Just Like a Teddy Bear

Just Like a Teddy Bear (Chap 1)

Till spat the water he had in his mouth out, rocking his hips as the water sprung out of the fake cock. Schneider stared at the singer’s back, the muscles rolling under his skin as he bucked his hips. The drummer started hitting the cymbals, the song coming to an end. Till started hitting the dildo, trying to shut the water flow off. It finally shut down. The tall man signed himself, smiling a bit and exited the scene. Schneider followed, as the other members of the band, and exited.

The drummer went to the lockers without even looking at Till. The tall man talked a bit with the others, then joined Christoph and closed the door behind himself.
“Not talking to me anymore?” he asked in a low suave voice.
The drummer shivered , but didn’t answer, drying his face with a towel.
“What’s wrong Christoph?” he asked softly, resting his chin on his shoulder, giving him the “what did I do wrong” look.
The drummer’s eyes went wide and he jolted forward.
“What the hell are you doing?!?”
“Relax, he said laughing softly, it’s not me, it’s the dildo.”
“Oh.”
Till smiled sweetly, hugging him gently.
“What’s wrong Doom?” he asked once more.
“Nothing.” He replied, moving away.
The tall man frowned, confused.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked shyly, making a puppy face.
“No, I’m not mad at you Till.” He whispered, starting to pack his stuff.
“Well, you look mad.” He said, opening his pants and pulling the fake cock out.
“I’m not mad, okay?” he snapped, regretting his tone as the words passed his lips.
The singer shrugged.
“Sure.” He whispered before exiting and going back to the others.
Christoph sighed and let himself fall on a chair, running a hand in his hair.