Just Like a Teddy Bear

Paul and Oliver were out, dead drunk. Richard was a bit further, talking with a few of the women constantly gravitating around him, and Flake, well, Flake had preferred to stay at the hotel.

Schneider and Till were sitting at the side by side, at the same table as the two drunken band mates. The singer hadn’t said a word the whole evening.
“Look, Schneider began saying, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier.” He said softly, meaning it.
The tall man’s green eyes locked to his.
“Really.”
Till smiled a bit.
“It’s okay Doom.” He answered, his voice clear to the drummer, even with the loud music coming to their ears.
Christoph smiled shyly and went back to looking at his drink.
“Want to go for a walk?” Till asked, leaning a bit closer for the smaller man to hear him.
The drummer blushed very lightly and nodded. The strong man smiled and stood up, asking someone they knew if they could take Paul and Oli back to their rooms. They finally got out of the bar, the tall man pulling Cristoph closer and wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they walked. The drummer blushed a deep taint of red, turning his face to the side, praying that the other man wouldn’t notice hi blush.

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“Am I allowed to ask why you were mad at me earlier?” he asked, kidding.
Christoph smiled, pushing the other man a bit.
“Aww, come on. I have the right to know, no?” he asked, pushing back.
The drummer took a few steps aside to keep his balance. He laughed softly, pushing back. Till didn’t move an inch. The smaller man frowned and pushed harder. The singer laughed, putting him back on his feet and by the same time, taking his face off his chest.
“Careful there. There’s ice everywhere.” He said softly, still laughing.
Christoph smiled awkwardly, his face bright red, starting to walk away real fast. Till ran after him, sliding on a few patches of ice before catching up with him.
“What did I do now?” he asked, puzzled.
The drummer didn’t answer, still walking real fast. Till growled and grabbed his arm above the elbow, holding him back. Schneider tried to free himself, without success.
“What the hell’s the matter with you?” he asked, forcing the smaller man to look towards him.
All he got as an answer was a growl.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” He said, taking a step closer.
“Let go of me.” The drummer hissed.
“Not ‘til you tell me what’s wrong.”
The smaller man growled and tried freeing himself once again. Till only held on tighter.
“Let go of me, now!” he snapped, fighting furiously. “It’s not funny. Let go!”
“It’s not supposed to.” He replied “Just tell me and I’ll let go.”
“I won’t. Now let me go.”
“No. What’s wrong Christoph?” he asked a bit more gently.
“Everything, okay? Now let me go.”
Till sighed and did, shoving his hands in his pockets. The drummer started walking away, but came to a stop. Till looked at him with his puppy eyes, still confused. Christoph walked back to him, hesitated, and finally hugged him. The singer hugged back, locking his strong arms around his back. He shivered badly as the tall man muzzled at his neck.
“What are you doing?” he asked softly, shivering some more.
“You smell nice.” He whispered, pulling him up a bit to press his face against his neck.
The drummer grunted, closing his eyes. He opened his mouth and gasped softly as the tall man’s lips latched to his skin.
“You taste good too.” He whispered, licking his lips, loosening his grip on the drummer.
Schneider blushed badly.
“Stop fooling around Till.” He whispered.
The tall man looked at him.
“I’m not.” he whispered back, cupping one of the other man’s cheeks.
“I’m not fooling around Christoph.” He repeated, smiling sweetly.
The drummer felt his knees go weak.
“You’re not?” he asked, with a bit too much hope pointing through to his taste.
The singer’s mouth curled upright a bit more.
“No I’m not Doom.” He replied, cupping his other cheek.
“So… You like me?” he asked in a whisper, his face becoming even redder.
“Do you want me to like you?” he asked as an answer.
Schneider looked down, as if thinking of the answer, then nodded very slightly. Till leaned closer and whispered in his ear:
“Just your luck then.”
The drummer shuddered and pulled back a bit.
“I know you Till. You’re just saying this to get in my pants.” He whispered, frowning.
“well, you don’t know me that well then.” He replied, stroking the smaller man’s hair. “I care about you Christoph. More than you could ever imagine.” He continued after hesitating, blushing very lightly.
Schneider looked in his eyes, evaluating the validity of his sayings. Till sustained his glance, locking his green eyes to his. The drummer smiled sweetly and pressed his face against the tall man’s shoulder. Till cupped the back of his neck, caressing it gently. He smiled sweetly, kissing the top of his friend’s head in a surprising sweet and protective way. Schneider smiled sweetly and looked up at him.
“Let’s go back okay?” he asked softly, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s neck.
The singer nodded.
“But first.” He said, stretching his neck, still cupping the back of Christoph’s.
The smaller man blushed, but stood on the tip of his toes. Their lips touched. Till pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. It was soft, unlike what the singer’s stature would lead someone to believe. The strong man wrapped his arms around him, licking his lips gently, trying to get in. The drummer tangled his fingers in his friend’s hair, letting him in. He shuddered as the singer pressed him closer against his chest. Schneider broke the kiss, panting softly. Till smiled, licking his lips.
“You really do taste good.” He said softly, wrapping an arm the drummer’s shoulder and starting walking.
The smaller man pressed up against Till’s side, wrapping his arm around his waist.