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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*When Victor begins to quicken his thrusts, Herman instinctively quickens his strokes. With blurry vision, he sees Victor's face, dark strands of hair falling over his forehead, dripping sweat onto his own body, a drop of it landing on his wrist as he continues to stroke himself. Movements are almost mechanical, the tightening of his muscles spasmodic, every last nerve bursting. As Victor continues to slide in and out, he feels the swirling buildup at the base of his spine, rushing down his legs and up his back like electricity. His is breath coming in short gasps now, his whole body is shaking with the impending climax, steadily driving towards it as he can barely take the mind-numbing pressure any more...*

*His climax takes him finally and with a howling cry he arches backwards, his head falling back and he slams hard into Herman, erupting deep within his willing body. He flexes his fingers on his hips, holding him still while he milks his own orgasm.*

*Still trembling and with a gasping, shaky voice he bends towards the man on the bed and croons to Herman:*

God, you're so beautiful like this... c'mon, baby, come for me.

*Triggered by Victor's release, a powerful orgasm wracks his entire body, and he arches his back clean off the bed, shoulders flexed backwards, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent scream. With a hand still gripping his cock, the cum spills out of him coating his fingers and stomach. Head spinning and breathing in deep gasps, he unhooks his legs from Victor's body, finally going limp on the mattress, completely exhausted.*

*He stands there for a moment longer watching Herman's long body uncurling from about his own, watching as the motion of his legs dropping away finally separates them. The wobbly step that he means to take forward, he inadvertently takes him backwards and he catches himself on the long side of the dresser. He closes his eyes, trying to regain his breath, and runs a shaky hand over his sweaty face. Opaque droplets of cum streak down his stomach to ooze over his thighs and he can't help smiling at the sight. Letting his eyes drift over to the quietly breathing man on his bed, he studies him for a while, admiring him as he relaxes heavily into the mattress.*

*An idea strikes him and he retrieves his washcloth from beside the wash basin. Wetting in in the cool water, he returns to Herman's side. He leans over him, still smiling warmly and gently kisses his forehead and then his mouth. He runs the wet cloth over his hot face and then down over the red and purple colored bruises beginning to show on the curve of his throat. He bends and lightly kisses those too, giving him a nip just for good measure.*

*He cleans his chest and belly and then the hand that rests across his stomach before rinsing the cloth and sponging himself clean. With a satisfied sigh, which suddenly blends into a yawn, he stretches across the bed on his stomach, and pillows his head on his crossed arms. He has no words to say, so he merely closes his eyes.*

*Too drained to move anything, he lets Victor run the cloth over his face and body, eyes closed and smiling faintly at his kisses. The cool dampness evaporating off his skin revives him a bit, and his eyes slowly blink open as Victor stretches out on the bed beside him. He lays there for a few silent moments, listening to him breathe, his body radiating heat, and he is reluctant to get up and leave. But after a sigh, he sits up, and turns to stroke the back of Victor's head and gently run his fingers through his hair. He bends down and kisses the back of his neck, and then between his shoulder blades, passing his hands over his shoulders and upper arms before he turns and stands up, the mattress springs squeaking with the shift of his weight.*

*Picking his trousers up off the floor, he puts them on a little wearily, and doesn't bother to button up his shirt. He gathers up his socks and shoes and carries them in one hand, stopping to run his other hand up the slope of Victor's back, and giving his shoulder a massaging squeeze before turning to head for the door.*

*He turns over and watches him through half closed eyes. His lips lengthen into a smile.*

You don't have to go, you know.

*Aware that he's still quite naked, he gets up and walks over to him. Lifting a hand, he lightly smooths back Herman's tousled hair and trails a finger behind his ear. His smile quirks into a smirk.*

I hope what I said earlier... you know... about getting hooked, won't scare you off. I guess if I go without sex for a long stretch of time, I get a little needy. I still want to get to know you, and hopefully become your friend.

*his eyebrow twitches and he smiles faintly* Don't worry. There will be time enough to get to know each other. And I must leave, for now. The club opens in two hours.

*he takes Victor's chin in his hand and kisses the corner of his mouth; with a grin:* See you later downstairs?

*He smiles at him in return and ducks his head a bit when Herman releases his chin.*

I'll be there.

Good.

*still smiling, he turns, opens the door, and steps out into the hallway, walking away barefoot toward the staircase*

The day after.

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