funny_herman | The day after.

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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*chuckling, he blinks slowly and briefly lowers his eyes to watch Victor's finger stroke his skin; raising his eyes again he meets his gaze, his smile turning into a slight smirk*

That I can certainly still keep.

*encouraged, he lets his hand linger near to Herman's face for another moment. He returns the smirk and strokes his thumb down the center of Herman's bottom lip before touching his chin. He feels the stubble there, thinking that it would be easy to just curl his fingers around the back of his neck and pull him closer. He drops his hand.*

Good.

*he flushes slightly when Victor's thumb grazes his bottom lip, and his jaw inadvertently goes a bit slack at his touch; as he watches Victor's hand fall to his side, he absently runs the tip of his tongue over the spot where his thumb had just brushed against*

Well. *with a faint smile, glancing up into Victor's eyes before he coyly turns away and resumes speaking as if nothing had happened* In addition to being a band member, you would have to take up some duties around the club. *he slowly wanders back out into the main room of the club* Mostly just tending the bar, or cleaning up after closing time.

*never one to back away from such a clearly stated challenge, he doesn't bother to supress his wolfish grin. He narrows his eyes, watching the pink tip of Herman's tongue flicking over the place where he'd touched him, wondering if he can taste him. But he remains standing where he is as Herman turns to walk towards the main room. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he leans against the pole holding up the bar upon which the costumes dangle from their hangers, feeling it curve and roll over his spine as he shifts slightly. He can hear Herman talking about extra duties, noticing that he's moving as a slower pace than normal. He stays there for a moment longer, watching him walk away, waiting*

*Herman turns on his heel, his voice trailing off when he notices that Victor hasn't followed him out; he cocks an eyebrow at him*

Are you listening? Remember what I said about earning your keep. It just will not do if you can't follow orders. *he clearly enunciates the last three words, pausing between them, emphasizing them slightly, all with a cool look in his blue eyes and a curl of his lip*

*he hangs his head, chuckling to himself, but he doesn't let Herman see. Bending, he snags the handle of the trumpet case and carries it along with him and he approaches him. Coming to stand within inches of him, he meets that level blue gaze with his own. He pauses, breathing in his breath, slowly measuring him with his eyes.*

You'd be surprised how well I follow your orders.

*with his voice husky, he quirks a brow to underline the word "your".*

In fact, you won't have any trouble out of me, unless you wanted it.

*he cants his head just so, as if indicating that he might kiss him squarely on the mouth.*

And, you might just want it.

*his eyes sweep over the lines of Victor's face, the angles of his cheekbones, the stubble on his chin and over his upper lip; with a small smile, he tilts his head the opposite way*

*in just above a whisper, his breath warm against Victor's lips* If you give me trouble, Herr Biologist, I'll be sure to give it right back.

*his lips part into a inviting smile and for a brief moment, he contemplates his situation. He wants to be rational. He wants to fight through his raging arousal so that he can think clearly. But looking into those beautiful blue eyes, he's already lost. He puts the instrument case down with a solid clunk and moves back a half-step. With his face burning, hot with excitement and anticipation, he reaches forward and slides his hand lightly over Herman's flank, right above where his shirt is tucked into his slacks. He curls his fingers slightly. He breathes a long sigh and his eyes are soft when he looks up again*

Then I want trouble...

*he says very softly, and pulls Herman closer*

The day after.

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