Closer

Disclaimer: All fiction. Just the nonprofit product of my mind.

My glasses are smudged, I discover when I put them back on. This irks me and I polish them carefully. My blurry vision transforms into clarity once more when my glasses are replaced in front of my blue-gray eyes. I take my alcohol back into my slim hand and drink from the bottle, surveying the area.

I watch my five bandmates filtering around in the midst of people in this club. Oliver and Paul are talking together in a brief moment of peace, the bassist shaking his head and smiling at some joke the shorter man made. Paul is always making somebody laugh. Even me when one of his pranks is directed at me, I laugh inside, and look pissed to everyone else.

My gaze shifts and I spot Schneider situated away from people, on his phone. Judging by his smile, he must be talking to his wife. The drummer has a drink in front of him and I watch him lift the glass to his lips and swallow the liquid. In the next moment, his expression is a bittersweet one as he I read his lips from this far away, telling his wife that he loves her. Happy to have her to love, and sad to be saying goodbye, even just on the phone.

Till and Richard, however, are not shying from people tonight. They're drinking and talking, laughing with people. Pretty young women in particular, or should I say a pretty young woman. She is a slender girl with dark hair and a pretty figure.

Charming as she is, she's managed to snare both men's attention a little better than some of the other girls trying their hand at the task. Rather than try to outdo each other, Richard and Till casually flirt right back with her. They do this, because whether she knows it or not, this woman will find herself, and possibly one other girl in bed with both men tonight.

Till and Richard both love each other. This is completely obvious to us now. It was a little shocking to hear them admit to the fact, though. All of us had chalked them up to fuck-buddies in the beginning. And slowly, as time passed, they began to fight and get testy and we were all ready for an explosion. Then one day they simply stopped fighting and tuned into each other perfectly. Some divine miracle and blessed these two men with what they needed.

They are in love, but this doesn't stop them from sleeping with other people. They've reached the agreement that it doesn't matter, as long as they still know who they really love. So frequently, they are seen with different people, sometimes together like right now. Always though, no matter to who they bedded with for a small time, Till and Richard would return to the bed they were sharing and sleep. They each know who their heart belongs to.

I feel a little melancholy thinking all of that. My wife, I love her, but it isn't the same and we both know it. I guess we still stay together to give our child a sense of security. If there is one person I know I love without question, it's my beautiful daughter.

I long to find somebody to care for, but I don't know where to look. Maybe I'm not supposed to look for it, but it's hard not to. When you want a drink, you go and find the bar. My musing is interrupted when Paul has lost Oliver somewhere in this dark mass of people. He says,"Hey, what's up Flake? You look bored."

I shrug and say,"Don't I always, Paul?" A question for a question. But I recieve no answer. The guitarist starts to chatter about some television show he'd watched a few days ago and I follow vaguely. Soon we both grow bored and Paul asks if I want to go outside.

It's warm outside and the streetlights are breaking up the darkness almost violently. Richard and Till swagger out of the club, leaning on each other like they're drunk, but it's clear they aren't. What suprises me and apparently Paul too, is that there aren't any girls with them. They just grin at us and make their way off, undoubtedly to the hotel.

I decide to leave and Paul follows me like a shadow. I don't really care and I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose.

Paul and I arrive back to the hotel and are walking down the hall to our rooms when we hear giggling emerging from behind the door of the room belonging to Richard and Till. Paul looks at me with an eyebrow raised and an amused look upon his round face. I feel a smile working at my lips.

Paul inches closer and whispers,"Hey, I'm Richard." The shorter man did an uncanny impression of the laugh that came from past that door and I can't help but laugh. Suddenly, the door opens and Richard is standing there with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

"I know you were making fun of me, I'd know my laugh anywhere," he says teasingly.

Paul says innocenty,"I'm sorry, Richard. I wasn't mocking."

The look on my face says "bull-shit" for me, I don't have to open my mouth. "I'm about to go to bed."

Richard shrugs and says,"Well if you want, you guys can come in and talk with us."

I'm wearing the "bull-shit" look once again.

Richard glowers and says,"Yeah, we were just talking."

Paul seems to decide for me as well as himself. He says,"Alright," and litterally pulls me into the room with him.

Till is sitting against the wall at the top of the bed waiting for Richard. Paul and I settle on the foot of the bed and Richard clambers up next to Till. Till presses a button on the television remote and turns on a music channel, more for background noise than entertainment.

I stare at Richard resting his head against Till's chest and say,"Why didn't you bring anyone back tonight? I saw you two with a couple of girls tonight."

Till shrugs his enormous shoulders and says,"We just decided to not bring them back with us."

I just nod. We stare blankly at the TV for awhile until I notice Richard rubbing Till's large leg with his hand. I watch his slender hand trailing higher and higher until it settles just slightly against Till's crotch. Till slides his hand over Richard's shoulder and down to his bare chest, stroking it. They continue in this almost subtle, teasing pattern.

I can't stop from looking at this sight. I'm almost shocked, because I find that watching my two friends like that is very hot to me. Richard has scooted up within reach of Till's mouth and Till has taken the hint instantly, lowering his lips onto Richard's.

My pants are embarrassingly tight in the crotch and I'm silently praying that no one notices. It's mainly Paul that I'm worrying over, for Richard and Till are too absorbed in pretending to be conjoined twins joined at the lips to notice anything. Richard sighs softly as Till drags a large paw over his lover's inner thigh and I bite my lip.

My gaze flickers to Paul, who is watching the two men a foot away with interest. Paul looks interested in almost everything usually, but I know he's certainly interested in this. I know because I'm staring at the bulge in his pants, and I'm interested in that. Either Paul has an excellent porno flick playing in his brain, or he likes what he sees. And I'm voting for the latter, even if I'm wrong, because I'm not going to be the only one of us two who likes it.

I nearly jump out of my skin when Paul lays his small hand on my leg. My eyes widen behind my glasses and he smiles at me. "I don't think either of us want to be left out," Paul says playfully. He's right by my face, pressing warm, smiling lips to my pale cheek tenderly.

All I can think is how I can't believe I'm doing this as my mouth meets Paul's. I snake a thin arm up and rest my hand on the back of Paul's choppy cap of hair. I feel Paul's moist tongue tracing my lips and sliding through to touch mine. I am suprised at the feeling low in my stomach as our tongues touch, first cautiously, then more insistently.

We break off slowly, and he's smiling mischeiviously at me. I look at Till and Richard who are dry-humping and murmuring to each other softly. Paul follows my gaze and I watch his eyes darken slightly. I'm still dumbfounded that I'm in this situation, but it's not entirely unwelcome. Paul pulls my face closer to his and our lips meet again.

I respond more quickly this time, suprising myself and Paul by gripping the short man's ass. He makes a small sound in his throat and I like it.

The bed shifts and I jump and break the connection between my lips and Paul's when someone touches my back. It's Richard, and Till is behind him, kissing his shoulder with his eyes closed. Paul is breathing hard from our kiss and is flushed.

I'm caught off guard when Till grabs my arm and drags me closer to his massive body, Richard turning to face him. I start to object, until he covers my lips with his. His tongue slides through to stroke mine and I'm mildly shocked.

My astonishment grew, along with my erection, when a third pair of lips joined. I part my eyelids to see that it's Richard who is working his way into the kiss. His tongue snakes into my mouth, joining Till's and I moan softly.

Someone is unbuttoning my shirt, it feels like Richard's graceful hands. I feel embarrassed when the fabric leaves my body, but suddenly a bare chest is against my back. I know it's Paul. He's got one finely muscled arm around my waist, molding himself against me, his other hand traveling over my chest and down to settle on my uncomfortable crotch.

I groan from the contact and the kiss breaks off slowly. All of us panting, even Paul is just from sheer excitement. Nobody has spoken a single word, but the silence isn't unpleasant. Richard has stood up and shucked off his pants and sidled back alongside Till. The tent in his shorts is very noticable, and Richard gives me a pleased look upon catching my gaze's direction.

Looking almost competitive, Paul rises from the bed, and quickly removes his pants, resting his hand on my leg possessively. I don't stop him, and somehow even though this is such a small gesture, I feel like I am signing myself over to this by letting him.

Till turns to Paul now, giving his mouth a thorough kiss and I feel almost jealous, but I'm not sure of who. Richard touches my neck softly and whispers close to my ear,"Is this good Flake? "

I nod slowly and manage to get out a vocal agreement. I'm not lying, this is very good. Paul is extracting Till of his shirt and pants quickly. I'm wondering how the four of us even got to this point in the first place. Richard is mirroring Paul by undoing my own pants and helping me out of them.

I have a rare moment of dominance flicker through me as I press my hand to Richard's swollen groin. The fabric of his boxers are warm and bulging against my hand. We kiss and I'm suprised that my glasses haven't been knocked off and crushed.

Richard reaches up and removes my glasses, blurring my sight while I tug his member out of his shorts. When did I become so uninhibited? Richard moans as I touch him tentatively, pressing my hand against him harder. He kisses the tip of my nose, then my cheek and I stroke his length, listening to his excited breathing.

I can see Till's fuzzy image behind Richard. I feel his large fingers brushing mine as we both touch Richard's cock. Paul slides up behind me, and I feel his calloused hands closing around me. Richard is moving back and forth, practically doing the work for me and Till, who is using Richard's motions to help himself make up for lack of touch.

This reminds me of Paul, who is touching himself with one hand. I ease one of my own hands from Richard's skin and turn slightly to reach Paul's stiff erection more easily. He buries his face against my shoulder and I feel his lips curving into a smile there. I whimper quietly as Paul quickens his pace on my swollen flesh.

Richard is moaning and tensing as he comes, jetting the liquid over mine and Till's fingers. He sighs and closes a hand around my wrist and one around Till's, bringing both of our digits to his moist mouth, suckling the fluid off. I hear my own groans mingling with Till's panting.

Till tugs Richard away and I'm left with Paul, not that I mind. He says,"Take off your shorts for me," and I get up to do so. When the fabric leaves my narrow hips and exposes my pale skin, I cannot believe that I'm not embarrassed. Paul murmurs,"Come here," and I can hear the adoration in his voice.

We kiss and lean back unti we're on the bed, bodies pressing together. The feeling of our erections touching and rubbing together is exhilirating, causing us both to moan into the embrace of our lips.

When we separate, Till is laid back with Richard's head bobbing between the singer's bent legs. His large fingers are ensnared in Richard's dark, mussed hair and the guitarist is scratching Till's abdomen with his long nails, his moans audible from around Till's dick. The vibration of the cries pushes Till too far and the large man thrusts into Richard's mouth, emptying himself with a groan.

They lay slumped against each other, eyes shut. Paul touches my inflamed skin, tearing my attention away from my two friends. My hand touches Paul's muscled chest and I kiss his throat, feeling him swallow. Our members are rock-hard pressed together.

Till and Richard aren't done with each other yet. They're making out again, then they're parting and Richard is between Till's large legs again, hoisting the singer's ankles onto his shoulders.

I move down to Paul's crotch and turn so his face is even with my groin, as well. All of our self-consciousness is so long gone as each of us takes the other's member into our mouth. Sparks of pleasure fizzle in me as Paul's mouth sucks me from base to tip, tongue sliding against me torturously.

I take all of his erection into my own mouth and suck the guitarist hard, touching his balls carefully. He starts thrusting gently into my mouth and I let a moan escape from around Paul's length. Our pace increases and I feel all of the stimulation I've received taking its toll as I start to orgasm. I cry out rather loudly as small stars actually begin to form behind my eyelids and I pour my seed into Paul's mouth. He doesn't hold out much longer, and I swallow the liquid that fills my mouth.

It tastes rather badly and I fumble for my glasses, putting them on. I can see Paul coughing and grimacing. The face he's making is terribly adorable and I think I may have more than I bargained for. He smiles at me almost shyly. Oh no. I'm certain now. I'm in love.

Richard and Till and moving together, nearing the end. Till pushes his hips up to meet Richard's and Till shoots his load over his stomach. Moments later, Richard's yells announce that he's through. They collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing hard.

I draw Paul's short frame against me and smile with my revalation. If I was looking for love, I was looking in the wrong places. I found it in my friend and by the look in Paul's eyes, he's found it too.