The day after.

[funny_herman]

Danny's bed was not so uncomfortable after all... Now why on earth did I even doubt that?

I could not help but straighten things out a little, just a bit. Just some items on his table and on his dresser. That was all. And I made the bed even though I know full well that it will promptly be unmade once Danny returns.

On the way back to the Klub, I stop at a nearby café for a late breakfast of coffee and a danish. As I eat at a window table, I wonder if Fraulein Kost is all right. Should I pay her a visit? I highly doubt that she would be pleased to see me, of all people. I pass on the decision for the time being.

Hopefully Ophilia is feeling better today. Hopefully Frankie's neighbors were not kept awake all night. And hopefully Victor... Well, I'm not sure what I hope for Victor just yet. I try to keep from smiling as I think of his smooth American drawl. ...Quite honestly, it makes me want to melt.

Shaking myself free of all that, I finish my breakfast and leave the café. It is a brisk day and I walk quickly with my hands deep in my pockets. Upon arriving at the Klub, I push the door open, and the sound of piano notes hits my ears before they abruptly stop. I close the door and make my way through the room, shedding my jacket, and I see Victor alone on the stage.

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*The sound of the door opening and then shutting brings him out of his muse. He turns his head, half expecting to see Ophilia rushing in, in search of something she may have left behind. Unfortunately, for his knee, which he promptly smacks against the underside of the piano in his haste to get up and pretend that he hadn't been sitting there at all, it isn't her.*

*He leans casually against the side of the piano and watches as Herman takes off his jacket and walks across the room.*

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*draping his jacket across his arm as he nears the stage, he raises his hand in a wave*

Hallo, Victor. Please, do continue playing if you wish. Don't let me stop you.

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*he returns the wave in greeting*

Ah, no, I was just messing about there. Not playing anything. It's been a long time.

*he shrugs and slips his hands into his pockets wondering where all his courage went. He hangs back, almost hiding behind the piano feeling shabby and unpresentable in his old clothing. He strokes an absent finger over one of the keys, pressing it down lightly, but not enough to strike a string.*

It's ah, not really my instrument, this. More of a brass man, myself.

*He peers down at Herman from his vantage point on the stage and smiles at the very pleasant view*

I see you made it to your friend's flat ok.

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*smiles and nods, absently running a hand through his hair* Oh, yes, and I had a rather restful night, too, even though I'd never slept in his bed before. *inadvertently turns a little pink at his own word choice, but lets it slip with a very slight smirk*

*he makes his way past the tables and chairs toward one side of the stage* Hmm, brass, you say? Do you have an instrument of your own? If not, there are some old instruments backstage that somehow got left behind. Maybe there's something that can be salvageable.

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*At the mention of the instruments, his brown eyes brighten and he comes from around the side of the piano, moving closer to the edge of the stage. *

No, I don't have one. The last one I had was my uncle's and I haven't a clue as to where it is now. But, it would be really swell to see what you got. Will you show me?

I have to admit, when you told me about your band I got really excited. I never played in a band, but it shouldn't be too hard to go from solo to a group, right?

*he plays with the coins in his pocket, flipping them about with his fingers*

And, I guess that you're gonna be looking for an audition from me, yea?

*he casts a pointed look at Herman from the corners of his eyes*


I don't know about playing for you right now, I'll have to practice a little, get my fingers back, but I could um... you know... sing a little.

*he opens his hands, spreading them out in front of him a bit hesitantly and adds hastily.*

I mean, if you want to. I don't want to hold you up from what you have to do.

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*flashes him a lopsided smile* Well, first let's see if we have anything you can play, shall we? Come this way.

*as he walks past the stage, he motions for him to descend a short flight of steps hidden in the wings, and then leads him to the area backstage; it's dark, so he flicks a switch that turns on a dim, yellowed bulb, revealing disheveled racks of costumes, storage chests, and an array of instrument cases*

You can have a look through these. I suppose we'll have some sort of audition, but nothing formal, just so I can see what you can do. Can you read music, by any chance?

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*He follows without a word, and stands behind him as he turns on the overhead light. Highly aware how close he's standing to him beneath the dingy light, he can't help grinning to himself, wondering what would happen if he just slid his fingers into the waist band of Herman's slacks where the shirt rumples up just a little at the curve of his spine. But, he stops himself and covers his leer by coughing lightly into his fist.*

Yea, I can read music. Dabble a little in writing too. I'm definitely no Mozart though. But, I can't wait to show you what I can do.

*He clears his throat, studies the costumes and then lets his gaze fall over the haphazard pile of graying handled cases. Moving around Herman, he kneels before the piles and searches through the larger ones. To his surprise, after flipping open the third one, he finds a tarnished trumpet.*

Hell, yes. I found it.

*he murmurs to himself, running his fingers over the valves. The bell is slightly dented and the mouthpiece looks like it's seen better days, but he picks it out of the red velvet lining anyway. The scent of stale saliva hits his nose and he chuckles and glances over his shoulder at Herman*

Smells just like my old one.

*He works the three keys up and down. They move stiffly at first and then more easily as he depresses them, making that familiar muted clacking sound. The spit valve is stuck closed, but he's sure it'll open with a little oil.*

*Picking up the mouthpiece with his other hand, he licks his lips and blows lightly into the small hole there. It vibrates slightly in his hand and he closes his palm about it. He holds it for a moment, and then feeling self-conscious with someone standing behind him, he replaces the instrument and closes the lid of the case.*

That one'll do.

*He straightens and gives Herman a slow pleased smile. He then turns to investigate the costumes again, intrigued by the sequins and feathered boas.*

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*he stands with his jacket casually draped over his shoulder, his other hand in his pocket, as he watches Victor sort through the instrument cases, smiling when he finds a trumpet he can use*

Excellent, then. I trust you to get it into working order, as I have no experience with instruments you blow. *smirks*

As for your stage costume, I think you ought to know that the men usually wear black trousers and very little else, except perhaps a bowtie or suspenders for effect. Oh, and makeup. But we'll get to all that some other time. I don't think we're going to have a rehearsal today anyway because most of the band probably haven't recovered from last night.

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*he turns around to face Herman, a half-grin quirking the corner of his mouth thinking that finding the trumpet was good, but still half wanting the cornet. He mulls over "instruments that you blow" and is loath to twist something that came out of such an innocent mouth*

*Besides, he thinks, Ophilia told you to put a leash on it.*

Makeup!?

*he says after a moment, a bit startled*

I have to wear makeup? How do you think I would look in makeup?

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*his heart pounding against his ribcage, his expression remains collected (if not a bit flushed) as he slips his hand out of his pocket and lays it on the side of Victor's neck, his thumb resting on his pulsepoint; leaning forward without hesitation, he brings his mouth to meet Victor's in a soft kiss, slowly caressing his lips and relishing the feel of his stubble against his skin; after a few moments, he gently breaks the kiss and murmurs:* Is that enough trouble or shall we make some more?

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*he quickly licks his lips and without a word he loops his arm about Herman's waist and insistently draws him hard against his body. He moans softly, breath rushing out of him as he kisses him again, drawing back only to move in again, sucking gently on his bottom lip, licking it as he holds it between wicked nips of his teeth. He slides one hand up his spine and with one last kiss to that rosy mouth, he draws back and rests his forehead against Herman's. *

God... anymore trouble like that, and I'm liable to fall down.

*he starts to chuckle and closing his eyes, he can't seem to stop himself*

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*startled but thrilled by Victor's fervent kisses, he lets his mouth go slack under his; his jacket slips from his grasp and his hand travels up Victor's arm and over his shoulder to grasp the back of his head, running his fingers through his dark hair and pressing him closer*

*after Victor breaks the kiss and begins to chuckle, Herman smiles*

Well, you asked for it. And what's so funny?

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*Relishing the feel of fingers in his hair, he hugs him a little closer, if that is at all possible. He strokes his hand back down the groove of Herman's spine and tucks his fingers into the waist band of his slacks at the small of his back. He stares down at his wet bottom lip and then at the exposed curve of a collar bone that peeks out from beneath an unbuttoned shirt collar. He bites his own lip between his teeth and without stepping back, keeping his forehead against Herman, his soft laughter trails off.*

I did ask for it, didn't I.

*he reaches up with his free hand and toys with the shirt collar, brushing it aside to smooth his thumb along the jutting bone. The skin is flushed there and he gives in to the temptation by dropping a moist kiss to the warm flesh. He draws back finally.*

And, I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at ya, I was... just so relieved and thrilled, I guess, that you didn't push me away. I was expecting it, you know? Right up to the last minute. I was expecting you to laugh in my face and shove me off. I even had my excuse ready, just in case you did.

*He looks up into Herman's eyes and gives him a small smile*

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*when Victor bends to kiss his collarbone, he can't help but tilt his head back a bit, his eyelids fluttering closed for the duration of the brief contact of lips on skin; his heart still pounding, he takes a few deep breaths before exhaling a sigh, lowering his hands, skating them down his neck and chest to rest at his waist*

Well, for one thing, I rarely ever laugh in people's faces. And I don't think there is anyone here who in their right mind would shove you off in the first place. *his eyebrow twitches and his lip curls in a slight smirk* Just curious, though: what would've been your excuse?

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*relaxing against Herman, he continues to toy with his collar, spreading the fine layer of saliva over his collar bone with his thumb. He pauses for an instant, taking in the smirk and the amused blue eyes. He bares his teeth just a bit and without answering just then, he leans in again and kisses the corner of his mouth. He lets his lips linger there until he feels Herman's mouth go soft, and feels the soft slither of his warm breath against his skin again. He flicks out his tongue, quickly lapping at his bottom lip before taking his mouth in a lingering, possessive kiss.*

*lifting his head for a breath, surprised at how light headed he's feeling, he meets his eyes again and smiles.*

I ain't much, but you're fucking amazing. I gotta thank my lucky... something that I met you.

*As he speaks, he reaches up and smooths his fingers over Herman's fair hairline.*

And my excuse? Well... after your fist met my face, I would have pled insanity. Momentary lapse in sanity due to your smoldering hot looks.

*he holds his straight face for a little while before dissolving into another chuckle*

But, it sounds pretty awful now that I say it out loud. If I were you, I wouldn't have bought it.

*his expression turns curious suddenly.*

Would you have bought it?

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*The only thought coursing through his mind as Victor's mouth meets his again is "Mein Gott, what an incredible kisser." He's left with his head spinning after the kiss is broken, his fingers curling in Victor's shirt.*

*chuckling at Victor's admission, he shakes his head* I would not have bought it either. Modesty prevents me from doing so.

*he brings a hand around his waistline to tug at the front of his trousers, deftly undoing the top button, before smoothly slipping out of his grasp to pick his jacket up off the floor and turning to head toward the stairs*

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*he stands there for a moment longer, lightly touching his tingling lips and watching Herman walk away. A contented smile crosses his face*

I could get used to that...

*he says aloud to himself before grabbing his instrument case and following the tall German.*

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*Herman grips the bedsheets as he feels Victor's mouth travel down his throat and over his chest, arching his back and uttering a throaty groan. Lying back a bit dazedly, he lets him pull his trousers off, and watches the sinewy movements of his upper body with heavy-lidded eyes.*

*When Victor strokes him teasingly with a wet finger, he nearly comes right there and then, but holds his breath and bites his lower lip to stop himself.*

*He reaches up and takes Victor's face in his hands, his fingers curling tightly in his dark hair, holding his head steady and looking him in the eye, his voice low and lilting:* I don't care how you fuck me, just fuck me, and if you don't fuck me now, my dear boy, I shall have to fuck you myself. *and he grabs his lower lip in his mouth in a brief, rough kiss*

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*he smiles sinfully down at him as he breaks the kiss and shoving Herman flat to the bed again, he takes just a moment to decide his course of action. But, he knows what they both want has no patience for gentleness. They will have time for that later. He says nothing when he rubs his hands over Herman’s firm thighs and rakes his blunt nails over the hot skin. He grasps his hips and jerks him to the edge of the bed, nudging his legs apart as he moves between them. *

* with light fingers, he strokes the glistening pre-cum over his quivering erection, hissing in a slow satisfied breath of arousal and anticipation. There is just so much teasing he himself can take, and the touch of his own fingers is enough to drive him to the edge. Backing off a bit, he licks his fingers, slicking them and reaches down between Herman’s tense thighs. *

* tantalized by the sight before him, he bends his head to swipe the flat of his tongue up one side and swirl down the other. Not wanting to hurt him, he uses the distraction to prepare him with his fingers. His enthusiastic moans are muffled by the hot slick flesh filling his mouth. Licking his lips, he rears back and grabs his own swollen cock to guide it into the dusky opening. He pushes forward, feeling Herman’s body tighten as if in surprise and he wait for the other man to grow accustomed to him before he thrusts home. *

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*Herman rolls his eyes back and his eyelids flutter closed, licking his lips as he pants heavily, his entire body trembling with arousal as Victor's tongue slithers over his parted thighs, and he inhales a sharp gasp when he feels his wet fingers tentatively explore him. His head lolling dazedly to the side, he opens his eyes a fraction and sees Victor preparing to enter him, transfixed by the sight of his beautifully powerful erection in his hand.*

*Before he knows it, there is a hot, searing sensation between his legs and he shuts his eyes again, uttering a gasping cry and clutching at the bedsheets, every muscle in his body clenching tightly. After a few moments he begins to relax, though still gasping shallowly, his knuckles white. He can feel Victor, thick and pulsating inside him.*

*Bracing himself, he pants breathily:* Deeper, Victor...deeper...

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*he digs his fingers into Herman's narrow hips, his breathing heavy, gasping, matching his lover's, breath for breath. He bows his head, feeling a tremor beginning in his tight thighs, and running like liquid fire up his hunched back. He can feel his peak rushing up so quickly that it takes every measure of his being to keep it at bay. He wants to wait, has to wait, to hold it off, until he can fuck the beautiful German into senselessness. Widening his stance, he surges forward again, plunging harder and deeper into Herman's body. He feels him clench about him and he throws his head back, crying out his name.*


*Sliding his hands beneath Herman's legs again, he thrusts again into the maddeningly, hot, tight channel. He manages to open his eyes, brown eyes meeting blue and he feels his lips parting into an almost savage grin. The arch and roll of Herman's hips sends an explosion of stars behind his eyes and he gives a low gravelly moan of satisfaction. He watches as Herman grips the bed covers, almost jealous that those elegant hands aren't holding on to him, clenching and biting into his skin, marking him with little patterns of bruises. *

God... it's so... oh... so good!

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*When Victor plunges deeper into him, Herman throws his head back and cries out again, the corners of his lips pulled back in an open-mouthed smile, nearly seeing stars as he blinks up at the ceiling. Looking back down at Victor again, he follows the lines of his body as he thrusts in and out of him, the glow of pleasure on his chiselled face.*

*With a shuddering sigh, he spreads his knees as far as they will go and hooks his ankles around the back of Victor's legs, locking him in position, and raising his own hips upwards. A spasm of ecstasy suddenly grips him as he does this, as the angle causes Victor to hit the mark, and he squeezes his muscles even tighter around him. He reaches for Victor, hands gripping his forearms and literally pulling him in.*

*gasping:* Oh God... Yes...! More!

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*The rhythm of his hips falters just a bit at Herman's demands, but he continues, feeling the rise of heat and fire tightening his chest. He won't last long at this point, but it's what they both need and he knows it. Herman is slick now, the sweat gleaming on the taut muscles of his chest and belly and he smiles at his expression that seems to border on anguish and pain. But, from the look in his eyes he's sure he's beyond pain now. The change in the angle of his hips tilts him forward just a bit and makes it easier to slide even deeper and he's taken completely, giving himself over to the raging lust wrung from hard muscle. Unashamed of his desire, open mouthed, he moans again, staring down at the German's neglected cock, jerking invitingly with every undulating motion.*

*Slowing his thrusts just a bit, enough to make him focus again, he grasps one of Herman's hands and brings it up to his mouth. He licks his palm and all over his fingers, sucking them each in turn. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he murmurs:*

Touch yourself. I want to watch.

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*The request brings a subtly wry smile to his lips. Relaxing most of his body, he closes his eyes and slowly runs the tip of his moist middle finger up the underside of his stiffened cock -- he shudders and arches his back, clenching his muscles and feeling Victor throbbing within him. Coming down again, he encircles his cock with his slender fingers, giving himself a gentle squeeze before slowly sliding his hand up and down the shaft. A breathy moan escapes his lips, feeling the pressure building in his groin. He reactively begins to rock his hips, his palm pressing downwards, his fingers sliding over hot, hard flesh slick with spit.*

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*he sucks his bottom lip, mesmerized by the motion of Herman's hand over his cock, and he feels himself losing the last vestiges of his restraint. Leaning forward, he again changes the angle of his thrusts, searching for that sweet spot inside him. It's unmistakable when he strikes it, for Herman nearly shoots upright with a wild cry. He relishes the reaction, feeling his erection harden even more. He does it again and again until he can feel the legs that are locked around him, spasm uncontrollably. He drops his head and sweat stings his eyes. He can taste the salt on his lips, but it only adds to his pleasure.*

*he tries to match the roll of Herman's hips and the rhythm of his hand. Every downward stroke, he jerks his own hips up, plunging hard into the now slippery passageway. The pleasure is overwhelming and he's teetering on the fringe of rational thought. He watches his face, watches the whites of his eyes showing through half closed lids and it's too much. He's trembling now, panting, hoping to God that he'll be able to keep from screaming when he reaches his climax. With slick hands, he tightens his hold on Herman's hips, anchoring him, using him for leverage as he begins pumping in and out of him in earnest.*