Love From The Influence

Disclaimer: I don't own Rammstein. Owning people is illegal at any rate. No profit is being made from this, just hoping to write for fun. Right? Okay.

Richard was high. Flying fucking high without wings. He giggled to himself and sprawled comically across the floor of his hotel room. He didn't even know what hotel he was in or how he'd managed to get a room in the first place in the state he was in. Richard waved his fingers in the manner of a child; they didn't seem to belong to him.

The pills he'd scored were awesome. Richard had no clue what they were and he didn't care. He hadn't touched the coke yet, but he was swerving to his luggage that contained the powder. Mr. Richard Z. Kruspe-Bernstein, he thought fuzzily and laughed aloud. I should change it; fucking bitch.

It was over between Caron and him. Too much seperation, too much this, too much that. Damn it, he'd come to be with her and she'd thrown her complaints in his face! She sounded too rehearsed, like she'd been planning it. All Richard had done was pack up and leave. When he'd gotten hold of his memory again, he got snatches of stashing the drugs in his bag.

Focusing, Richard neatly arranged the coke and snorted the fine powder. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. Richard smiled and sighed. He felt trashed, but it felt good, very good.


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Richard jumped and looked around. He heard a buzzing chirping nearby. He racked his brain and realized that it was his phone ringing and vibrating across the tabletop. Richard focused on the glowing text, he couldn't discern it. He flipped open the phone and mumbled into the speaker. "Hello..?" Richard was in no mood to be on the phone, he just wanted to sit there and be high and forget everything, but of course something had to ruin it.

"Where are you?!" The deep voice startled Richard, he'd been expecting Caron to be calling to either confirm that she was through with him or to say sorry. It was Till on the line instead.

This amused Richard and he giggled. "Don't know," he giggled softly,"but you're sure not my wife. Where're you, hm?" He laughed more and trailed off into small titters.

Till sighed roughly. His wife? "Nobody's been able to find you, Richard," Till sighed again, "You probably have ten missed calls! Where are you?"

"A hotel, Till."

"What hotel, just tell me alright?" Till sounded irritated.

Richard managed to retrieve the hotel's name from a notepad on a table by some miracle.

Till listened, paused and said, "I'm going to come over, I'll find your room, don't worry."

"Uh huh," Richard agreed fuzzily and closed the phone. He returned to the powder and did another line. Why wasn't Till with his girlfriend or whatever she was? He frowned and went to the minibar in the room and poured a drink. He drank a little, set it down and laid back on the bed, sighing blissfully as the cocaine took hold. He rubbed his nose absently and shut his eyes.


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Banging on the door yanked Richard out of drugged oblivion. He couldn't have been out for too long; he still felt the drugs and the little bit of alcohol he'd had pretty strongly. Tipsily, he opened the hotel room's door and giggled as he stepped back. Everything seemed so funny.

Till strode into the room with his bags. He looked pissed and worried, which Richard laughed at also. Till looked at him and said,"Don't laugh at me, Richard." Unfettered, Richard took a couple more pills and followed them with a gulp of his drink. Till paused; the bastard was popping pills in front of him!

"Richard! Stop it!" He was really worried now; Richard wouldn't just do things like that for the hell of it. Not anymore.

"Make me. You can't, they're mine," Richard slurred slightly and laughed boisteriously again. That laugh was starting to bother Till; it sounded so drunken. He couldn't take it and took Richard's drink from him.

"Why, Richard," he walked to the sink and dumped the drink down the drain. "Why? You've been sober for a long time, and you just slung it out the window!" Richard was sobered minutely and opened his mouth to speak, Till cut him off. "Drinking, sure, fine, but drugs?! Do you even know what they are?" He was really mad at Richard.

Richard pursed his mouth and defiantly dry swallowed another pill. "Leave me alone, Till," he was slurring badly.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong!" Till moved his arms in time with his demand. "I know you're headstrong and stubborn, but this is too much! Now, tell me now!" Richard made a strangled noise, a cross between a scream and groan and sank to the carpet.

"Okay, Till. Caron and me. Done, over; We're over, her call. There you go. You wanted to know." He grinned widely and shrugged, "She doesn't want to deal anymore. So I'm wasted. Leave me alone." He was speaking quickly and was barely understandable.

Till felt badly for him, but kept speaking to him. "Look, my relationship is over too. It's been over for about two weeks, but I didn't tell anyone. But I didn't get so stoned I couldn't see! I know you're married to her, but doing this will not help you!" Till felt angry heat brimming in him; he couldn't take this. Richard swallowed another pill. Till grabbed Richard by his shirt roughly.

"Stop that right now! You're going to overdose on that shit!" He shook Richard a little, feeling Richard's feet scooting slackly on the floor.

"I don't care, Till!" Richard grasped Till's wrists and squeezed hard. Till dragged Richard closer until their faces were almost touching.

He could smell the drugs and booze on him and it almost made him gag. "You need to care, Richard. She's your wife, but she's only a person; you have others who care about you!" Richard twisted and Till tightened his grip. "We all care about you, it's horrible to see this Richard! I should beat you for this!"

"Then do it; do it, Till!" He jerked back and Till grabbed his upper arms firmly.

"I should, because I care, but I won't for that same reason. Hitting you around won't help you with anything."


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Richard wrenched roughly out of Till's hands again. Till was totally fed up; he grabbed Richard and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of flour and rushed to the bathroom. Richard scooted down a little and Till tightened his arms around him almost threateningly.

"Richard, I can't handle you in the condition you're in." He pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom.

"Then get out and put me down, you fucker!" Richard's voice was one of an angry drunk's.

"No, I won't, because I care about you," Till said with a calm tone he didn't feel, as if the person he was talking to wasn't on his shoulder and intoxicated. If this was how he had to play with Richard, so be it.

The large man dropped Richard, clothes and all, into the bathtub and turned shower on, turning the cold knob almost all the way over. Richard yelped and cursed loudly when Till pushed him back down under the stream of cold water that stung him like icy needles. "Let me go," he spat out unevenly and Till gripped his shoulder. Till turned the warm water on so it was bearable for his friend.

"You're stoned and you don't know what that shit was. Puke it up right now."

"No, I won't. Get out of here!" Richard was shivering.

"Throw it up, or I'll make you do it, Richard." He sounded very threatening and some danger alert almost made Richard listen to Till. But still Richard said nothing, just jerked out of Till's grasp and tried to climb out of the cool puddle he was sitting in. Till shoved him down and grabbed Richard's face. He had a beautiful face, even in his state. Till squeezed Richard's mouth open and stuck two fingers down his throat.

Richard grabbed Till's arm and wrenched at it, but Till pressed on, refusing to let Richard stop him. Richard scraped his teeth on Till's fingers, tasting his salty skin, sinking them in. He could feel contractions in his throat and clenched his eyes shut, making a low moan in his throat as waves of nausea racked him. Till held him firmly for a few more seconds. Richard choked and quckly emptied his stomach in the tub and on himself and Till.


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Till withdrew his fingers and washed his hand off. He turned the warm water up. It sounded like Richard was crying, he was gasping and making small, quick whimpers that echoed a little in the room. Till almost cried with him; Richard looked so pitiful sitting in a tub completely clothed, soaked and messy.

He kneeled next to the tub and said softly,"I'm sorry. I had to do it." Richard didn't seem to hear him. All he did was shift to the side, visibly shivering.

"Come on Richard, clean up." His patience was wearing thin.

"Leave me alone, you've done enough," Richard's voice was quavering and low.

"No." Till took the bottom of Richard's soaked shirt and tugged it up over his head, tossing it on a towel in the floor. "Please take care of yourself, okay? I'll be right back."

Richard said nothing in response.

Till went to Richard's bag and took out the coke and pills. He dumped them both in the sink and ran water over them, silently cursing the substances, until they were both gone completely. He rubbed his face wearily and walked back to the bathroom, hoping Richard would be easier to handle. He was really worried about his friend.


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Richard was still sitting in the tub. He'd removed the rest of his clothes and had his head bent, letting the spray hit him. Till stared at him, taking him in. Richard was drugged up, yes, but he looked amazing nonetheless. His hair was wet and water was trickling down his neck and back. His skin was pale and perfect, beaded with moisture and he was breathing slowly. His gaze shifted to Richard's face. He looked tired, but still perfect.

Till made a slight noise and Richard opened his eyes and looked at him challengingly almost, like he was daring Till to take one more step towards him. The look quickly left his face and became a tired one. He scooted his legs together and pulled them close to his body; he was still stoned, but enough to be handled at least. He pulled a towel from the nearby rack and opened it.

"Come on, Richard." Richard was being subdued now, he stepped gingerly out of the tub, turning off the shower on his way. He stepped into the towel Till was holding and looked up at him quickly, then looked back down.

Richard allowed himself to be steered into the room and onto his bed. He still felt horrible, but so much better. He wanted to thank Till, even though his throat was sore and he was cold.

"Thanks," he whispered. Till was getting Richard's bag and laying it on the bed next to him.

He gave Richard a small smile, he was so attractive and Till was certain that he loved Richard, although he didn't really think he could ever bring himself to say so.

"You're welcome. Dry off and get dressed." Till leaned to Richard's head and smelled his hair, placing his hand on Rich's shoulder as he did so. The skin felt like cool silk beneath his rough fingers. He grinned, "You smell better."

"Wow, thanks," He joked and pulled the towel out from under him. He felt better, Till's methods were terrifying but effective. He was really actually glad that Till had come to help him, even if the large man had almost choked his guts out.

"I'm going to bathe too. I'll be out soon," Till called from in the bathroom. The door swung shut with a thud and Richard slipped on some boxers and laid back, not caring that he wasn't completely dry.

He could think more clearly now and he still wanted to end things with Caron. She wanted it, and he did too in a way. He would always care for her, but it wasn't the same. They had just worn everything out, he and Caron had problems sometimes before, but this seemed to be it. He sat quietly and listened to the shower running with his eyes shut. It was a soothing noise and he dozed lightly, greatful for the small respite.


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Till washed quickly, feeling much better for helping Richard. His fingers were hurting where Richard had bitten him; he hadn't broken the skin, but they were sore. It hadn't hurt too badly when Richard had bitten him, his tongue had been sliding under and between Till's fingers, exciting him even as he tried to help his friend. He flexed the sore fingers and started rinsing soap out of his hair. Till closed his eyes and thought about Richard sitting in this tub not too long ago.

Till reddened slightly and tried to forget about his thoughts towards Richard. He'd had thoughts about him before, yes, wonderfully alluring ones, but he always chose not to act on them. It would just be too complicated and he couldn't handle messing everything up. They both were in the same band, families, spouses, relationships, so many things posed problems.

Till cursed himself; he was hard, of course, thinking of the beautiful man in the next room had that effect on him. He turned the cold water on, regretfully almost, letting it work. He shut off the shower and climbed out, drying off and wrapping the thick towel around his waist.

He walked into the room and searched for his bags that lay near the door where he'd discarded them to apprehend his friend. Richard was asleep on the bed, wearing boxers and curled on his side, breathing softly and evenly.

Till's thoughts went dark again and he thought of how simple it would be to slide next to him, how little effort it would take to let him know how he felt, what he wanted. But he didn't, for almost nothing is as easy as it sounds.

Richard heard rustling and opened his eyes slowly. Till was slipping into boxers too. Neither seemed to want to bother with anything else. He wiped at his eyes and inhaled quietly. He decided to let Till know that he was awake, "Hey." Till looked over quickly, but didn't turn to him.

"Hey, did you sleep any?" Till was panicking, he was turned on again, he just needed to keep his back to him until he could get rid of it.

"I did a little, I feel better." Richard stretched for a second, muscles tensing and flexing.

"Good." Till was mostly cooled off once more, he relaxed and sat next to Richard. Richard closed his eyes tightly and yawned widely. It was very cute; Till almost voiced the thought, but caught himself at the last moment.

"Thank you again Till. I really didn't need to do all of that. I'm calling things off with Caron. It's what we both want, it seems. I do not want drugs again."

He rubbed his forehead. "I need to ditch all of that stuff." He raised up and started to get up to toss out the drugs, and Till held out his hand in front of him.

"I already tossed them while you were in the shower."

Richard thanked him again and suddenly hugged him tightly. "I kind of wish you'd told us when things ended with you and your girlfriend. We would've liked to help," Richard spoke, muffled, from Till's shoulder.

"I wasn't killing myself, though Richard," Till said softly, his breath fanning on Richard's neck. Rich shivered minutely at the warmth.

Till squeezed him slightly, like that thought scared him. It did, Till had been terrified when he'd found Richard stoned with stars dancing around his head.

"I don't want to use drugs again, it's really stupid. If you ever even think I'm messing with them again, confront me," he sounded near tears, "Please don't let me do it if you can help it."

Till's eyes brimmed wet too; Richard was scared. He didn't want him to be scared, he wanted him to be the strong, self-secure man they both knew he was. "I won't let you."

He pulled Richard closer, rocking them both slightly. I don't care if he feels my fucking hard-on; I want him to, Till thought muzzily.

Richard shifted and Till widened his eyes as he was greeted with a taste of his own medicine: Richard was hard and it was pressing against Till's leg, with only Richard's boxers between his leg and the forming bulge.

Till looked down at Richard and saw him searching his face as well. His eyes were huge and filled with something; worry, fear, something close to those, but what caught and suprised him was the lust and longing lurking there almost questioningly.

Till quizzed him with his eyes and all Richard did was press his face to Till's chest. Till stroked his jaw with his fingers, faintly hearing the rasp of stubble, and raising Richard's face to make him look at him.

Richard leaned up and brushed his lips on Till's quickly, as though fearing rejection. Till caught his face and pulled him back, covering Richard's soft lips with his own, just resting. He wanted this at least, if Richard decided to duck out. He didn't want to force too much on him automatically, just a small kiss would do if it was all he could have.

Richard pulled back before he overstepped his boundaries, giving Till a hurt look.


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"I'm sorry, I jus- I don't," Richard trailed off and closed his eyes.

Till looked sadly at him and nodded, saying, "I'm sorry too. I'll go." He felt badly and wanted to go now. They would just start working again soon and forget all about what had just happened. He looked at Richard when he got up to get dressed and go; Richard's face was so sad and vulnerable that it stopped Till in his tracks.

That was all Richard needed, he grasped Till's wrist and pleaded with his eyes. He didn't want Till to go, he wanted more of what had just occurred.

Rich's interest was piqued; the kiss was simple, but so much better than one he'd had in a long time. Maybe it was that every kiss came with a stabbing tongue, or was just unsatisfying in itself. It had been sweet, simple, and he wanted to see what could come of it. After all, he wasn't going to worry about what his wife would say anymore.

"Please don't go," Richard said, finally finding his voice, "Look, please stay." Till stared back hesitantly; had he heard correctly? Richard took his expression in and tried not to start crying, for the look on Till's face seemed too ominous to bring anything good, "Go if you want, but I want you to stay with me."

Till turned and kept a serious face as he spoke, "Do you really want me to stay, Richard?"

Richard's eyes brightened a touch, "I do. But do you want to?" He held his breath for a moment, waiting for Till to answer.

Till looked him directly in the eyes and nodded. "I do, but why do you want me here?"

"I want you to stay with me because we're both alone; because we both want to be with each other right now," he shifted his eyes and left it at that.

Till caught that he wasn't through and paused, "And?" He smiled almost playfully.

Richard's cheeks flushed pale pink. "Because I want you in bed with me tonight."

Till almost asked him, "What about after that? Will you still want me? " but he would take what Richard was willing to let him have. For now at least.

Till sat back down next to Richard and took one of Rich's beautiful hands in his own large paw, lacing Rich's slender fingers with his. He moved back in towards Richard's mouth, kissing his bandmate more forcefully than he had before. Till bit lightly on the full, willing lips under his own, licking softly, willing Richard to open his mouth for him, which he did.

Rich sucked briefly on Till's tongue as it invaded his mouth, feeling the large man shudder and squeeze the hand he held. The kiss was penetrating and deep, perfect.

The taste of another man's tongue in his mouth and lips on his own was strangely exciting to Richard. He slid his free hand up Till's arm and up to the back of his neck, squeezing lightly. They broke away slowly, and Richard leaned, latching his kiss-battered lips onto Till's neck, tasting the freshly washed skin, skimming over his pulse point.

Till pulled in his breath as Richard bit and licked his way over his throat. He swallowed and shut his eyes tightly, recording every action into his mind. Till tugged him back up and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, moving to Rich's smooth neck, biting his shoulder softly beforehand.

It was wonderful; Till was elated and everything he was doing was being done with one-hundred percent. This could be their last time together, as well as their first, but even if that was the case, Till was going to make damn sure that it was so good that Richard wouldn't be capable of forgetting it.

He rubbed the back of Till's neck while Till scoured Richard's pulse with his lips and teeth. Talk about one hell of a rebound. He frowned, that wasn't what he wanted this to end as. Just sex, Richard thought of groupies; random women, people he didn't care for.

He didn't want only that, not with Till. Richard slid his hands down to Till's broad shoulders and rubbed. He caught Till's attention and pulled him back up to his mouth for another kiss, shuddering as Till cupped his ass in his large hands and pressed their mouths together.

Richard twined his fingers into Till's still damp hair and gently rubbed his scalp. He pulled the older man back on the bed with him, not breaking their mouths' embrace. They laid side by side, twining limbs, stroking skin. The only sound in the room was ragged breathing, soft moans, the sliding of bodies against each other.

Rich broke the kiss and nuzzled Till's broad chest, fanning the warm skin with his breath. Till slid his hand, which was resting on Richard's side, down slowly under the waistband of Rich's boxers, feeling his soft, smooth skin twitch under his fingers.

Richard sucked his breath in when Till's searching fingers slid over his aching flesh. Till helped Richard out of his boxers and pushed them into the floor, wrapping his rough hand back around him. A small gasp escaped Rich's throat as Till set a pace, sliding his hand slowly up and down the shaft, gaining speed. He squeezed and caressed the hot skin, turning his attention to the head, making Richard moan loudly.

Till paused to pull off his boxers, then pushed Richard onto his back and slid his head between Rich's thighs, licking the straining cock in front of him. He slid his mouth down slowly on him, until his mouth engulfed Richard completely and he was able to nuzzle the hair on his groin. He massaged the base steadily while sucking Rich with an agressive mouth.

Richard firmly placed his hands on Till's head and pulled his hair when Till slightly scraped his teeth on the flesh that filled his mouth.


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Till stared up at Richard; he was so beautiful with his face smeary with bliss, eyes shut, panting and moaning loudly with every move. Till continued to bob his head quickly, feeling Rich twisting and shuddering beneath him. Till took him in his mouth to the hilt, feeling Rich's member in his throat. Richard panted and gripped Till's head fiercely then yelled as he came hard into Till's skilled mouth.

Till didn't swallow immediately, even though it tasted strange and he was compelled to either spit it out or swallow. Richard was staring at him with a mixture of total contentment and confusion, waiting to see what Till was doing.

Till slipped a couple of fingers into his mouth and used the liquid there as lubrication, clearing the mystery for Rich, as well as making him anxious. Till embraced his own erection firmly, coating it with Richard's semen, then slid his fingers between Rich's firm buttocks, finally swallowing the salty fluid as he did so.

Rich swallowed nervously and voiced his worries, "Till, I don't know-,"

Till cut him off by pulling him closer by his legs, effectively shushing him. "I promise I'll do my best not to hurt you. You just have to trust me."

Richard nodded mutely, allowing Till to fit himself against his asshole. Till began sliding himself into him and Richard slammed his eyes shut in sudden unwanted panic. He wouldn't be able to take Till, it was already hurting him, but he so wanted to trust Till and have him finsh.

He felt lips on his own and opened his eyes, realizing that Till wasn't going any further. "I-I'm sorry," he managed to stammer, moving his gaze away from Till's; he really didn't think he could take looking at Till at the moment.

Till pressed his lips to Rich's forehead softly, shocking the younger man slightly; Till could be extremely tender when he wanted to be, and this was one of those times.

"Shh," he murmured, "Just relax and trust me. I'll make it as easy as I can for you." Till started moving forward again and Richard focused on the kisses Till was giving him instead of the foreign feeling of something entering him. The singer looked at Rich apologetically and thrust deeply into him.

Richard gasped loudly, but not from pain, that didn't matter anymore, it was a dull ache compared to the sparks of pleasure he felt with every measured move Till made into him. Till gazed at Richard's expression of ecstacy in wonder, admiring the flush spreading over his pale skin and the faces the guitarist made in response to his barrage of thrusts.

Richard grasped his renewed erection in his hand and started stimulating himself quickly, breathing fast and shakily. Till filled him completely and was repeatedly hitting him inside in a way that made him want to scream. Richard wrapped his legs more tightly around Till's waist, rocking with him. The room was filled with panting and groans as both men neared release.

Till grasped Rich's waist and thrust into him faster, moaning low deep in his throat. He lowered his mouth to Richard's, sucking and biting his tongue and lips. He licked his way across Rich's throat, groaning softly and feeling Richard bucking and panting beneath him. Rich continued to manipulate his hard-on, getting very close to the edge with every motion of his hand and every perfectly fufilling move Till made inside of him.

The bed they were on squeaked as they moved in unison. Till made a growling sound deep in his throat, making Richard shudder from the feeling of Till's lips sliding over his neck.

Richard squeezed and stroked his sensitive flesh then came on his chest and on Till, screaming Till's name throatily.

Till rammed into Rich twice more and muffled a noisy yell against Richard's neck, saying loudly through the cry, "God, I love you!" He realized that he'd slipped up and said it too late, but didn't care at all. He made one last deep motion into Richard and rushed head-first into an orgasm, yelling sharply.


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Richard lay amazed and overwrought with emotions. He felt tired and a little sore, but satisfied, so very satisfied. Till was still draped across his chest and seemed reluctant to move, not that it bothered Richard.

Richard recalled that Till had screamed that he loved him at the very end.

It touched Richard deeply and his eyes misted over with tears. It was over with Caron, but if Till meant what he said, he would be willing to be with Till. Even if things were fine with Caron, he really would've considered taking the offer. Till had been his friend for so long and having him as his lover would make Richard happy.

Till did not want to move from his prone position atop of Richard's comforting body. He was worried that once he did, Richard would ask him to leave, or he would want him to explain himself for screaming that he loved him. Till really couldn't decide which was worse.

He shifted his face against Rich's smooth shoulder and felt Richard place a hand on the back of his neck, gently. Richard moved, giving Till a hint to move off to the side so they could face each other. Till finally shifted to look up at him, fearing what Richard would look like now.

Till was taken aback to see that Richard's eyes were glowing warmly at him. He had to say something to Rich, "Are you alright?"

Richard nodded and said pointedly, "I'm fine. Are you okay Till?"

Till shifted his eyes away and said, "Yeah. I hope I didn't hurt you."

Richard shook his head. "Not too badly. I'm only a little sore," Till winced. "I knew it would hurt, but you didn't lie to me. You said you would try not to hurt me, and I know you tried. I enjoyed it and I'm pretty sure that you did too," Richard said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Till, who didn't notice that Rich was trying to make him feel better, was just terrified he would say something like, "It was fun, I'll see you tomorrow," or something equally nonchalantly wounding.


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"Are you okay, really?" Richard pressed on. He laid a hand on Till's arm and stared at his face, watching for any signs that he could go off of. Till opened his mouth to lie and couldn't. "I don't know. Are you mad at me?"

Richard laughed a little and Till tensed up. "I'm not mad. This is about you saying you love me isn't it, Till?"

Till sighed and nodded. Richard grew serious and told Till to look at him. "Look, Till; this was great. I probably would've done it if things were fine with Caron," he paused and grasped Till's chin, making the older man meet his stare, "don't be ashamed for saying that, because I love you too." He'd said it and he felt much better for doing so.

Till's eyes brightened, then filled with tears that Richard brushed away gently. "I think I have for a long time now," Till whispered hoarsely.

"I'm really sorry that this didn't happen sooner, Till," Richard said, "But I want to stay with you. If you want." Till nodded, at a loss for words and pressed his mouth to Rich's.

Till smiled against Richard's lips and murmured playfully, "In a little while, we should try again. This time with no misunderstandings." Richard simply nodded and smiled at his lover, feeling his heart swell with happiness.

**********


Early morning light faintly pierced the drawn curtains in the hotel room. Till was lying in bed, dreamily recalling his night. Technically his morning too, since he'd gone to sleep only a few hours earlier; he didn't mind though. Not at all.

He smiled, happy; happier than he'd been in a very long time. Till couldn't believe anything that had happened recently. He glanced at Richard's sleeping form nestled comfortably on his stomach under the blanket, and smiled wider, recalling everything vividly.

Richard had forced him to come clean about how he really felt and it had almost made Till sick. Not out of how he felt, but of fear of what would happen once he let it all out. Rich had taken it in stride and, to Till's suprise, returned the feeling completely.

Afterwards had been perfect. Everything had fallen into place like exquisite puzzle pieces. And they'd both held no reservations about saying or showing how they felt at that point. Richard had submitted to Till once again, allowing the large man to give to him and take, as well. Till had promised to be gentle again, and he'd lived up to the promise, but not sacrificing his intensity in the process either.


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Till yawned silently and gently laid a hand on Richard's finely muscled back and stroked the smooth skin. The man was so beautiful, no matter when or where. His face was relaxed and his posture was as well.

The blanket covered him to the middle of his back, shielding the lower half of him from Till's eyes, sadly. One hand was by his side, the other was curved in a loose fist in front of his slightly parted pink lips. Till couldn't help but note everything about his lover when he felt as strongly as he did.

Till stealthily got out of the hotel's bed and strode into the bathroom. He finished and washed his hands and face, still aloof and happy, almost enough to jump around, but restrained himself. He was drying his face when Richard padded quietly into the bathroom, wrapping his arms firmly around Till from behind.

The guitarist made a low humming noise in his throat and said warmly,"Good morning," nuzzling his face against Till's warm shoulders and neck.

Till laid the towel down and covered Richard's hands with his own, squeezing the slender ones under his own large pair. "Good morning," Till glanced over his shoulder at Richard and chuckled softly, "How are you walking?"

Richard tugged away from him and walked a few steps, bowing his legs on purpose. "See what you did to me, Till," he asked accusingly, with his eyes sparkling with mischief. Till stared at Rich's firm bottom as Richard straightened himself, Till couldn't help it. "I'm just kidding, Till. I can walk pretty well," he laughed and shifted his eyes to the floor and back up, "all things considered, anyways."

Till embraced him, kissing the top of Richard's mussed, black head. He grinned and said, "You little flirt," squeezing Rich's ass affectionately.

"You love it, Till," Richard shot back smartly, pressing his naked body against Till's equally bare frame, feeling their stirring members bumping together.


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Richard's eyes glittered when he pulled Till's mouth to his own. They backed out of the bathroom and towards the tousled bed slowly, as Rich coaxed Till's lips apart and engaged their tongues in a sensual fight. Till broke the kiss and said hesitantly,

"We have to leave soon," he looked as though he was trying to decide when exactly. Richard ground his hips against Till's, enjoying the shudder that ran through the older man.

"What of it, Till? What time we have right now is enough, I'm sure," Rich was slipping a hand between them as he said this, brushing both of their erections in the process.

Till drew in his breath as Richard grasped his aching member in his hand and started rubbing the sensitive skin. Till started giving Rich the same treatment, closing his eyes as he heard Richard give off a small whimper. This continued for a moment longer before Richard urged Till backwards onto the bed.

Till watched him, waiting to see what his lover was planning to do. Rich moved between Till's bent legs and made his intent known as he slowly licked Till's abdomen and thighs, biting the skin, then took his straining cock into his mouth to the hilt. Richard bobbed his head, massaging Till's erection with his tongue slowly and digging his fingernails into Till's thighs.

Till groaned with every smooth movement the Richard made on his cock and every small scratch he left on his wide-spread legs. Till thrust himself into his lover's mouth, who was taking him completely and with obvious enjoyment. He was watching Richard doing this, which was very sexy, because the guitarist was staring back at him intently.

Richard reached down to his own seeping member, tugging and fondling it with his own rhythm, all the while still keeping on top of managing Till. Till held back on his release, waiting for Richard to catch up with him. He studied Rich masturbating, watching his eyes darken and lighten before he closed them. The eyes would flutter open and look studiously back into his own, then repeat the pattern.

Till relaxed his control as he noted Richard's actions becoming rigid and jerky. He gasped loudly and emptied himself into Richard's mouth, feeling the younger man swallowing until his semen was gone altogther. Richard sank his head against Till's abdomen and moaned, covering his hand with his own fluid.

Richard eased up next to Till and sighed contentedly. He pressed his lips to Till's softly, squashed flat by emotions. Rich's eyes seemed to exude happiness. Till made a low noise and said, "Thank you." An adoring glow was floating about Till's eyes. Richard got up and strode across the room.

"You're more than welcome. I'm going to bathe, we have to leave after all, right?" he said teasingly. Till just chuckled and shook his head.


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Richard eased under the shower spray, shutting his eyes. He smiled to himself as he lathered his hair and body. Rich was very happy, even as he let the heat of the water loosen the tension and aches Till had given him away. He was sore and glad because of it.

Till was an excellent lover, Richard thought, grinning into the streaming water. From what Till acted like onstage, everyone would think that Till would tear you limb from limb once you were in his bed. He turned the shower off and started drying with a large towel. Richard knew better but he really hadn't expected Till to be so patient or gentle. He was in love, totally in love, and being able to admit it to himself and the object of his affection made it better.

Till laid facedown on the scrambled bed, breathing slowly and thinking. He couldn't believe anything that was happening; in almost less than twenty-four hours ago, he was an almost jaded, almost depressed man, now he was positively euphoric and everything seemed to be painted in colors, not black, white, and gray.

At the same time, the whole situation seemed too surreal. He pulled back in his mind and looked at everything. He was a middle-aged man, in a band that was known worldwide, and he was in love with his bandmate.

Till frowned, he didn't care what anyone thought, he loved Richard and nothing was going to stop him now that both men knew where they stood with each other. It was unreal that his affection was being returned by Richard, because he had been wondering how much longer he would've been able to keep his feelings to himself before they made him go off of the deep end.

Till sighed and told himself, smiling, that he was never going to let Richard go.


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Till continued to lie on the bed until Richard glided out of the bathroom, swatting Till's bare backside playfully when he reached the bed. "Go on, get in the shower," he said in a mother-like tone. Till pulled up off of the twisted sheets and strode to the foggy room, leaving Richard to get ready.

Once he was in the shower, Till discovered that besides the fulfillment he left him with, Richard also left small wounds on his body: small, even teeth marks that almost broke through on his abdomen and curved scratches on his thighs from the guitarist's smooth, sharp nails.

Richard was a little hellcat in bed if given half a chance, Till presumed, thoroughly convinced by knowing the man's temperment alone. He washed himself, lightly touching the marks his lover branded him with, welcoming the small, aching sting they had about them. Till laughed to himself, turning his back to the spray, and tilting his head back to rinse his dark hair. He loved the man so much.

When Till came back in the main room, Richard was slipping into a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, buttoning it slowly. "Hello there, Drippy," Richard teased and flinched when Till slung his head to the side, splattering him with cool water droplets.

"Hello to you too," Till grinned and pulled his clothes out of his bag. He climbed into his boxers and jeans, watching Rich spike his dark hair with gel.

Till was totally enamored with Richard; his smooth, graceful movements were certainly not unfamiliar to him, Till had know Richard for a very long time, but he could pay full, unbridled attention to him now, without the guitarist questioning him for gawking. He quickly finished by pulling a black shirt on and stuffing his remaining items into his bag.

"You ready?" Till looked over at Richard and nodded. Richard paused and looked back at the closed door as they walked down the hall, feeling very emotional. He got back in stride with Till, clasping his hand and weaving their fingers together. Neither of them needed to say anything, but Till did anyways.

"I'm kind of glad you got stoned." He laughed quietly.

"I am too." Richard smiled at Till. He shook his head and they kept going.

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