funny_herman | The day after.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

*Leaning up against the door, Herman can hear in his head the lightly mocking but all-too truthful "I told you so" of the Emcee, as he's torn between his usual nature and his desire -- and what that desire might lead him to. Victor was unlike any other man he'd met in a long time. And up until a few minutes ago, he thought he knew what he wanted from him -- now he wasn't so sure. His mind is suddenly awhirl with conflicting emotions, and he quickly swallows his panicked uncertainty.*

*lowers his eyes, with a sigh* You're right...

*Scheiße! that wasn't what he wanted to say*

I mean... *shakes his head* Verdammt, I feel so foolish.

*again, not what he wanted to say aloud*

*as soon as the words leave his mouth and as soon as he sees the resulting reaction, he knows he's lost his chance. With his heart sinking in his chest, he draws away. Putting his hands into his pockets again he moves over to the bed. The shades are still down and the approaching pale afternoon light spills through the seams about the window coverings. He sits on the bed and leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs. He stares at the floor and shakes his head, muttering something to himself.*

Don't feel that way. Don't feel foolish. I'm full of it.

*he lifts his head and looks at Herman.*

I'm full of shit, Herman, I really am sometimes. You know, I say these things to people thinking that, "yea, that sounds right, say that and that'll make them think you're an upright kinda guy". But, I'm not. I'm not upright, and I'm not patient.

*he chuckles a bit, finding only a little mirth in the situation.*

I sounded like I could wait, didn't I? I even convinced myself that I could wait for you. But, I can't. I...

*he gets up again, but doesn't move from the edge of the bed.*

I get attached too fast, you know? I sleep with you, and then that's it! You'll have me by the nose. I barely know you, and yet, here I am wondering what it would be like to wake up next to you in the mornings. Mama always said, "ten seconds or ten years, chemistry is chemistry". I never knew what the hell that meant until I met you. I've never met anyone like you. You're just... amazing.

*he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it into a disarray.*

I don't mean to hurt you, Herman and I'm not turning you down. I do want you but I also want to go out with you and shoot some stick and get wasted and shit like that.

*spreading his hands out in front of him he looks pleadingly at the man still leaning against the door. He sighs and looks away, his voice sounding shy and hopeful when he speaks again:*

What do you want from me?

*for some reason, as Herman listens to Victor's words a lump forms in his throat and he swallows hard to dislodge it, and he's unable to look at him full-on; he crosses his arms, the fingers of one hand pressing his bottom lip against his teeth as he worries it, taking deep breaths and wondering how this ever happened...*

*at Victor's question, his eyes flicker up to look at him; his brow knitted, and still nibbling at his lower lip, an inadvertent smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he says in a small, almost timid voice, hoping to relieve the tension and awkwardness:*

Um... a good... hard... fuck? Perhaps?

*he feels the muscles in his back relax and he releases the breath he didn't know he was holding. Smoothing a hand over his hair he feels an answering smile crossing his lips. Quietly he approaches the man by the door. Standing close again, he lifts a hand and slowly caresses the side of his face with the backs of his fingers.*

Sweet Herman...

*He leans closer, curling his fingers about the back of his neck and gently kisses his cheek. A surge of heat in his chest catches him off guard and he moves his head to capture his lips in a long kiss. His hand presses against Herman's chest and holds him there against the door for a moment before trailing down to his waist and then over the front of his slacks. With a sly grin, he notices that he's still hard and squeezing his fingers over the bulge he finds there, he lifts his head and looks into his glittering blue eyes.*

Is that an order? 'Cuz, I'm good at following orders.

*his heart racing wildly, he blocks everything else out and focuses solely on the man before him*

Yes. Yes, it is.

*and with that he grips the back of Victor's neck with one hand to pull him into a rough kiss, the fingers of his other hand deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one; he slides his palm around his waist to grasp at the bare skin on his back, while his tongue finds its way into his mouth*

*he pulls back from Herman, only just enough to yank off his shirt and throw it carelessly aside, before he clenches his fingers in his shirt and jerks him away from the door. He opens his mouth to his kiss, letting his tongue slip and dance over the one seeking his warmth as he stumbles backwards until he feels the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed. He has to laugh at himself, at his earlier futile attempts to deny himself what he really wanted. He only manages to unbutton a few more buttons of Herman's shirt before he's distracted by the enticing length of his throat. He closes his arms about his upper back and lowers his mouth to lick and bite at the throbbing pulse point.*

*Bruising him, yes... that's what he wants to do and he sucks the hot flesh between his teeth*

*his hands gripping Victor's upper arms, he utters a sharp gasp and a breathy yes when he feels his teeth raking over his throat, his fingers digging into his skin; unable to bear it any longer, he pushes Victor back onto the bed and falls flush on top of him, his glazed eyes meeting his briefly before he returns the favor and grazes his teeth and tongue hungrily up the side of his neck*

*feeling that familiar ache beginning to pool in his groin when Herman's weight presses him into the spongy mattress, he lifts both hands to cradle his head as he suckles the vulnerable skin of his neck. He writhes beneath him, a shudder rippling through him as each touch of his teeth and tongue sends jolts of white lightning through his body.*

*But always in the mood to tease, he clenches his fingers in Herman's soft blond hair and pulls his head back, baring the smooth sweat moist arch of his throat again. In the dim light he can see where the flesh is just starting to bruise and with a throaty moan of delight, he uses his weight to shove him over onto his back. The springs in the mattress squeak in response. *

*He straddles Herman's legs and without a word he finishes unbuttoning his rumpled shirt, pushing it out of the way to expose more pale flesh. Bending down to him, keeping his face a mere breath away, he slides his hand between their bodies to undo Herman's trousers. Kissing him hard, he growls against his lips:*

Are you ready for me, Mein Herr?

*It's been a while since anybody's ever flipped him over in bed, and the sensation is dizzyingly thrilling. He reaches frantically for the fly on Victor's trousers, unbuttoning it as quickly as he can, his fingers brushing against hot, firm flesh that sends him reeling with anticipation.*

*breathily growls back into his mouth:* Fuck me. Fuck me!

*pushing his hips forward, he groans softly, gritting his teeth against the hot wave of pleasure that floods into him at Herman's touch on his throbbing erection. But, indulgently, he grabs his hands away from his fly and pins them against the bed. His breath is warm against his ear as he purrs:*

Oh, but don't worry, luvey, I will. If you think I'm gonna pass up this opportunity to savor you, you're out of your mind.

*as he speaks, he nibbles on his earlobe, sucking it between his lips before shifting to trail wet kisses down the length of Herman's throat. He kisses him down the center of his chest, pausing only slightly to flick the tip of his tongue over his pale pink nipples. Enjoying the feel of his body squirming beneath him, he laps at his belly button and hooks his fingers into the open trousers. *

*in one smooth motion, he yanks the slacks down over his hips and legs. He quickly pulls off his shoes and socks as well and lightly skates his fingertips up Herman's inner thighs as he straightens again. He pauses a moment, admiring the sight of the German's lean pale body sprawled so wantonly across the bed. Holding his gaze, he smooths his hands over his own bare chest, rolling his eyes back as he strokes across his own sensitive nipples. He watches Herman's eyes follow the trail of his hands and he pauses just before he shucks his own pants and shoes. *

*he leans over him and smiling mischievously, he dips his index finger between Herman's parted lips. Withdrawing his finger, he reaches down to trail that wet finger up the underside of Herman's stiff cock. Going down on one knee on the bed, he leans close again and whispers against his mouth:*

How do you want me to fuck you? Want my cock inside you, Herman?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The day after.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject