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Full Throttle

Title: Full Throttle
Author: Mr. Naked
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Till/Richard
Disclaimer: Not real, only my sick imagination.
Archiving: Only with my express permission.

“Well, I bet you he is!” I smirk.

“The fact that he is wearing all that make-up and painted nails doesn't mean shit, Till,” he replies.

“Damn you, Flake, first you pick on about him and his habits, now you say he's not a queer!” I laugh and stand up. “Make up your fucking mind, ok?”

The floor feels so soft under my feet, like I'm sinking; guess I'm a bit drunk. And stoned too. Bet he's drunk and stoned too, otherwise we wouldn't have got to talk about Richard's sexuality.

“Look at all his relationships he had with women...” I try to sustain my case.

“What about yours, Till?” He ripostes. “Does it mean you love to smoke pole too?”

Usually, I'd break the fucking teeth of the poor bastard daring to talk like this to me, but this is Flake I'm talking with.

“There's something weird about him,” I reply, stubborn.

“He likes to look good at any occasion, all the time; that's being vain, not a fag,” he answers.

“Christoph looks great all the time, and he doesn't need make-up and other shit. I tell you, he is!”

“Until I get solid proof, I say he isn't!”

“Proof?” I howl, shaking of laughter. “How? Stalk him?”

Flake's eyebrows rise behind the frames of his glasses, like he's trying to state that it would be an idea.

“Does it bother you to have a faggot in our band? If one of us were?” I ask on a calmer tone.

“Richard isn't a faggot. C'mon, you know him for so long...”

“You can spend a life time with someone and never find out shit about him.”

“Make-up doesn't make a man a fag. And you should know it better, Till. You were the one pretending to fuck my ass on the stage.”

“Yes, but I kept it on the stage, I didn't apply it in my regular life.”

“Are you sure?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I blurt at
him.

His lenses are thick, my view is blurry, from all that alcohol and joints I've smoked, but I can still figure what that glance of his means.

“Ok, I've fooled around a bit. Like any other man. You have to, to be sure... You know...”

“And are you sure now?”

“Hell, yes! But I bet you Richard isn't!”

“After all these years he should be. He's weird, but he's straight.”

“No way! He's too... hmmm... pretty. I bet you he loves sucking cock more than fucking pussy!”

“Prove it!”

“Hell, I will!”

“How?”

“I bet you he'll suck me, or even more!”

“On how much?”

“You name a figure!” I dare him.

“He'll beat the shit out of you, when you'll try that on him. And I'll be laughing my ass off seeing you with blackened eyes!”

“He won't! He'll suck me, and he'll love it!”

“Nah, never! Maybe he'll make you suck his cock! That would be a sight!”

It’s Flake’s turn to burst into a hysterical laughter.

“That will be a sight, with you in a coma after I smash your stupid head!” I growl.

“Awwweeee,” he mocks me, wiping his eyes and then pouring himself another drink. “And when will you get him to?”

I sigh. This shit is becoming more than the chat of two drunken buddies.

“I bet that he will either beat the crap out of you or he'll get you on your knees to suck him dry. Maybe even fuck your ass!”

“You'd love that, ha? I'll get him suck me, you dip shit! On the day he has to sign those autographs for the gear company trade show!”

“And how would I know he did suck you and it's not the other way around?”

“I'll tape it all, for you,” I groan, hurt into my pride.

Flake reclines better on his couch, raises his glass and throws me a grin.

“Ok, I'll buy you a whole case of tequila if you manage to do that,” he says and then sips from his drink.

“Deal!”

*

And here he is, making his appearance in all his glory.

I keep standing, resting my back against his car and smoking.

Richard doesn't notice me until he gets near the car.

“What's with you here?” He asks, fixing me with his eyes like dumbstruck, then frowning a bit.

I grin, only.

He tilts his head while scanning my face with his glance.

I throw the cigarette and step on it.

He asks again: “Till?”

“Well...” I sigh “Let's get in the car, and I tell you.”

He hesitates a bit, then he unlocks the doors. We get in, both in almost the same time.

“Well?” He asks.

“I wanted to talk with Schneider, so I thought to stick around and say hello to you too.”

“No shit!” He grumbles and lights himself a cig.

I keep watching him; he surely is surprised by my presence here, hundreds of kilometers away from my home.

He looks back at me for a while, in silence, then he shakes his head slowly, sighing, and takes his hat off and throws it on the back seat.

“Well, aren't you starting the car?” I ask.

He drags another smoke from his cig.

“Not before you tell me why you are here,” he replies, while shaking the ashes of the cigarette in the car's ashtray.

“I'll tell you if you start this car.”

He remains still for few seconds. His blue eyes fix me with their gaze – he's not wearing make-up, his whole body emanates this warm and really good scent, yet his tan seems a bit awkward for this time of the year, in this country.

“What is that you really want, Till?”

“Hmmm... to talk with you.”

“Fair enough,” he concludes and starts the engine.

“Where do you want to go?” He asks while driving slowly to get out of the parking lot.

“Somewhere we can talk, nowhere specific.”

“Did you get a room in town or are you going straight back home?”

The room... yes! I have one, packed with all the equipment set, waiting for us.

“What's wrong with your place?” I question him.

“I'd rather talk with you somewhere where we won't be bothered by anyone,” he says, watching the road attentively. “If it's something as important as you make it sound to be...”

“Ok, then, just keep driving and we'll see,” I reply, tensed, undecided, whether to go along with my plan or not.

No matter how he'd be, he's still my friend; it feels weird to pull such a thing on him. But, I wouldn't bear to watch Flake laughing at me because I chickened and canceled the bet, either.

It is one nice sunny day, and everything seems to be glowing in gold under gentle shiny rays of the sun.

Richard keeps driving; he isn't talking, and I'm too busy repeating in my mind how to word all out and make him fall for my scheme. After a while we get out of the town. I keep watching through the windows at the wonderful sights there, though, I can't prevent my glance to slip, from time to time, over his parted legs, profiled through his pants as I'm somehow hypnotized by the slight movements of his thighs when he presses or releases the car's pedals.

And my thoughts keep fighting between each other, some telling me that this is a stupid and crazy thing I'm about to do, others telling me that I can't put down my dignity in front of Flake by quitting. I feel so hazed and light headed.

“What is that you wanted to talk about?” Richard asks, pulling over on a side deserted road.

This place, away from the main highway and from the traffic, in a small forest, appears like a spot where a serial killer would bring his victim to have his deeds with and then drop their corpse not to be found by anyone.

“It's about the band,” I start, unsure if I want to play this sick shit on him. “About us,” I add lighting a cig.

“Did something happen?”

“I don't know.”

He drags the last smoke of his cig, then he puts it out in the ashtray.

“We still could go somewhere else to talk,” he says.

“You don't seem too happy to see me,” I state.

He laughs shortly, nervously.

“I'm just tired,” he explains on a warm and soft tone.

“I did get a room, at a hotel, but...”

“What about the band, Till?”

I sigh and recline better in my seat, watching how he takes his hand off the steering wheel and places it on his thigh.

“We used to be friends, Richard,” I start again, hesitantly. “Now it's more like a job, like we're simple co-workers.”

“It's true,” he agrees, looking absent minded through the windshield. “I know that very well,” he continues and lays more on his back, in his seat. “A lot has changed. We've changed.”

It's so quiet here; I can hear the soothing sounds of leaves shivering under the gentle gasps of wind blowing through the forest. I can even pick the joyful singing of some birds hidden in the trees.

“We used to tell each other everything,” I go on.

“We still do,” he replies, stretching his hand for his ciggies pack.

“Not quite.”

He laughs as he puts a cig between his lips.

“What makes you say that?” He asks and lights his cig.

“I've noticed some things, lately.”

“What things?”

He pulls down the window on his side.

“Well... I think one of us isn't what he pretends to be.”

“No shit!” He sneers.

“It doesn't bother me him being what I think he is, it bothers me that he doesn't trust the rest of us enough to let us know what he really is, and to stop trying to fool us around,” I explain.

“Hmmm,” he emits and looks outside, on his left. “I think we should go back,” he says after few seconds of silence. “Maybe to that place you got...”

“Yeh, guess we should,” I mutter.

He twists his head to see me. He doesn't know. Blue serene innocent eyes.

“There are rumors around, Richard,” I begin, becoming more serious, because I really need to know, no matter what I'll do next.

“About what?”

“About you.”

He raises his hand holding the cig; he opens his mouth, getting ready to drag another smoke, but he pauses like that.

“What did I do?” He wants to know.

“Well...”

Why do I have to feel like a stupid 12 years old girl, right now, when I'm about to ask him?

“Well?”

I sigh, still holding back.

“C'mon Till, you didn't use to be like that,” he encourages me. “When you had something on your mind, you were usually saying it...”

I bow my head and tap my fingers on my leg. I should take him there, to the hotel, and get over with it.

I cock my head and look again at him. He's smiling slightly and, for a reason unknown to me, the thin wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seem like the most appealing thing ever.

“Well, with all that stuff you've been doing lately...” Words stumble out of my mouth.

“What stuff?”

“Make-up. Nail polish. Your nickname, back then...”

“What are you trying to say Till?”

I just can't just look at him. I can't tell him such a thing into his face.

“Some say that you're gay, Richard,” I tear the words out of my chest.

His sudden burst of laughter makes me twist my head and watch him.

And he laughs and laughs like I've said the damn funniest thing ever!

“Does it bother you that I am?” He asks becoming serious.

“Are you?”

He smiles in the corner of his mouth and nods agreeing.

“Wow…” Escapes through my lips and look on my right, outside the window.

“Do you have a problem with that?” He asks gently.

I drag a smoke from my cig and then put it out with nervous gestures.

I wasn't expecting him to just admit it!

“I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to scare you,” he explains. “For some weird reason, straight guys feel threatened when someone like me is around.

“Do you have someone? A guy, I mean.”

“Nope, not at this very moment.”

“How come?”

“Well... I have my eyes on someone but...”

“Someone we know?”

His sudden silence makes me look at him again.

He shakes his head slowly.

“No. He is... he's an American and... No, you don't know him. He doesn't have anything to do with the band.”

“You have a thing for Americans, eh?” I smirk, looking down at my knees, and I hear him laughing along.

Then we both shut up. Again, gentle breeze making the leaves tremble with whooshing sounds.

“Now, are we going back?” He breaks the silence.

“Are you needed somewhere?”

“No.”

“Have you ever been tempted to get your hands on one of us from the band?”

“That, I won't tell,” he laughs.

“How can you?”

“How can I what?”

“Don't know... suck a guy or... Isn't it gross?” I get revolted. “God!” I sigh rubbing my face with my palms.

He laughs, really amused.

“Don't tell me you never touched a guy or that you never found a guy attractive in a weird way that made you get a boner.”

“No, I just didn't.”

“You're lying.”

“No, I'm not!”

“Till, a cock is a cock, and if you're touched in the right spot it gets up, no matter who does touch you. And you cum no matter whose working on it.”

“No way, no guy could ever turn me on,” I start to laugh too.

“If I were you, I wouldn't be that sure,” he replies softly.

“No way, Richard,” I protest, then, seeing his face: “You don't think so?”

“I could make you cum in no time, Till. And, then, you'd be asking for more.”

I shake my head faking disbelief, thinking that I'm on the right track, yet wondering whether he's not only making my game to see how far I could go.

“No way, Richard. No man could ever make me cum, no matter what he'd do.”

“You'd be surprised,” he grins, confidently.

“And what you'd do? Suck my cock?”

“I might as well,” he replies. “If we were at that place of yours.”

“We could go there.”

He becomes quiet for a while, staring at me, a bit shocked. Then he rests his elbow on the door's handle and throws his gaze outside the window.

“I was honest with you, and you're just fucking around with me Till. I knew you'll react like this if I tell you,” he whispers on a strangled tone.

“I didn't mean to insult you in anyway. And I'm all right with you being what you are, but I still don't think I could ever get turned on by a guy, not to mention to get laid with him.”

He faces me and stares at me, motionless.

“As I said, don't be so sure, Till.”

“Well, go ahead and try.”

He freezes.

“Are you stoned or something?” He asks on a low tone.

I shake my head in denial.

“Ok,” he sighs and he puts his hand on the car keys beside the steering wheel.

I lay my palm over his hand.

“Well?” I ask.

He hesitates, probably wondering why I'm giving in so easily, if I'm just fucking around with his mind.

“Here's your chance,” I provoke him.

“Then let's go to...”

“Better not,” I mumble.

“Why?”

Yes, why? Why not win the damn bet?

“What's wrong to do it here?” I'm trying to stall time, few more seconds to make-up my mind.

“Someone might see us,” he explains.

“Who? The animals from the woods?” I smirk nervously.

He moves his fingers inside my palm and he begins to smile; and this movement seems to be awakening something dormant until now inside me. His warm hand slides slowly down on my knee, and he starts caressing my leg languorously, sending me shivers through my spine as he is moving his palm upward, on my thigh.

“You're so tensed up,” he whispers, keeping my gaze prisoner of his surreal blue eyes.

He inclines his body more toward me; he places his hand on the side of my neck, while his face is getting closer to mine. Even if I'm like under a spell, I still have this sudden reflex of retreat in my head, making him simper.

“Wasn't going to kiss you on the lips, you big wuss,” he purrs while leaning his head to plant a kiss on the nape of my neck, giving me goose bumps.

He keeps caressing one side of my neck with his hand, while nibbling on the other. He rubs gently my crotch, with his other hand, while laughing quietly, again, feeling the effects of his touches on my body.

His warm delicious scent is drugging me, the feeling of his cheek against my skin and his whisper of “Relax” make me sink and give in to my own desire.

He keeps teasing my skin with the tip of his tongue, while playing with my nipple through my t-shirt, with his hand. His other hand fights with the zipper of my pants while he lifts my t-shirt and sneaks his fingers underneath. His touch is warm, arousing me, making me lean better in my seat and part my legs more for him to brush his fingers against my hardening cock.

“That's good,” he comments languidly, his lips and his hot breathing against my neck making me feel that I'm going to lose my minds soon.

He lifts my t-shirt even more, so he can bend more and tease my chest with his tongue and suck on my nipples. I incline my head backward, panting, sneaking my fingers through his dark spiky hair. He leans even more above my lap; this wet hot touch on the tip of my cock tears a sudden cry out of my chest.

Fuck, that's so dangerously good!

And his mouth folding around my stiffened flesh makes me moan even louder. He clutches his fingers over my nipples as he starts sucking me gently; my hearing is filled with his rhythmic suckling sounds. I bite my lips not to cry again, and clasp my palms over his hands playing over my chest.

“Fuck, you're good!” I growl, caressing his forearms, and he laughs while holding my cock in his mouth. And this sends shivers all over my spine like electric currents spread through my fibers.

I tug at his hair and pull up his head.

“What?” He groans, my cock slipping off his mouth. “Fuck, don't do that again, I might have bitten you!”

I grin stupidly, staring at his face through this mist covering my eyes. But I still can see his red flushed cheeks.

“I want more, Richard,” I hiss.

“More what?” he whispers languorously while rubbing my cock with his fingers.

“Your ass,” I murmur.

“Not here, Till,” he says and cups his palm over my balls.

“C'mon,” I moan.

“Let me finish this and we'll do the rest in your room,” he says and plays his thumb over the tip of my cock.

“No!” I groan, alarmed.

He puts his elbows on my thighs and lifts his chest more.

“Are you sure you're straight, Till?” He asks on the most serious tone.

“No,” I smirk running my fingers through his hair.

“Why not in your room, if it exists?” He insists.

“Cause...” I lean my head backward. “Cause...” I close my eyes feeling his touch along my shaft “...I might change my mind on the way.”

“Fair enough!” he sighs. “But we don't have much space in here, lube...”

“I bet you have something here,” I reply and wince, feeling his lips kissing my pulsing member.

“Smart ass,” he sneers, and I sense him moving, the warm pressure of his weight from his elbows leaving my thighs.

“OK,” he adds. “Lean the seat down and move over,” I hear his determined tone accompanied by the sound of him searching through the gloves compartment.

I comply, lean the seat down and roll on the side to allow him to sneak under me and to lie on his back where I was sitting before.

He was right, this is so fucking uncomfortable! What the fuck was I thinking?

My gaze follows his hands unfastening his pants, and pulling down the zipper.

“Put on the rubber, and put some lube on your cock, I'm not doing this bare!”

Huh?

But I don't waste time to ask him questions, and just do as I'm told, while, from time to time, I watch him pulling his pants down, getting ready.

“You're shaved!” It escapes me as I freeze, shocked a bit at the sight of his full erected cock and his bare balls.

“Oh, shut up! Like you haven't seen me before!” He groans lifting his knees and parting his legs for me.

His ass looks so smooth and...

“Lube me!” He growls as he's sneaking his hands under his t-shirt to caress himself.

I'm staring at him, shaking.

“Till!” He whispers hoarsely.

I place myself between his legs, pour some lube on my palm and slid my hand between his thighs.

“Oh, this is good,” he hisses, arching his back, as I'm spreading the lube over his hole.

He reclines better, stretching his neck, and closes his eyes. I push my finger inside him, he moans slightly and encircles his own cock with his palm.

But somehow I feel like a big dumb fuck, unsure about what I'm doing, even if I get from him the right reactions, his whole body tensing and relaxing under my touches.

I pull my finger out a bit, then shove it back even more daring. He hisses louder, arching, and starts stroking himself.

I hesitate a bit, not believing my eyes. I can't believe he can feel so good. I can't believe how much he is enjoying all of this!

For a while he keeps jerking off, panting quietly, and biting his lips. Then his eye lids open a bit to reveal his darkened drugged gaze.

“Don't stop!” He moans. “Put your cock in me,” he hisses and closes his eyes back again.

I'm still staring at him, motionless.

“C'mon!” He almost begs, while rubbing his own cock faster.

I lick my upper lip, feeling my skin on it so dry under the tip of my tongue.

This is too much! This is so real!

His hand stops on his cock. He opens his eyes completely. He lifts his head. He claws his fingers over my wrist. He squeezes hard, painfully, and his intoxicated gaze pierces through me.

“Do it, now!” He grumbles threateningly. “What, you never fucked a woman in the ass? It's the same!”

In that moment I snap out of that state.

“Sorry!” I mumble and get my finger out of him; he watches my movements and I read worry in his eyes.

But no, I'm going along with this. I prop my knees between his legs, grab my own cock, rub it a bit to get it hard back again, and place its tip against his hole.

I lift his ass, position him and start entering him. And his whole upper body appears to me to be stretching even more, as he moans low and languid.

“Like this!” He groans, starting to stroke again his glowing with pre-cum cock. “Do it!” He hisses, and I begin to thrust. “See... you see... you know what to do...” His words slid between his increasing pants and moans, as I'm pounding even faster.

Oh, yeah, it doesn't take much to set me off!

I close my eyes, fucking him even harsher; his moans alternating with mines. Behind my closed eyelids, I'm not in the narrow space of his car, anymore, I don't even mind my head bumping few times against the ceiling. I'm just fucking this delicious ass, I'm rocked into this insane dance, between his legs.

His flesh is stiffer than a woman's, making him more delightful; his guttural moans aren't the hysterical shrieks of some woman; it feels different, dangerously too good, insanely enjoyable, arousing me even more.

It's not a soft body allowing me to mold it the way I want to; it's something I can squeeze as hard as I can in my palms, without fearing I might hurt or break; it's something that resists to my assaults, thus making it more tempting to subdue.
And his moans and growls increase even more, making me look at him through my eyelashes. He seems to be spreading even more; he arches his back as much as he can, and his palm freezes on his cock, as he emits this long groan. My face, his chest, his shaking abdomen get splashed; he is cumming under me, his muscles clasping in spasms around my cock, tearing this cry out of me as I push even deeper and further, feeling that I'm close too. His body relaxes out of a sudden under me, seeming completely lifeless, for few seconds. He opens his eyes, he smiles faintly and in that very moment everything disappears for me as I slam my eyes shut. All my muscles clench onto each other inside me, I'm there; I'm growling; I explode; I'm millions of miles up there in the sky; I'm pouring down, becoming the rain itself as I'm releasing each and every drop of me until I'm done. I'm collapsing over his broad chest.

I hide my face between his neck and his shoulder and I remain still inhaling the scent of his warm sweat and his after-shave.

He caresses my back and my head with lazy exhausted movements. And we stay like that for long minutes, in silence, listening to each other pounding hearts. At one point I start feeling cold and I decide I should move.

“Don't worry, this will remain between us,” I hear him whispering huskily into my ear; then he plants a kiss on my hair.

I lift myself a bit, propping my palms on the car bench, and stare at him, motionless. He seems drained, but happy.

“I wouldn't ruin your reputation, Till,” he adds, caressing the back of my neck.
“And please don't regret nor feel bad about this, either.”

It's so quiet, only the leaves hissing outside and the birds singing in the woods.

Richard seems sincere, I begin to feel glad I didn't tape him. Suddenly, I don't give a fuck about the bet anymore!

I lean over him and place my lips over his.

“Mmmm, and I even get a kiss,” he simpers before sneaking his tongue between my lips. I open my mouth wider, I close my eyes, and just abandon myself into this, chewing his lips and sucking on his tongue, enjoying the kiss as long as possible.

He embraces me, squeezing me into his arms, and, hell, the touch of his firm, yet warm and welcoming flesh feels so good.

And he keeps wearing this crooked smile after we break from the kiss.

I pull my pants up and zip them; then I get out of the car to arrange my clothes. Richard dresses back, then gets out of the car too, and walks to a tree for a leak. I go near him to do the same.

“If you'd have bet with me, you'd have lost,” he says on a cheerful tone.

“Yeah, bets aren't my thing,” I mutter.

“Listen!” He continues. “Don't have any remorse about this. You're normal, you only tried something different.”

I sigh. Isn't he a great fellow, being so attentive with my conscience?

He shakes, then puts his cock back in his pants.

“And it doesn't change anything between us, in the band and as friends,” he adds, while I finish, shake and put it back in my pants too.

“I hope that car wasn't there from the very beginning,” I hear his whisper, his voice melting into a frightened hiss, as I'm watching my hands zipping my pants.

“What car?” I mumble, alarmed, feeling these iced claws grabbing my spine.

I look at the road – right at the end of the curve entering the woods, not too far, yet not too close behind our car, I spot it.

“Fuck me!” Richard spits the words through gritted teeth.

You can say that again, I think while watching the other car starting to move slowly toward us.

“Let's get the hell away from here!” Richard growls and runs back to his car.

The other car pulls right near ours and the door opens. I get to our car and grab the handle, hoping that if the case, Richard and me are enough to put down who ever might that be. Richard freezes on his half way to the driver’s side, as from the other car emerges a man's silhouette, thin, with longish hair, glasses...
Flake!

“What the fuck are you doing?” Richard snaps at him, and starts walking again to his side of the car. “Are you stalking me now, you jealous fuck?”

Flake only grins at both of us.

“Hey Till!” He greets me. “Did you have a good time?”

I look at him like dumb folded.

“What Till? Did he swallow your tongue too, along with sucking your cock?”

You fucking...

“Well,” Flake sighs, resting his arms on his car and looking at Richard and me. “Looks like you won the bet. He is a faggot and he did suck your cock,” ends Flake in a chuckle.

“What bet?” Richard groans, confused, twisting his head, to see me and then to see Flake again.

“Did you see the whole thing?” I grunt like in a pain caused by this sudden burn ignited in my chest.

“Hell, yes! Richard is one good whore, eh?”

“What the fuck, Till?!” Richard's glacial tone lashes my hearing.

I bow my head, guilty.

“Did he tell you how much he loves you, too?” Flake continues to question me.

I throw a quick surprised glance at Richard. He is shaking, clenching his jaws spasmodically, squinting at me, his eyes like throwing metallic blue flashlights.

“What bet, Till?” Richard asks again on a deep but clear voice.

“Oh, the one he made with me. On a case of tequila, good stuff! Will he share it with you? After all, you deserve it, you gave him a blow job and your ass for that!”

Richard's face becomes a mask of pure hatred in just a split of a second. His glance is unbearable, burning my skin and my eyes.

I lean my head again; I want to say something, I want to tell him that I'm sorry, that I didn't mean to...

“But he tried to cheat, of course,” adds Flake. “It was supposed to happen in his hotel room, so he could tape it all and show it to me as proof that you're queer. Of course, I forgot to tell him that I already knew all that about you.”

“And you're not better than him,” growls Richard snatching the door of the car open. “That's why I dumped your skinny ass, you prick!” He throws at Flake before getting inside his car.

Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?

I raise my gaze to look at Flake, stunned, breathless. Richard's car slides beside me and leaves the spot in speed.

“Why?” I blurt, fighting with my urge to destroy everything around me, especially that shit face named Flake.

“Why what?” Comes from his direction.

I fix him with my glare, hoping that it will burn the skin on him, like Richard's angry stare did to me.

“C'mon!” Flake says. “I'll give you a ride back to town.”

“You and him used to be together?”

“Hm, yes! C'mon in the car!” He keeps inviting me.

“And now?”

“Ah, Till, stop digging up for old stories. Get in! I won't leave you here.”

“Tell me!” I howl so loud, like with my whole being, shutting up the birds in the small wood and the wind through the tree branches.

“Well...” Flake starts, his fingers playing nervously with his car keys. “Richard decided he has a crush on you. I didn't mind being only his sex toy, but he wouldn't settle just for that.”

“What?” I whisper.

“Actually, to quote him, he loves you to death!” Flake says a bit louder. “Now let's get back.”

“No! Fuck off, you demented freak! I'll fucking walk to the town, if I have to! Fuck you! And fuck him too!”

For few seconds Flake looks at me motionless. Guess I've scared him a bit.

“Ok,” he sighs like waking up from his astonishment. “Suit yourself,” he mumbles and gets back inside his car.

I turn my face away from him and his car, waiting for him to leave. Yes, I am confused and not knowing which way to go.

I can't fucking believe it!

“Are you sure you don't want a lift?” I hear Flake shouting from his car.

“Fuck off!” I yell, without facing him.

“All right, then.” And I hear the engine starting, then the wheels moving.

I look back at the road only when I hear the sound of his car fading in the distance.

He used me! For his stupid revenge on Richard! And I'm such a dumb shit for falling into this!

What if they planned all of this, to make a faggot out of stupid old Till, and now they are meeting somewhere up the road and have a good laugh about it?

And Flake... He watched all from his car. Did he bring binoculars, beer and popcorn to witness the show? Fucking pervert!

I light a cig and start walking along the gray asphalt snake of the road.

The wind is blowing harder; it has got chilly and the sun is setting somewhere at the horizon, while the darkness of the night is laying softly and cold over the Earth.

Richard had a thing with Flake!

Since when? And how the fuck didn't I figure that out? For Christ's sake, I've lived with Flake in the same house!

The cold air is giving me goose bumps all over. I squeeze my arms tighter to myself as I'm already shivering. Yet, I don't quicken my pace, still bewildered by the latest occurrences.

And how the hell Richard could fuck someone like Flake? I mean, Flake isn't exactly the most gorgeous man on the planet, and knowing Richard...

Like fuck could figure that out, some guys like fat women, others like really old ones!

But Richard with Flake? Damn, if I can picture it!

And Richard having a thing for me... What if it's just another lie of Flake's? Manipulative bastard!

I pick the sound of a car approaching from behind and slowing down when reaching me.

Oh, leave me the fuck alone!

“Get in Till, I'll take you back!” Richard's calm voice makes me stop.

I don't look at his direction, and start walking again.

“Till, if you won't get in, I'll drive beside you until we reach the town!” I hear his voice, but I don't stop, nor turn my gaze toward him.

I still am not sure about what really happened. What if they are in this together? Got bored and came up with a twisted joke to play on me... But what if Flake really only wanted to revenge on Richard for leaving him, for whatever reason? How would I look again at Richard's eyes, then?

Now it's so dark, I can't even see the grass I'm stepping on, but I keep walking, freezing, stubborn, confused, followed by the sound of his car as he's driving slowly along me.

“I won't leave you here, Till,” comes again his voice on a warm tone. “There's lots of weirdoes around, these days; I don't want anything to happen to you.”

I twist my head and look at the car. I walk slowly over there and finally get in it.
It's warm, and comfortable. Richard starts speeding. I still can't face him. I keep my sight propped on the darkness beyond the windshield, pierced by dim electric lights from afar.

When he reaches the main road, he waits a bit at the crossroad. That's when I try to seize the moment.

“Listen,” I start with a choked voice, turning my head, to face him. “Richard, I...”

BAM!

Everything goes black!

This white flash crosses the darkness! The darkness behind my eyelids, from left to right!

My head bumps against the window on my side!

FUCK!

For a second, I'm breathless. Confused. When I finally dare to inhale again, I feel the burning sensation of pain starting to spread through my face.

What was that?

I squeeze my eyelids, it hurts so bad I can't even moan in pain.

I rest my temple against the window, trying to ease the throb in my face.

Fuck! He hit me!

Then I almost jump off my seat when feeling something warm, wet and thick dropping on my legs.

“Shit!” I hiss.

“No, it's only blood,” comes from beyond the darkness under my eyelids. “Here,” comes again Richard's husky voice and I feel the warm touch of his fingers as he shoves some tissues in my palm.

I clench my teeth, bend over a bit and rest my head in my hand, feeling the warm wet streams running lazily over my lips down to my chin.

I fold my fingers over the tissues.

Damn! He hit hard!

“Now we're even,” I hear his calm and almost soothing voice, while I feel the car starting to move with us.

I lift the hand with the tissues and start wiping the blood off.

“Better recline backward, to make it stop,” Richard advises me. “Didn't think you'd bleed like this.”

Without realizing it, I follow his advice.

“I can't fucking believe it,” he says, but on the same calm and warm tone, his voice being followed by the sounds of a flickering lighter. “Flake's such a snake and you're so dumb!”

“He said you love me,” I whisper, pressing the tissues on my skin to collect the blood, still keeping my eyes closed.

“He says a lot of shit,” mutters Richard.

“Is it true?” I want to know.

Richard doesn't answer.

I open my eyes and lean my head on the side to watch him driving.

“Is it true?” I insist.

“Don't complicate things more, Till,” he mumbles, paying attention to the road. “Does it help you if you know?”

“For fuck's sake, tell me!” I growl and lift my head off the back of the seat.

“Till, you're a straight man. I think... I'm a bisexual man with a soft spot for a straight man, all right?” He says on a grave tone, still calm, not that warm anymore though. “Now, which hotel are you staying in?”

I close my eyes and rest my head back.

I don't know if to feel flattered that a guy is having a crush on me, or should I feel threatened. Angry.

“You had an affair with Flake,” I state flatly, somehow still refusing to believe it.

“Till, it's over, all right? Tomorrow is another day, we all will forget about this whole shit and get back on with our lives, and that's it! End of story!”

“How long since you have been feeling like that for me, Richard?”

Is he really loving me to death, as Flake put it, or is just a fling?

Nah, I can't picture Richard like that. I mean, he's doing things out of an impulse of the moment, but he usually gets quickly over it.

“I'm not going to hit on you again, Till, don't worry. And I won't tell anyone about what we did back there, either.”

“We could go for a drink and make peace.”

“No, I have to go home and forget all this crap. And you'd better do the same too.”

“Did you and Flake plan all this? To make a faggot out of me?”

“Do you want me to stop this car and beat you to your death?” He growls on a low choked voice, making me laugh quietly. “Damn it, Till! You make a bet with that shit head, lure me there to fuck my ass, and for him to watch it all, and now it's all my fault? I'm the one who gets tricked and you accuse me of such shit? You're fucking paranoid! Do you think everyone is that fucked-up like you?”

“There's no American guy,” I say, not disturbed by his tirade.

He shuts up for a while.

“Nope,” he confesses, whispering.

“I do have a room in town, you could come there with me.”

“Don't push it!”

I open my eyes and straighten my back.

“I mean it,” I whisper softly and lay my palm on his right arm.

I feel his fibers tensing under my touch.

“Till, right now I'm really pissed off with you. I have to get over it, first,” he answers on a calmer, and almost pleading voice.

I get my hand off his warm flesh and lean back into my seat.

The city welcomes us with sparkling blinding lights, like a whore wearing colored blinking snippets of an electric rainbow.

I close my eyes again; still dizzy from the punch I got into my face, intoxicated by Richard's warm and luring scent.

Tomorrow will be another day, indeed.

- The End -
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