Repaired

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The bed shifting woke me up. I reluctantly parted my eyelids and looked around the room - still dark, thankfully. I didn't think I could take full blown light. I looked to my right and the place next to me on the was empty. My heart sank more than a little, like always. I sighed and rolled onto my stomach, gripping the pillow and pressing my face into it.

I went back to sleep quickly and was woken up just as quickly when the bed dipped almost alarmingly. The pressure in my chest lifted a little, I wasn't alone. I looked up from the pillow at Till, who yawned widely. He shifted back under the blankets and mumbled,"Good morning Richard."

"How early? Good morning too," I said through a yawn. He burrowed down until the blanket was pulled over his shoulders and shifted onto his side.

"It's about two in the morning," he paused, eyeing me sleepily,"Are you alright? You look uncomfortable." I nodded my head side to side and closed my eyes. I wasn't about to tell him what was bugging me.

This wasn't the first time Till and I had shared a bed. We'd slept together a handful of times over the course of our friendship, whenever we wanted to. Sometimes it was when things were going rough in our relationships, other times we just wanted each other, regardless of the state of our home lives.

Till was always there for me when things got rocky with Caron, which is how I wound up in his bed last night. Our divorce had been finalized for a little while now and I couldn't shake off my bad mood.

We did a show and I left as quickly as possible, seeking quiet and hoping to fill my lungs with cigarette smoke, which I did for some time before Till had found me. I didn't know how long I'd been sitting in the cool night air, but I was cold enough and had smoked enough to know it hadn't been just a few minutes like I'd told the rest of the band it would be. Till had given me a knowing look and sat down quietly next to me on the concrete curb.

We sat in silence, me smoking, Till fidgeting like he wanted to smoke. When I'd finally sucked the cigarette down to the butt and flicked it away, Till spoke in his deep voice, asking me to talk to him. As much I wanted to keep everything to myself, I wanted it gone more. So I told Till how I was feeling, everything, and he just sat there staring at me and listening. Till knew me, he knew I wanted to talk, I wasn't seeking advice, I just wanted to get it all out.

Then he'd simply opened his arms and let me move into his embrace, which I did willingly. Till had held me tightly, rocking me until the tears I'd held inside so long came to the surface. I sobbed into Till's broad, warm chest, letting him stroke my back with a large hand until my tears slowed, then finally stopped totally.

I'd looked back up at him, feeling a little foolish because I knew my face was tear-streaked and flushed. Till had pressed his fingertips to my slick cheeks and I closed my eyes, letting him wipe the tears away gently. I'd known where he was going to take the situation and I was right as I felt Till's lips skimming over mine lightly. I had pulled his mouth back to mine, opening for his warm tongue to infiltrate my mouth.

My skin had gotten warm again from the heat that had seemed to radiate from Till's large frame, in spite of the the cool air. We'd seperated slowly and slumped against each other. Then, Till had stood up, tugging me to my feet. Then I followed him back to the hotel where the band was staying.

By the time we made it into the bed and were both stripped bare, I was shaking and ready to beg for Till. He hadn't seemed to care, but noticed and slowed in his actions, allowing me to get a small bit of my control. I rubbed my groin against Till's hardness, hearing both of our moans and whimpers.

Finally he'd pinned me on my back and slipped a spit slicked finger deep inside of me, making me arch into the touch and grip my erection in my hand, pumping it fiercely. I had been shuddering and finally couldn't handle it all. I'd begged Till to fuck me in a breathless voice, which he did.

Till impaled me with even measured strokes and I almost came immediately, but I restrained myself. Till had continued to hammer his length into me, panting and urging me on with his eyes and voice. He shifted slightly and jerkily thrust into me, obviously close to his own release at that point.

I squeezed my head hard, my hand was slick with liquid already and I was moaning loudly. Till's eyes had caught and bore into mine and he crooned dirty words of encouragement at me throatily, trying to push me over the edge with that wonderful voice and beautiful eyes. It worked. I'd bucked my hips up to meet Till's, groaning and panting with my head tilted back onto the bed. Till had thrusted quickly into me several more times and released himself into me with a gasp.

We'd gone to sleep quickly afterwards, lying close to each other. I'd laid there knowing I would wake up alone like I had every time Till and I had fucked. We'd gone to my room this time. Usually even if we'd gone to his room I would still be alone. Till would take his things and trade rooms with me. That always bothered me.

So now all of a sudden he was still here in the same bed as me. I know he always leaves right after we finish, so I know he consciously decided to stay.

Shit. I was hard after replaying the whole scene in my mind's eye. I was laying on my stomach and my hard on was really bothering me, but I didn't want to roll over and raise the flag, so to speak. I peeked up from the pillow and saw Till had his eyes shut, so I turned.

It was very early so I figured that Till would stay asleep. I briefly touched myself and looked back to him. I was on pins and needles, but I continued with my task. I kept touching and stroking my cock, sliding my fingers up and down the length before enclosing it in my hand. I started pumping myself in my own familiar rhythm, biting my lip to keep as silent as possible.

Eventually, I lost myself in thoughts of the man next to me. I imagined his large hand on me in place of mine. Till's tight grip. His large eyes, that were always full of some emotion. His perfect face. Beautiful lips, skilled in what they could do to me. I could all but feel him grasping me and using his large hands and soft lips to touch me. I could imagine his warm tongue snaking out to lick me from base to tip. I could feel his mouth engulfing me totally and sucking...

I almost yelled when I felt the hand touching my inner thigh. I let go of my dick and gasped, my eyes flying open. Till was staring at me. He spoke in a low voice,"I was watching you."

His fingertips skimmed up the inside of my thigh, reaching my balls, then finally gripping my erection firmly. The rush of being caught and suprised sent me over the edge. I came hard, sending my come onto my chest and face with a shuddering breath.

Till lowered his face to my chest and licked it and my face clean. I was stirring faintly again by the time Till finished, I noticed. Till pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together. He was incredibly hard, but did nothing to aid himself, he just kept holding me. I moved against him gently, feeling his cock pressing on my lower stomach and his breath picked up slightly.

"Is there something wrong Richard?" He was watching me penetratingly.

I ceased in my movements and replied "Nothing. Why?"

Till shook his head, making his hair swing a little,"I don't know. You seem...off. I just- I'm not sure. Are you alright?"

I paused,"Yeah. Are you?"

He looked away,"I just wanted to know if you're alright. Caron and all. I...," Till trailed off.

I answered,"I'm okay."

He nodded against my chest.

I ran my hand through his hair, trailing my fingers over his neck and back. My hand rested on the back of Till's head, cradling it gently. I think he whimpered. He nuzzled my chest with his stubbled cheek, stroking one of my nipples with a broad thumb.

Till had been a good lover everytime we'd been together, but he'd never been like this. This was different. He was touching me so tenderly, like he was scared of hurting me. Till was being so unhurried and careful, and it was filling me with emotions I'd only experienced with my wife before and not even this strongly.

I felt so connected to him. Till pressed his lips to my chest softly, emitting a soft noise from his throat. This was too much for me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't take the emotions, the small caresses or the tenderness Till seemed to be exuding.

His hand strayed down my stomach, stroking, then sliding back up to my chest. He wrapped his arm around my torso, pulling me closer. This was so much unlike Till that I tilted his face up to look at me.

"Till," he shifted away from me, but I caught his chin again,"What's wrong?"

Till stared back up at me. His eyes looked so odd, different emotions flitted through them until they finally stopped, leaving him with a resigned look in them.

"I don't know if anything's wrong," he said in a subdued voice.

I gave the back of his neck a light squeeze. "Then what?" Till tightened his grip on me.

"I just...I want you so much."

This caught me off guard. Surely this wasn't bothering him that badly. I asked, slightly puzzled,"What's stopping you then?"

He looked at me and said,"I want you...Meaning I love you," Till continued to stare at me,"and I don't know if I can have you like that."

I was caught off guard and speechless. I remained without words and motionless on the bed, where only moments ago, this man and I were locked in a wonderful embrace. Till raised up quickly and threw the cover off of himself, swinging himself out of bed. He yanked on his boxers and pants quickly, snatching up his shirt and coat in one hand, shoes in the other.

"Till-" I started, but he ignores me, rushing out of the door. It closed quickly and I knew he was running off to close himself into his room at last, leaving me alone in this room with darkness and nothing else. I felt really badly, but I could leave him alone for now, because if I tried to talk to him without sorting myself out first, things could only get worse. I've learned this the hard way.

I walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on, climbing in quickly. I adjusted the shower-head and let the water soak me. Till loved me. My bandmate, a man I'd known for so long, my best friend. I never would've guessed that he cared for me any more than as just a friend with a few benefits.

The water rolled off of me and I sighed. Really what did I have to lose now? Caron and I were done, and nobody would really be suprised to find that we were gay. I'd given Till everything I could whenever our sexual encounters had happened, trying to show him that I was putting my heart into it. Without knowing I was doing it, even.

And to be honenst, I thought we needed each other. Whenever I was with him, I felt completed in some way I wasn't even aware of until we were apart again. And it always seemed that Till was a little more open with me than with anyone else, a little less scared to let some shields down.

I'd gone through the motions of bathing without noticing. I turned the knobs over until the shower trickled to a stop and grabbed a towel, drying myself thoroughly.

I was certain that I loved him back. Now I just had to make him believe this. I rushed into the room, gathering and pulling on clothes. When I'd just tugged a shirt over my damp head, I noticed something lying on the floor. It was Till's key card to his room; he must've dropped it last night. I wouldn't have to stand outside and bargain with him to let me in now.

I exited my room and crossed the hall to Till's. I stood silently, listening for noise on the other side. I heard none and slid the card through the lock.

I opened the door and stepped quietly into Till's room. He was tucked into his bed and motionless, the covers tucked up high on his large frame. I padded my way to his bedside, having not even bothered to put my shoes on when I came over. I could see the top of his dark head from behind and that was all.

Lifting the covers, I slid in next to Till. He tensed and I laid a hand on his arm.

I said softly,"I'm sorry for that."

He said nothing, but just rolled over to look at me. I let him search my face with his hurt eyes, praying he saw that my apology was sincere.

"You just kind of sprung that on me," I said, "I didn't know what to say."

Till had started to chew on his lower lip. He looked apprehensive and hurt.

"Do you still mean what you said, Till," I asked.

He freed his poor lip from his teeth and said quietly,"Yes. I meant it, I love you."

I smiled at him, placing a hand on his rugged face,"Good," I said, joy oozing in my voice,"I love you too, Till."

His features lightened, a smile tugged his lips up and I couldn't resist kissing them.

After a moment, Till laughed low and said,"I think we have something left unfinished Richard."

He was referring to earlier in my room and I smiled at seeing the wicked promise in his eyes. I nodded, placing my hands on each side of his face and kissed him. His tongue penetrated my lips smoothly and proceeded to glide and touch against mine. I sucked on his tongue and shivered as I felt desire coiled up in my stomach.

We parted softly and I rolled over to straddle his large form. I brushed his mussed hair out of his face and stroked his jaw softly. Tugging off my shirt and unbuttoning his slowly, I parted the fabric and placed my hands on his broad chest, trailing my palms over it and down his stomach.

Till sat up and I moved back to give him space. His shirt came off of his large frame completely, giving me a chance to enjoy looking at Till's body with the knowledge that what we were doing was meaning more than it ever had before. His chest and shoulders were broad and perfect to me, compelling me to touch them.

I placed my guitar-roughened hands on his shoulders, rubbing them firmly, sliding my hands down over his strong arms and back up to trail to his chest. He kissed me quickly and reached the button on my pants, unsnapping and unzipping them quickly, giving me time to slip out of my underpants. He had his own pants undone in half of that time.

The bulge in his shorts seemed to beg for attention, which I was more than happy to give. I extracted Till out of the pants and touched his hard length, pleased with the sounds that reached my ears as I continued to touch and stroke him.

Till was kissing my neck, shuddering from time to time. His lips traveled to my ear and he whispered,"Richard, I want you to fuck me." This sentence ended with a small whimper.

I pressed my lips to the top of his head and nodded. I kept manipulating his swollen flesh in my slick hand, listening to his heavy breathing.

A feeling of sheer happiness was flooding me. Till had allowed me to overtake him only a few times, each time it seemed he was looking to be comforted. It was his way of really letting me know that he was serious, because he had to love me to let me do something that truly could cause him pain.

I released him from my hand's grasp and kissed him, urging him backwards once more. Till took my hand and drew a finger into his mouth, suckling on the digit, tracing his tongue around it and making me shiver.

My hand slid down to his ass and I rimmed him carefully with the finger he slickened for me. I penetrated him, pressing further and further until I touched his prostate. His face became a mask of pleasure as I added another digit, using the fingers to mimick what I was going to do to him.

I spat in my hand and made my length slippery. The head of my cock was pressing against Till's tight entrance. I moved into him carefully, watching for signs of discomfort until I was sheathed totally. I withdrew a little and pushed back into him, hearing his breath catch.

I picked up my pace and began to thrust myself into Till's body. My length hit Till's prostate over and over, making him cry out my name. He pushed up to meet my hips and touched himself at the same time.

I gasped out,"I love you," not relenting in my barrage of thrusts. I could hear both of us moaning and whimpering.

Till squeezed his eyes tightly shut and cried,"I love you too," he moaned gutturally,"I love you, Richard!" He came right afterwards with a loud gasp. He contracted around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I screamed with the strength of my release.

I withdrew from him and moved next to his heated body, our sweat mingling as we pressed together.

He said sleepily,"That was perfect.."

I nodded. "It was, Till."

He smiled, saying slowly,"And maybe every time after this will be just as good-"

I interrupted him,"Maybe even better," I paused to drape the blankets over us,"We'll have a lot of time to find out-"

Till interrupted me this time,"Many mornings like this-"

Me again, "Afternoons, sometimes-"

He chuckled and said,"And nights-"

Me one last time,"If we feel like it, that is."

He smiled and kissed my forehead,"Exactly."

We still had morning darkness to sleep in each other's arms, so we did.