul haphazardly throws together something edible. From the sounds in the kitchen it actually sounds like he’s throwing pans around. Finally he emerges triumphantly holding a frying pan aloft. From the smell I guess it’s meant to be eggs with something gone horribly wrong. Paul notices the smell, and after wrinkling his nose and looking around the room he realizes that it’s coming from the frying pan. “I never really got the hang of cooking…”
I laugh and take the pan from him. I look into the kitchen. Surprisingly it’s quite clean, apart from the egg yolks on the floor. Paul looks in next to me. “I dropped a couple of eggs. Sorry.”

“It’s fine, let’s ring the curry house.” I put the pan in the sink, and turn around to find the number. Paul’s standing in front of the phone with a grin on his face.

“You know what they say about curry?”

“What?”

Paul giggles. “I’ll tell you later.”

I shake my head, amused at Paul’s attempt at mystery. I reach past him and grab the phone.

“What do you want?”

He winks at me. “You. And a rogan josh.”

I smile and kiss him briefly, dialling the number. I order Paul’s rogan josh and a korma for myself while Paul pulls aside the collar of my shirt and starts to nibble on my shoulder. I almost squeak from a lick to my collarbone when I give the address. As soon as I hang up I attack Paul and push him against the wall, bending to kiss him hard while his hands roam over my back and under my shirt. He pulls away with a gasp to drag me to the sofa, where he pushes me to sit down and then straddles my lap, undoing the first two buttons of my shirt to kiss my neck and chest. I can only moan and caress his head as he undoes another button to lick at my nipple. I slide my hands under his shirt to run my nails lightly down his back. He shudders and groans, shifting forward in my lap so that our erections rub together. He lifts his head from my chest to pull his shirt over his head, getting his elbow stuck. I laugh and disentangle him, breathing hard as his bare torso is revealed to me. I lean forward to kiss his chest, resting my hands on his lower back as he moves in my lap. He trembles as I slide my hands down past the waistband of his trousers and squeeze his arse. His hands fumble on his fly as he frees his erection. He does the same for me and wraps his hand around my cock, kissing me fiercely. He brushes his thumb over the tip as his hand moves, and I gasp into his mouth. I move one of my hands around to the front of his body, grasping his erection and matching the movement of my hand to his. He grins at me and thrusts gently into my hand while maintaining the pace of his hand. All too soon I feel my orgasm building; I kiss him as I come, and he whimpers as he rides my lap and comes in my hand.
Paul rests his forehead against mine, panting slightly. I move my head and place kisses on his shoulders and neck as he gently slumps against me. He actually giggles when I kiss the skin where his neck and shoulder join.

There’s a sharp knock on the door. I jump and Paul loses his balance on my lap, toppling onto the sofa. I can’t help laughing at his face being buried in the soft cushions, his legs wiggling across my lap.
I do up my trousers for decency’s sake and answer the door, still laughing. It’s the curry. I fumble in my back pocket for my wallet, telling the delivery boy to keep the change. I close the door and turn around with the food to find that Paul has kicked off his shoes and socks, his naked feet resting up on the table. I swallow. Paul’s feet are as attractive as the rest of him. I dump the containers on the table next to Paul’s feet and go to the kitchen to get a couple of forks before sitting down next to him on the sofa. He immediately swings his feet off the table and into my lap. A wriggle of his toes makes me nearly drop my fork. He giggles around his mouthful of curry. Two can play at that game. I toe off my shoes and bend over his feet to take my socks off. Paul gasps as I put my feet in his lap, toes above the waistband of his trousers.

“You’re cold!”
“Serves you right for putting your feet on my table.”
“I know what’ll warm you up.”
“I’m eating.”
“I’m talking about the curry, idiot. It’s meant to warm you.”
“Warm me?”
“Yes. And,” Paul gently presses his heel into my groin, “some people say it has aphrodisiac properties.”
“I don’t think I can go again so soon after.”
“My foot tells me different.”
He’s right. I can feel myself getting hard again from the gentle prodding of his feet in my lap. Paul scrapes round his container with his fork, licks the fork thoroughly and puts the container down on the table. He spins the fork between his fingers, watching me eat.
“Going to finish any time soon?”
“Nearly done.”
“Good.”
Another minute of his toes wriggling against my growing erection and I don’t even bother to lick the fork. I draw my legs back and pounce on him, pinning his arms to the arm of the sofa. I bend and start to nip sharply at his ear. Paul wriggles.
“Hey! Ow!”
“That’s for being such a tease. And this,” I lick over the metal hoop in his earlobe, “is for having such damn sexy feet.” Paul moans gently as I continue my assault on his ear and draw my legs up to straddle him. I thrust against him, feeling the heat at his groin. Paul actually squeaks.
“Stop! Stop!”
I release the shell of his ear from my mouth, confused. “What?”
Paul is breathing hard. “I want to do something for you. Sit back?”
I oblige, not sure what he’s up to. He swings my feet up onto the sofa, and crawls up my legs until his face is level with mine. He grins and kisses me, tasting hot and spicy. I kiss back eagerly, feeling his fingers fumbling over the buttons of my shirt. I lean forward to shrug out of it and Paul throws it over the back of the sofa. He stops kissing me and starts kissing my collarbone as he undoes my trousers. I hiss as my erection springs free, and he starts to trail his tongue down my chest. When his tongue traces over my stomach I shiver slightly in anticipation. He stops and looks up at me. He smiles and winks, then suddenly plunges his mouth onto my cock. The sensation makes me shout and buck into his mouth, and he holds my hips down, swirling his tongue around my cock as he bobs his head in my lap. He releases my hips and holds what he can’t take into his mouth with his hand, his other hand reaching to touch himself. He moans and I shudder from the vibration. He raises an eyebrow and starts humming, carefully touching his teeth to my shaft. The sensations are exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I feel my orgasm rushing up on me, and I manage to gasp Paul’s name before I fill his mouth. He swallows, his hand moving frantically as he reaches for his own orgasm. He releases my cock and rests his head against my knee, hot breath against my skin as he reaches for his own release. A shiver and a moan, and he smiles up at me. He climbs up and somehow ends up sitting half in my lap and half on the sofa, idly licking his hand clean. I take his wrist and flick my tongue out to his palm. I wrinkle my nose.
“Do you eat a lot of curry?”

~*~

After spending the night in my bed, curled up in Paul’s arms, we head to the studio next morning feeling almost light-headed. I can’t stop looking at him, even when we cross the road. He keeps grinning at me and walks so close to me that his elbow bangs into my side. Eventually I just sling my arm around his shoulders, and he slips his hand under my jacket to curl his arm around my waist. We do an odd version of the three-legged race, giggling when one of us trips slightly.

We get to the studio, still glued to each other, and open the door to see Richard and Schneider sitting on the soft sofa in the corner of the room. Schneider is in the corner of the sofa with Richard sitting between his legs and his back against Schneider’s chest. They look up from their low conversation to smile at Paul and I. Paul pulls me down for a quick kiss and goes to pick up his guitar. I go over to the keyboard and start playing a silly romantic song. Paul picks up the tune and mock sings along to it.
“That is how I know you go on…”
I stick out my tongue at him and he grins while still howling out the lyrics. I glance over at Richard and Schneider. Schneider is placing little kisses on Richard’s neck, Richard giggling, finally shutting his eyes and rolling his head back on Schneider’s shoulder to allow him better access. He shivers slightly as Schneider drops delicate kisses on his collarbone. They’re so beautiful together.
Paul’s singing stops and I look up to see him at the window. He turns, confused. “Olli’s coming in with Till.”
“So?” I answer, “They probably just met walking here.”
“Till’s got his arm around Olli.”
Richard’s eyes fly open and he slips suddenly from his seat between Schneider’s legs, Schneider’s hands grabbing him before he falls off the sofa. I move quickly to the window but Till and Olli have already gone into the building. All too soon we hear voices and the door opens to reveal Olli, bruised and limping slightly with his arm over Till’s shoulder, Till’s arm around his waist. What the fuck? That’s all I can think. Paul voices my thoughts with a growl.
Olli looks at Till and he nods
“Olli has something he wants to say to you all.”

Olli lets go of Till and stands properly with a flash of pain. He looks at Richard, who wears a look of hatred, and to me. He speaks slowly with hesitation in his voice.

“I know that nothing I say can ever earn your complete forgiveness. I can only hope that you might understand. What I did to you both was…madness. Even though I felt so clear-headed. It’s like being on the edge of drunkenness. Everything seems so clear to you, but you’re not the same person to other people. The man that you’ve known for so many years would never do that to his friends. But sometimes I change into this altogether different person. I let myself go into negative emotions.
Richard – you’re so beautiful. Everyone wants you or wants to be you. There aren’t that many people who might notice me if I’m in the same room as you. I told you I was in love with you because I was infatuated with you, like so many. But I couldn’t bear watching you, I wanted to own you, to control that beauty. You are perfection, and I couldn’t deal with that. I wanted to taste perfection. I wanted a share in the admiration and love that you receive so easily. I couldn’t see how I’d ever get that though, playing in the background so much. So I went to your apartment. I meant to just discuss performances with you, but we were alone, you were vulnerable. All I had to do was kiss you and tell you that I loved you. And then, when you seemed to back off, I took it as rejection. I’ve had rejection in my life. I don’t have the personalities that you all have. I’m just the quiet bass player. I know that you or Till would be first choice for a groupie rather than me. So I took your slowing down as rejection. And I couldn’t allow that, I couldn’t bear any more rejection. So I tried to destroy your perfect image by beating you up, and then I raped you for the control I so wanted. I didn’t feel the control though, I just woke up the next morning and felt sick at what I’d done.
Flake,” he turns to me, “that was five months ago. I hadn’t touched another human being so intimately until the other day with you. On a base level, I was desperate for some sort of human contact, not to feel so alone. Again, as with Richard, I just came over to spend time with you as a friend. But then I found out that you had a soft spot for Paul. And I was…angry, I suppose. Angry because I’d seen the looks that Paul gave you when you weren’t looking, because I felt left out again. I’d started to feel like I couldn’t control anything in my life. I wanted to feel something, anything, to know that I could bend another person to my will.
Yesterday, when Till talked to me and some of you hit me, I really saw the monster I have become. I know that nothing I ever say will excuse what I did to the two of you. I can only hope that you believe that I am sickened by myself, and that I am so, so sorry.”

He breaks off, raising a hand to furiously wipe at his eyes. He looks so broken and somehow small standing there. I step forward and he drops his head, staring fixedly at the floor.
“Look at me.” The crackling of my voice surprises me and sounds too loud in the silent tension. He shakes his head.
“I can’t.”
“Oliver,” Till growls.
Olli lifts his head to meet my gaze, brown eyes shrouded in wet skin and damp eyelashes. I speak to him quietly but clearly.
“What you did to us is inexcusable. You hurt us both, and you made us feel terrible. It still hurts too much to even consider forgiving you. But I can begin to understand. Richard?”
He’s already nearly at my side. “Same.”
I offer my hand to Olli, and he grasps it gratefully. Richard follows suit. Till speaks up from his perch on the sofa’s arm.
“I’ve offered Olli a bed at mine while he sorts himself out. I was thinking that he won’t feel so alone, might do him some good. I’m also working out how he might not be so ‘quiet’ in the next tour.”
Paul smiles slightly. “I have an idea…”

~*~

The drum beat pounds into my ears, Till grinning into the microphone as the replacement bass player steps up to stand in Olli’s place. Olli himself is at the front of the stage, leaping around as Till chases him, finally coming to a halt as Till reins him in with the chain attached to his collar and jumping up onto the raised platform, resting on his hands and knees like an obedient pet. He looks behind as Till runs a hand over his bare back, giving the audience a lewd look as he reaches the edge of Olli’s tiny shorts. Olli shivers as Till’s fingers skim over the material and at last open the back flap. I can see that Olli loves this, the screaming attention of the fans as Till pretends to fuck him with the spurting dildo. Finally Olli crawls off the platform, dripping with the Pernod and water mixture, and goes back to his place. I can almost feel the grin on his face as he shakes his bare arse slightly at the crowd as he walks. Till finishes the song, directing a jet of the liquid into the audience and dousing himself with it until the supply runs out. As we go into the next song, Till tucking the dildo back into his fly, I hear a different sound to the bass, as if Olli’s hands are shaking.

After the show, we go to the after show party in the hotel bar. It’s our first night on tour, and I’m aching to get back to the hotel room that I’m sharing with Paul. But I smile and nod at random people who talk to me, until I’m distracted by the sight of Till and Olli in a corner, Olli clutching his drink with both hands and talking earnestly to Till. I edge nearer to their corner, trying to hear what Olli’s saying.

“…changed, I really have. I’ve been living with you now for a month, I haven’t been able to think of anyone else but you!”

Till mumbles something about this not being what he expected.

“I know, I didn’t expect it either. But we could make a go of it, couldn’t we?”

“I don’t know Olli. I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“You can, isn’t that what the last month’s been all about? You’ve helped me work things out, Till. Including the way I feel about you.”

“You can’t feel that way about me. Not after what I’ve put you through.”

“It’s because of what you put me through. Till, no one’s ever cared enough about me to attempt to stop me being so fucked up. That’s why…” Olli trails off, pressing his fingers into the glass. Till stops looking at the ground and raises his head.

“Why what?”

“It’s stupid.”

“No, nothing you ever say is stupid. We talked about that, remember?”

Olli shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

“I think I might be in love with you. I know that it’s probably only an infatuation, and I’ll just find someone else to covet, but I can’t stop wanting you, Till. And is that such a bad thing?”

“No. But I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it when you decide it’s just an infatuation.”

Olli looks as stunned as I feel.

“Are you saying this might be mutual?”

“I don’t know,” Till looks miserably at the floor, “I don’t know what to think any more.”

Olli leans forward slightly and puts one of his hands over Till’s own, clasped together in front of him. Till sighs and starts stroking his thumb over Olli’s knuckles. He looks up and they smile at each other.

“Enjoying the show?” A warm tickle on my neck and a hand drifting around my waist alerts me to Paul’s presence. I turn from the sight of Till and Olli to grin at the sight of him balancing on the balls of his toes just to whisper in my ear. “I’m tired of this party. Care to go upstairs?” I don’t even say anything; I just nod as he takes me by the hand and leads me away from the buzz of the party.

In the privacy of our room Paul and I undress each other slowly, tasting every inch of skin as it is revealed. I marvel at the sight of his naked body on the bed, aroused and waiting only for me. Just for me. The thought alone makes me shiver as I climb onto the bed.

I start kissing him from the top. A kiss to his hairline, trailing my tongue down the side of his face to his ear. Taking the lobe in my mouth and licking at the cold metal of his earring. Nibbling along the skin-covered cartilage that makes up the shell of his ear.
A gentle kiss on the corner of each eye, noses brushing together. A burning kiss on his mouth, probing his mouth with my tongue and tasting his unique flavour. A slow, wet, lapping kiss to his neck as his fingers brush over my hair and he moans softly. My fingers trail over his arms, strong muscles moving under my fingertips as he clutches the sheets so as not to groan too loudly when I move my mouth to a nipple. I bite and suck, drawing blood to just under the surface of the skin, every touch of my tongue made more sensitive by the pleasure-pain. Slow, lingering kisses down his stomach, towards the nest of curls from which rises his erection, glistening slightly in the light filtering through a crack in the curtains.

Not yet. I move my mouth down across his hipbone, grinning against the skin of his thigh as he mutters about me being a tease. I nibble my way down towards his kneecap, tickling the back of his knee and enjoying the way he squirms. I move my head further down and begin my attention to his feet. Holding the loose part of skin that usually tautens over the bones between my teeth, flicking my tongue on the skin. I release that part only to run my tongue along the top of his foot to take his big toe in my mouth, feeling the pulse as I run my hand over the sole of his foot. I slide my mouth off the toe and drop kisses on the other toes.

Paul whimpers. A soft sound, but it’s enough. I make my way back up his legs, finally stopping with my head at his groin, his cock nearly touching my lips. I flick out my tongue for the first taste, gathering the taste into my mouth and closing my eyes as the scent of arousal washes over me. Next I place what would be a chaste kiss on the tip, firmly curling my fingers around the base. Finally I stop the teasing and gather what I can into my mouth, sucking gently and lapping with my tongue as I move my head up and down over him. He comes all too quickly with a shudder and heat flooding my mouth. I swallow around the head of his cock and he writhes against the surface of the bed. I look up at him and he grins down at me. Your turn, his eyes say to me.

I reach over his legs for the lubricant I’ve left ready on the other side of the bed. Paul gasps as I enter him with a finger. I lean over and kiss his hip as I slide in another and stretch him, soon adding a third. He’s already getting hard again, his reawakened cock lying half erect on his thigh as I move my fingers in and out of him. I remove the fingers and coat my erection thoroughly, finally pushing slowly inside Paul as he hooks his legs around my hips to draw me in. I enter him slowly, only wanting him to feel pleasure. He pushes against my back with his feet, urging me on and encouraging me to start a rhythm. In…out…in…his face below mine a mirror of my own pleasure…out…my hand going between us to touch him…in…his loud moans as I hit that special spot inside him again and again…out…I’m so close…in…Paul’s cry as his muscles clench around me and he comes in my hand, on his stomach…my own orgasm taking me over as I thrust once more, shaking with the effort of not collapsing on him.

Mutual panting as I withdraw and roll over to lie on my side next to him. He reaches out a hand to touch my face, and I catch it to kiss the palm, fingertips, knuckles, worshipping all that he is. He smiles and shifts closer to kiss me softly, his lips moving gently against mine.

“I love you.”

I don’t know who says it, or if both of us say it, or if neither says it. But we know it.

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