Rough Wait

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I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting. My phone says that it's eleven-thirty at night. It must be right, but I wouldn't know, I've been nervous for the majority of the day. The damned hands on the clock feel like they've been stuck on purpose, taunting me.

Maybe it's revenge on me, from Till. I taunted him earlier. Not a word escaped my lips, but I teased the singer hours ago. He didn't say a word to me either, but I know that he'll be at my door in no time.

Kerrang!, that's who I have to thank for this. That damned photo shoot is all to blame. It put me in the British flag, bridle and a contact, and maybe more importantly, it put me beneath Till.

I shiver at the thought. It's not a shiver of disgust, though. I break out in goosebumps as I recall earlier. The photographer had asked Till to prop his boot on my back at first. Not so bad, I could handle that. But then, the silly photographer got Till to straddle me like I was some horse.

My arms had nearly buckled when Till sat on my back. Everyone seemed to be absent for a few moments. I could hear Till's breathing and I cocked my head to look at him.

His eyes were half-lidded. They darkened when I sank my teeth deeper into the bridle between my lips. He tugged on the reins and I whimpered slightly as I felt Till grinding against my flag-clad lower half minutely.

Those photos were torture for me to get through. Afterwards, when we were all out of the session gear we were loaded into, I could all but feel Till's gaze on me. I turned to meet his eyes and read something shifting from dark to something else unreadable.

He walked off, away from the others, and I had followed. Till was expecting me to, for he snared my arm when I got close to him. His other strong hand gripped my other arm and pulled me closer. He brought our mouths together and I braced for a rough, bruising kiss. Instead, Till kissed me softly, his lips warm on mine.

Then we parted, without a sound.

So here I am now. Sitting in this hotel room with the lights dimmed, waiting for Till. I know we will fuck, but at this point, I'm wondering how it will be. Till acted so rough through the shoot right up until we kissed. The way he yanked me closer I had expected something painful, but he changed in the blink of an eye.

My thoughts are broken as the door opens. Till. A fragment of worry splinters through my being. I keep my back turned and wait, stomach feeling shaky.

"Why don't you look at me, Richard?" Till's voice is heavy and smooth. I hear his steps coming closer until he's in my sight. I raise my eyes to meet his. We just stare at each other for a minute. After debating with myself for a moment, I reach out timidly, brushing my fingers against Till's large hand.

I'm hoping for a pretty gentle response from Till. I've never been scared of Till before. Then again, I've never been faced with a situation like this before, either.

I get what I want, thankfully. Till grasps my fingers, stroking my palm with his thumb. He continues, eyes still fixed on mine. My fingers are lifted to Till's lips slowly. He kisses them and then my palm gently. Till's lips curve upwards into a soothing smile.

I'm feeling much better by now and Till finally sits next to me. I turn towards him and he kisses me, only slightly rougher than earlier. He tugs his lips away and latches them on my neck. They travel, licking in some places, his teeth start grazing the flesh there faintly. Tendrils of longing unfurl in my stomach and chest. I shiver and slide my arms up around his neck. This is perfect.

Suddenly, his teeth are baring into the skin. I tense up and whimper as the teeth press harder. A small groan escapes from Till's large chest. Till sucks on the tender area, tongue flicking over the welt.

Then Till kisses me gently once again. I probe his lips for access to his mouth with my tongue and he opens, our tongues touching. I suck on his full lower lip and bite down briefly, earning a groan from Till. His big hands move from their position on my back to underneath my shirt.

The short nails on one of Till's hands scrape over my chest, the red marks tingling, flooding me with adrenaline. Except for our moans and breathing, we've both been silent. But now, his lips are back on my neck, teeth grating against the teeth marks from earlier and I feel like I have to say something to make him move forwards.

The sensation feels better than it does hurt and I moan out Till's name and say,"Fuck me," I gasp as his tongue touches the mark again,"Now, Till..." His name trails off into a growl.

Till moves away from my throat and roughly yanks my shirt off and throws it. He disposes of the rest of my clothing in the same fashion. I'm incredibly hard and very anxious for him to undress and get back on the bed with me. Till finishes the task and my eyes travel over his body, taking the sight in with excitement.

My gaze locks on his chest, sliding downwards slowly to his stomach. Finally I stare at his cock, upright and hard. I feel my face heat slightly. My flush deepens when I meet Till's eyes. He had been watching me. A grin spreads on Till's face and he climbs back on the bed with me.

I grab Till's head and haul his mouth to mine, forcing my tongue into his wet mouth. My nails scratch the back of his head. Till's cock is pressing against mine, making me scratch with more force.

We roll onto our sides and I pull Till's hair. I wonder what's gotten into me, I'm doing more damage to Till than he is to me, and I was the one hoping nothing painful would happen.

He latches his lips on my chest and moves downward. My breath catches as he moves closer to my groin. Till catches my dick in his mouth, his lips sliding up and down wetly. He presses down until I feel my cock bumping the back of his throat and I groan loudly.

I pull him off and up to my mouth. We kiss more frantically this time and I sink my nails into his back, dragging them down. My fingertips are damp. I made Till bleed, but he doesn't seem to care.

He yanks me up and flips me over so quickly I barely register it. I feel Till heavy frame straddling my back. He kisses my head in an almost disturbingly sweet way considering how we're acting.

Till's lips move down my spine quickly, he slides back eventually and I feel him spreading my legs. His tongue licks my asshole and forces its way inside. I gasp loudly, partly from embarassment, but mostly from the sensation it causes.

Till moves away and I feel him moving further backwards and see him leaning to his fallen clothes. He sits up and is holding a small bottle of lube. I feel almost sigh with relief; lying here knowing we're this close was starting to make me nervous about the pain.

"I'm going to be rough enough with you anyways, Richard," Till says breathlessly and with a smile. "I really don't want to hurt you, but I know I will. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't walk straight."

The sound of Till's voice makes my stomach jump, then flood with desire for him to go through with his promise. I need to have him fuck me.

I moan with my face against the bed. "Then do it, Till. Do it now."

Till straddles me again. I hear the cap of the lube bottle being flicked opened. Till covers his cock with it and I feel a slippery finger probing my asshole. A low hum starts in my chest and turns into a whine as his finger stretches me.

"Do what, Richard?" His voice is low and provocative. I feel a second slick digit giving the first company. He starts sliding them in a slow, teasing fashion.

He twists the fingers and I cry out,"Oh fuck! Till! Fuck me, Till! That's what I want, right now!" I'm panting now and need him to listen to me.

Till's done teasing me. He removes his fingers and I feel his slick head pressing against my ass. He slides in, stretching me and I grasp the blankets tightly, biting my lip. It is painful, but Till waits long enough for me to get a little used to it. He starts pumping into me and I push back to meet him as best I can.

He gets rougher, smacking his hips against my ass. Suddenly a bolt of pure pleasure hits me as Till's cock hits something deep inside of me. I gasp loudly and he strikes it once more.

Till speeds up and almost violently, he raises up and snatches me into a sitting position. His massive chest is against my back, heaving and hot. Till continues to thrust into me and hit my prostate. I moan loudly and lean my head back onto Till's sweat slickened shoulder, panting.

Now that I'm upright, I can take care of my erection, which was previously beneath me. I close my hand around the hot flesh and start to masturbate. I pump my fist relentlessly, mouth open and my body overloaded with feelings. Till's large hand covers mine and we both bring me closer and closer to release.

He presses his lips to my neck and keeps fucking me. His sweaty chest is sliding against my back and I slam my eyes shut. I hear a growl escaping his lips as his nails dig into my upper arms, clawing their way downwards. Till's cock continues to relentlessly move me closer and closer, his hips rocking sensually against me.

Till pumps into me harder and gasps against my neck. He bites down hard and I yell out so loudly that I think I must have woken up a few people. I feel myself coming as Till hits my prostate once more, teeth baring down and a whine pushing out of his chest. I feel his hot liquid jetting into me almost simultaneously.

We collapse, sweat covered and empty. I go to the bathroom to wash my sweaty face. Till didn't disappoint me, I really can't walk straight, or at least it doesn't feel like I can. When I finish, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I have two angry, red bite marks on my throat and scratches on my arms. I can't help but smile. I feel possessed and it's a comforting feeling.

Till is still lying on the bed. He's face down and I can see that the scratches I gave him aren't bleeding like before. He smiles at me and I climb back on the bed with him, his large arm over my back. I smile and wonder who in the band will notice first. Oddly enough, I hope both of our marks scar.

We have a show tomorrow. I'm going to show off my marks onstage.