Swing Kids, Peter/Thomas fanfic & wall OOR4
Fandom: Swing Kids
Pairing: Peter/Thomas
Rating: NC17 (that's why this version isn't on FF.net)
Disclaimer: They are not mine. They belong to the moviemakers and I don't make any money out of this.
Notes: This chapter is a bit longer and holds a little surprise :D And thanksss dear rustie73
Saturday evening, Café Bismarck
Willi had left them alone, as soon as they rounded the corner of the street to where the old Café, their favourite dancing club, had been. He knew they needed to be on their own to accept the changes. In all the months they’d been back in the ruins of Hamburg, they never dared to go here.
The biggest part of the city was still destroyed. But here and there one could see new buildings growing from the old stones. It was a big sign of hope.
Earlier in the week, Willi had told them that a generous, nameless, foreign donator had given had given a rather large amount of money to the Swing Kids organization for the purpose of rebuilding this particular club.
It wasn’t as big as it had been before, but the red letters above the entrance looked almost the same, even though they weren’t electrified.
Peter held his breath, hesitating. He wanted to take Thomas’ hand but knew he couldn’t.
This time Thomas was the one who sensed his thoughts. He just laid his arm around his lover’s shoulders, as he had done so often when they were only friends. A gesture like that was normal after all.
“You still want to go in?” Thomas asked, sounding unsure himself.
Peter looked at him, thinking that he was absolutely gorgeous in Peter’s old vest and scarf, and he murmured determinedly, “Yes.” Not allowing the images of their last meeting here come to the surface. Everything was different now.
They held onto each other. It was nothing like seven years ago.
There was no music playing yet. And there were just very few people they knew from before, so it seemed. The majority was Willi’s age.
“We are not old.” Peter whispered into Thomas’ ear, who groaned and replied, “We are not.”
Willi already sat at a table and waved them over. The dance house was smaller then before, but somehow, they didn’t care.
They both felt very odd, almost uncomfortable.
“I have to go and give a welcoming speech with Marianne.” Willi stood. “We’ll be back soon.”
Thomas felt his heart beat faster and faster. He didn’t know if he should run or stay, or hide his face behind his hands. He had the odd feeling that everybody was staring at him. But of course, they weren’t. This was the new generation of Swing Kids. They didn’t know the people who lived their lives on the dance floor eight years ago. An eternity ago.
He felt a reassuring squeeze of his thigh beneath the table, hidden by the table cloth. Peter smiled at him, but Thomas didn’t miss the droplets of sweat on his temple. It sure wasn’t from heat.
“Meine sehr geehrten Damen und Herren (Ladies and Gentlemen).” Willi cleared his throat. A pretty girl stood beside him. She continued as soon as everybody was silent. “Es ist uns ein großes Vergnügen und eine Ehre, in diesen schwierigen Zeiten, Sie zur Neueröffnung des bekanntesten Tanzclubs von Hamburg zu begrüßen. (It is our great honor and pleasure, in these difficult times, to announce the reopening of the most famous dancing club of Hamburg.)” Willi was silenced momentarily as loud cheers came from the audience.
Peter couldn’t help but smile. He felt incredibly proud of his little brother.
“Bevor wir unseren ersten Tanz eröffnen, würden wir gern unserem großzügigen Sponsor, sowie all unseren Arbeitern und Freunden danken, die mithalfen, den Club aus den Ruinen wieder aufzubauen. (Before we begin our first dance, we’d like to thank our generous donator and all our workers and friends who helped to build the club again out of ruins.)” In the middle of his words, the applauding and cheering had already started again, and Thomas didn’t look so worried any more. He leaned back in his chair, applauding too.
While Marianne and Willi were speaking, four people with instruments came in from behind the curtain and sat on the chairs in the middle of the small stage.
Marianne spoke again, her voice loud, clear and cheerful, “Of course, in these times, there is not a big orchestra available, but,” and she and Willi stepped sideways, to reveal the people sitting behind them. “We are really, really happy that we got some of the best, from the United States of America. The Great Mister A and his band.”
The applause was at it’s loudest already and many people around Thomas and Peter jumped up excited.
So Thomas and Peter stood too…and that’s when their faces froze.
The musicians immediately started to play.
A violin, a trumpet…a bass, and to Thomas and Peter’s ears, a very familiar guitar.
“I…I don’t believe it.” Peter fell back into his chair, completely stunned.
Thomas, again, didn’t know if he should stay or run. He felt hot and cold all at the same time. Utter shame was consuming him. He buried his head in his hands.
Peter’s arm was around his shoulders instantly.
Thomas kept shaking his head, muttering, “So I didn’t kill him…”
Peter had tears in his eyes. He actually wanted to jump up and go onto the stage and hug his friend. But of course he didn’t do it. He was glued to his chair. He wondered briefly, if Willi knew who the Great A was all along. He did have a strange glint in his eye after all when he invited them.
Their favourite music got them immediately right down to the last cell of their bodies. They were Swing Kids after all. They sat next to each other and Peter could feel Thomas’ leg move to the fast rhythm of a well known Django Reinhardt song that Arvid and his band were playing.
Thomas’ fingers were dancing on the table. He had his eyes closed.
Most people around them were already on the dance floor, others just moved to the Swing music where they sat or stood. It really was like old times. As soon as the band started to play, the hot music swirled through the room and everybody was on fire.
And the best thing, compared to seven years ago, was that they weren’t in any danger.
Swing Music wasn’t forbidden anymore. No, it was encouraged.
Peter could see Arvid from where he sat. He looked very alive for a dead man. Helga was playing the violin and Otto was there with them too, at his old bass. The only one Peter didn’t know was the handsome guy with the trumpet.
At the end of the first song, Arvid stood, waving, “Guten Abend, Hamburg! (Good evening, Hamburg).” He yelled and was greeted by an echo of hundreds of voices. “Wir sind überglücklich wieder hier zu sein, wieder hier zu spielen! Dankeschön für die Einladung! (We’re really, really happy to be here again, to play here again! Thanks for the invitation.)” He bowed.
There were several people in the audience, shouting, “Welcome back Herr Hitman!”
Peter saw Arvid smile broadly. But the musician also seemed to look for someone on the dance floor. He let his gaze wander from side to side through the room and then slightly shook his head. Helga pulled at his sleeve and he bent down. She seemed to whisper something into his ear.
A grin appeared on his face and he said again into the microphone, “I’ve brought a lot of familiar songs along with my own. So here’s,” and Peter had the feeling Arvid was looking straight at him, “Count Basie,” he paused, then added, “For my old friends.” And they started to play “Shout and Feel it”.
Of course it didn’t sound the same way as it had when the orchestra was playing it, but Arvid’s guitar play sounded just the same, though now he could use only two fingers on his left hand.
Peter looked at Thomas, who stared at the stage. His body was already taken over by the rhythm, even while he was still sitting on his chair. He turned towards Peter and looked absolutely lost. Peter saw the battle inside of his lover. The guilt fighting with the part of Thomas who still was a Swing boy and desperately wanted to dance again.
“He hates me,” he said around the lump in his dry throat.
“No, don’t you see,” Peter pleaded. “He’s playing this for us. Come on.”
“He doesn’t even know we’re here.” Thomas tried again, though not very determined.
“I think he does.” Peter stood, bowed slightly and said lowly, reaching out his hand to pull Thomas up, “Come on, you know you can’t help it.” Thomas shook his head weakly, his body swaying anyway.
Peter bent further down, so it looked like he was whispering something into Thomas ear. But in truth he kissed him first behind it, “I’d like you to dance with me, Swing boy.” And Peter just didn’t wait any longer; the piece was short after all. He simply pulled Thomas up and steered him towards the dance floor, ignoring his slight resistance.
The people on the dance floor were already dancing in line to the electrifying music. Everybody else stood around them and applauded, all one big crowd of rhythm.
Once on the dance floor, Thomas felt completely changed. The music and the happy people all around him, the singing, cheering and shouting was like medicine to his soul. It pushed all the terrible memories of his last visit at the Café Bismarck towards the back of his mind.
Peter had forgiven him after all.
He locked gazes with Peter, falling into their favourite Swing steps already, asking, “You really wanna do that like the old days?”
“Sure.” Peter saw from the corner of his eye, that it would be their turn now, if they wanted to take the chance.
Thomas just had to look up at Arvid, who unexpectedly looked back at him just in this second. Thomas actually wanted to fall into a hole but to his surprise Arvid grinned and nodded slightly, putting in an extra solo, “for Peter and Thomas, the kings of Harlem.”
Something inside Thomas snapped into place and he let the wonderful music take over. Like in the old days, whenever they got that bold and danced together, he led Peter into the open space between all the other dancers and they just had a go at whatever steps and turns and twirls they remembered.
Everybody around them was urging them on and they didn’t feel old at all anymore.
Music, really, seemed to have a healing ability.
Once they had started, they couldn’t stop. Even though they wanted to dance with each other all the time, they didn’t have a chance. Suddenly there were several girls they had known before at their sides. Anna and Sabina just didn’t let go of Thomas. They were so glad to have their favourite dancer and a dance floor back.
Peter was stunned to see Evey there as well. But after she danced with him once, she almost apologetically introduced him to her husband. Peter made polite conversation, but soon bid his good bye. He needed a break.
He took his seat and ordered a glass of water, silently sipping on it. He thoughtfully kept an eye on Thomas and on Arvid as well, wondering when they’d get the chance to talk.
Peter became slightly worried and wondered how long Thomas could go at this pace with his injured lungs. But Thomas didn’t seem to have any trouble at all. He was in his element.
Peter loved watching him move. Every dance step looked so smooth and very skilful. He was already back to his old self. Peter promised himself another dance with his lover. This was just too good. There was just a slight problem. He got hard while watching Thomas dance. His cock pulsing with each of Thomas’ movements. He shifted slightly in the chair. That’s when the Benny Goodman song was at an end, and Thomas made his way back towards him.
He was totally out of breath, holding his hand to his chest but smiled in a way Peter had only seen once before; when they declared their love for each other.
When Thomas arrived at the table, Peter grinned, looked up and thought his heart would stop because Thomas bent and kissed him right on his lips. Peter gasped and Thomas instantly pulled back, realizing too late where they were. Kissing each other had become so familiar to them inside their flat that he didn’t think twice. The music had made him so happy; he wanted to share it with his lover. He quickly sat and looked around. Luckily, no one had noticed.
“May I have another dance with you later, Swing boy?” Thomas was teasing, putting his arm around Peter’s shoulder, gulping the rest of Peter’s water down.
“Of course…” Peter started, about to say, “as soon as we got rid of my erection,” but it deflated on it’s own, because just in this moment, Willi came towards them. And along with him the Great A and his band.
He felt Thomas tense in his chair and then he stood. Peter thought he’d run away but he didn’t. As soon as they arrived at the table Thomas held his hand out towards Arvid.
Peter held his breath.
Thomas had made the final decision while dancing. He so loved Arvid’s music. And he had been so full of regret and guilt about his outburst towards him, about all the mean things he’d said so long ago, that he promised himself he’d apologize as soon as he got the chance. Arvid announcing the song just for them, gave him courage and hope that there may be a chance to be forgiven.
When Arvid took his offered hand, the oddest thing happened. They said, “I’m sorry.” At the same time. And they hugged.
Peter had a very heavy lump in his throat and so did the others. He still couldn’t believe they were all there. He ended up with Otto and Helga in a group hug, laughing and crying all at the same time. Then he too, embraced Arvid in a bear hug. They just couldn’t say a thing.
Willi had ordered drinks for all of them and finally they all sat down, sniffing and looking awkwardly for their handkerchiefs.
There was another band playing in the meanwhile.
Arvid looked at Peter and Thomas in turn, just saying, “Tell.” And smiling mischievously.
“No, you tell first.” Peter begged. “You were dead after all.”
Arvid shook his head, “Not here but…”
Helga just interrupted her husband and took Thomas’ and Peter’s hands and invited them into their hotel outside of Hamburg. “We really need to talk, I’m so glad to be back here. Even though everything is kaput.” She sighed.
“What about later tonight?” Arvid asked and already stood again.
“Of course,” Peter and Thomas replied in unison.
“And now,” Arvid winked, “I wanna see you dance together again. Any particular songs you both wish us to play?”
“Play some of your own. I’m curious.” Thomas did the Swing Kids finger greeting towards Arvid who returned it.
Then they made their way back onto the stage.
Thomas sat stunned.
“See, he doesn’t hate you.” Peter smiled with relief, standing already, his body tense in anticipation of the new songs.
“He’s changed.” Thomas took of his jacket thoughtful.
“And so have we.”
A very fast intro ripped them from their musings. Thomas just said, “Oh my God.” And he gripped Peter’s hand and pulled him towards the dance floor as fast as he could.
He already loved the new melody. It was like Benny Godman, Count Basie and Django Reinhardt all in one.
Peter just laughed and twirled Thomas once. Then it was the other way round. Arvid’s guitar seemed to be magical along with the other instruments of the small band. Everybody in the hall was dancing and jumping, clapping and yelling loudly. It was like one big party of relief and joy.
Thomas and Peter just did go with the flow, not realizing that they were holding hands all the time. At one point, Anna and Sabina just danced between them, parting them and demanding in a funny way, that the kings of Harlem just had to pay attention to their princesses as well and not only to each other.
They laughed and got even wilder, swirling the girls around their arms, their bodies, through their legs.
Just in the end, when the crazy music stopped with the loudest trumpet solo ever, they hugged the girls briefly, but each other twice as long.
The young women elbowed each other meaningfully, then pulling them apart for another joyful Swing.
The third song was yet again “Shout and Feel it” and Peter and Thomas wouldn’t let go of each other and the women just danced around them, giggling.
When it was over, Thomas collapsed on a near chair, panting so heavily, he thought his damn lungs would give out on him.
Peter was at his side instantly, asking worriedly, “You all right?”
Thomas nodded, “Need water.”
Sabina had already brought him a glass and he emptied it in one go. She crouched down beside him, stroking his thigh.
Peter felt an unbelievable pang of jealousy, although all he wanted to feel was happiness.
Thomas looked up at him, smiling that wicked smile of his, mouthing, ‘outside’.
Peter nodded and made his way towards the entrance.
Thomas told Sabina that he had to go to the men’s room and slowly stood. She kissed him on the cheek and turned yet again towards the dance floor.
Once outside, he saw Peter leaning against the wall, smoking.
“You’ve got one of those for me?” Thomas leaned in very close for the question.
“I only got one. Here.” Peter gave the cigarette to him, but as soon as he pulled on it, he regretted it. He knew he shouldn’t smoke anymore with his defective lungs. “Damn.” He muttered.
Peter took it from him and tossed it on the ground.
“Care to take a walk?” Peter just took Thomas’ elbow and started to wander of towards the corner of the building.
“You jealous?” Thomas put his arm around Peter’s back, squeezing.
Peter made an odd sound and Thomas burst into laughter.
They were around the corner just in that moment and Thomas pressed Peter up against the wall, taking his face in his hands and devouring his mouth without warning, pressing his lower body against Peter’s.
Both had a tell tale erection.
“Oh yeah.” Peter groaned when Thomas broke the kiss and moved his lips towards his ear, Thomas’ hands sneaking beneath his jacket. Peter felt the hot palms through the very thin material of his shirt on his lower back.
He put his hands on Thomas’ ass and pressed him as hard as he could against himself, rubbing their groins together. Thomas hissed sharply.
“We can’t come in our damn pants.” He muttered into Peter’s hair and pulled him further down the street, around another corner and into a broken doorway that led into an empty cellar. It was totally dark but they didn’t care.
“Need you to touch me.” Peter groaned, sliding down against the wall.
“Need to feel you.” Thomas responded in a hoarse voice.
“I almost couldn’t watch you dance anymore.” Peter chuckled. “I would have come there and then.” He reached for Thomas’ belt blindly, unbuckling it. Thomas unbuttoned Peter’s vest and shirt and let his fingers slide beneath it, finding his goals instantly. Peter’s erect nubs.
“Hmmm.” Peter wasn’t able to say a coherent word any longer, he leaned his head against the wall and enjoyed Thomas’ hands and tongue on his hot skin. He buried his fingers into Thomas’ messy curls.
“You taste so good.” Thomas’ tongue already had made its way down to the waistband of Peter’s trousers. “Now let’s take them off.” Thomas muttered and squeezed Peter’s hard cock through the material. “Don’t!” Peter warned and bent, biting Thomas’ neck. Then he helped unbuckling his own belt with terribly shaking fingers. He took his pants and underwear off as fast as he could. He didn’t care that he now was sitting on the cold stone with his bare ass. All he could feel was Thomas’ sloppy tongue inside his navel and his strong fingers curling around his balls.
“Please, Thomas…” He wanted Thomas to finally touch his cock. “Please.”
“Yeah soon, baby.”
Peter heard rustling of clothes and he reached out, just to feel Thomas’ bare thighs in front of him. He was about to crouch down when Peter stopped him. “No wait, that’s exactly right.” And he moved forward just a bit, until he felt the tip of Thomas’ dick against his lips.
“Oh god!” Thomas’ already oversensitive cock head leaked a drop of pre come instantly and Peter licked it off with a hum. He felt Thomas’s hands on his head, in his hair, trembling. He stroked his own fingers gently upwards at the back of Thomas’ thighs, feeling his strong muscles.
“Peter…” The name was a desperate plea and Peter obliged willingly. Ever so slowly he sucked the hard shaft into his mouth. “Ohhhh…” Thomas exhaled, trying to hold back his thrust. The sensation was almost too much already. Peter stroked his tongue against the underside of Thomas’ cock, massaging the thick vein. “Oh Peter…oh…yeah…” Peter encouraged him with his hands on his ass to move forward, to press into him.
He licked more forcefully, then pulled back, caressed the slit of Thomas’ cock head with the tip of his moist tongue, making Thomas suck in his breath sharply. His legs were about to give in, he was shaking so much. One of Peter’s fingers had found it’s way between Thomas’ ass cheeks and was stroking up and down there, sometimes pressing a certain point hard. Peter had never done this before and it was too much.
Thomas came violently, unloading himself completely into Peter’s mouth, who swallowed greedily, milking more and more from his lover until Thomas collapsed on the cold floor between Peter’s legs, gasping.
Thomas didn’t wait. He wanted to return the favour immediately, just in the afterglow of his own orgasm. He felt the hotness of Peter’s shaft right beside his cheek and he knelt before his lover and swiped his tongue over Peter’s dick from bottom to top in one go. Then he swirled it around the top, sticking the very tip of his tongue into the slit, making Peter wail in unbelievable pleasure. “Thomas…Th…” He bucked up when the most luscious mouth ever enveloped his burning flesh, Thomas’s fingers kneading his balls and the middle finger of his other hand stroking just behind them. “Thomas, oh I love you oh yeah ohhhh yes yes yes yes…” Peter thrust upwards, again and again into Thomas mouth who enjoyed the bittersweet juice of his lover, drinking everything down, still rolling Peter’s balls in his fingers.
Later he realized how much his knees hurt and Peter was rubbing the back of his head. Together they tried to stand again, just now feeling that they were both completely naked.
“Damn, we got it bad, don’t we?” Thomas chuckled against Peter’s ear.
They hugged for several moments, breathing in each others scents.
“No, Swing boy, we got it really good.” Peter turned and kissed Thomas very gently, tasting himself on his lover’s tongue. Their hands roaming over their backs and further down.
“We need a bed.” Thomas sighed, “But actually I wanna dance some more, if we aren’t too late.” He’d already bent to find their clothes with his hands on the floor.
“What if everything is dirty?” Peter didn’t know if he’d put on Thomas’ trousers or his own.
“What if we got the shirts and pants mixed up?” Thomas hopped on one leg.
“Do you think someone will notice?” Peter snatched yet another kiss from Thomas in the dark.
“I have no idea.” Thomas sniggered and combed through his long strands of hair with his fingers.
“Damn, my tie is missing.” Peter sounded a bit sad.
“I don’t think so.” Thomas just pulled it out of his trouser leg and put it around Peter’s neck, capturing his mouth in yet another lingering kiss.
++++++ to be continued +++++++
Pairing: Peter/Thomas
Rating: NC17 (that's why this version isn't on FF.net)
Disclaimer: They are not mine. They belong to the moviemakers and I don't make any money out of this.
Notes: This chapter is a bit longer and holds a little surprise :D And thanksss dear rustie73
Saturday evening, Café Bismarck
Willi had left them alone, as soon as they rounded the corner of the street to where the old Café, their favourite dancing club, had been. He knew they needed to be on their own to accept the changes. In all the months they’d been back in the ruins of Hamburg, they never dared to go here.
The biggest part of the city was still destroyed. But here and there one could see new buildings growing from the old stones. It was a big sign of hope.
Earlier in the week, Willi had told them that a generous, nameless, foreign donator had given had given a rather large amount of money to the Swing Kids organization for the purpose of rebuilding this particular club.
It wasn’t as big as it had been before, but the red letters above the entrance looked almost the same, even though they weren’t electrified.
Peter held his breath, hesitating. He wanted to take Thomas’ hand but knew he couldn’t.
This time Thomas was the one who sensed his thoughts. He just laid his arm around his lover’s shoulders, as he had done so often when they were only friends. A gesture like that was normal after all.
“You still want to go in?” Thomas asked, sounding unsure himself.
Peter looked at him, thinking that he was absolutely gorgeous in Peter’s old vest and scarf, and he murmured determinedly, “Yes.” Not allowing the images of their last meeting here come to the surface. Everything was different now.
They held onto each other. It was nothing like seven years ago.
There was no music playing yet. And there were just very few people they knew from before, so it seemed. The majority was Willi’s age.
“We are not old.” Peter whispered into Thomas’ ear, who groaned and replied, “We are not.”
Willi already sat at a table and waved them over. The dance house was smaller then before, but somehow, they didn’t care.
They both felt very odd, almost uncomfortable.
“I have to go and give a welcoming speech with Marianne.” Willi stood. “We’ll be back soon.”
Thomas felt his heart beat faster and faster. He didn’t know if he should run or stay, or hide his face behind his hands. He had the odd feeling that everybody was staring at him. But of course, they weren’t. This was the new generation of Swing Kids. They didn’t know the people who lived their lives on the dance floor eight years ago. An eternity ago.
He felt a reassuring squeeze of his thigh beneath the table, hidden by the table cloth. Peter smiled at him, but Thomas didn’t miss the droplets of sweat on his temple. It sure wasn’t from heat.
“Meine sehr geehrten Damen und Herren (Ladies and Gentlemen).” Willi cleared his throat. A pretty girl stood beside him. She continued as soon as everybody was silent. “Es ist uns ein großes Vergnügen und eine Ehre, in diesen schwierigen Zeiten, Sie zur Neueröffnung des bekanntesten Tanzclubs von Hamburg zu begrüßen. (It is our great honor and pleasure, in these difficult times, to announce the reopening of the most famous dancing club of Hamburg.)” Willi was silenced momentarily as loud cheers came from the audience.
Peter couldn’t help but smile. He felt incredibly proud of his little brother.
“Bevor wir unseren ersten Tanz eröffnen, würden wir gern unserem großzügigen Sponsor, sowie all unseren Arbeitern und Freunden danken, die mithalfen, den Club aus den Ruinen wieder aufzubauen. (Before we begin our first dance, we’d like to thank our generous donator and all our workers and friends who helped to build the club again out of ruins.)” In the middle of his words, the applauding and cheering had already started again, and Thomas didn’t look so worried any more. He leaned back in his chair, applauding too.
While Marianne and Willi were speaking, four people with instruments came in from behind the curtain and sat on the chairs in the middle of the small stage.
Marianne spoke again, her voice loud, clear and cheerful, “Of course, in these times, there is not a big orchestra available, but,” and she and Willi stepped sideways, to reveal the people sitting behind them. “We are really, really happy that we got some of the best, from the United States of America. The Great Mister A and his band.”
The applause was at it’s loudest already and many people around Thomas and Peter jumped up excited.
So Thomas and Peter stood too…and that’s when their faces froze.
The musicians immediately started to play.
A violin, a trumpet…a bass, and to Thomas and Peter’s ears, a very familiar guitar.
“I…I don’t believe it.” Peter fell back into his chair, completely stunned.
Thomas, again, didn’t know if he should stay or run. He felt hot and cold all at the same time. Utter shame was consuming him. He buried his head in his hands.
Peter’s arm was around his shoulders instantly.
Thomas kept shaking his head, muttering, “So I didn’t kill him…”
Peter had tears in his eyes. He actually wanted to jump up and go onto the stage and hug his friend. But of course he didn’t do it. He was glued to his chair. He wondered briefly, if Willi knew who the Great A was all along. He did have a strange glint in his eye after all when he invited them.
Their favourite music got them immediately right down to the last cell of their bodies. They were Swing Kids after all. They sat next to each other and Peter could feel Thomas’ leg move to the fast rhythm of a well known Django Reinhardt song that Arvid and his band were playing.
Thomas’ fingers were dancing on the table. He had his eyes closed.
Most people around them were already on the dance floor, others just moved to the Swing music where they sat or stood. It really was like old times. As soon as the band started to play, the hot music swirled through the room and everybody was on fire.
And the best thing, compared to seven years ago, was that they weren’t in any danger.
Swing Music wasn’t forbidden anymore. No, it was encouraged.
Peter could see Arvid from where he sat. He looked very alive for a dead man. Helga was playing the violin and Otto was there with them too, at his old bass. The only one Peter didn’t know was the handsome guy with the trumpet.
At the end of the first song, Arvid stood, waving, “Guten Abend, Hamburg! (Good evening, Hamburg).” He yelled and was greeted by an echo of hundreds of voices. “Wir sind überglücklich wieder hier zu sein, wieder hier zu spielen! Dankeschön für die Einladung! (We’re really, really happy to be here again, to play here again! Thanks for the invitation.)” He bowed.
There were several people in the audience, shouting, “Welcome back Herr Hitman!”
Peter saw Arvid smile broadly. But the musician also seemed to look for someone on the dance floor. He let his gaze wander from side to side through the room and then slightly shook his head. Helga pulled at his sleeve and he bent down. She seemed to whisper something into his ear.
A grin appeared on his face and he said again into the microphone, “I’ve brought a lot of familiar songs along with my own. So here’s,” and Peter had the feeling Arvid was looking straight at him, “Count Basie,” he paused, then added, “For my old friends.” And they started to play “Shout and Feel it”.
Of course it didn’t sound the same way as it had when the orchestra was playing it, but Arvid’s guitar play sounded just the same, though now he could use only two fingers on his left hand.
Peter looked at Thomas, who stared at the stage. His body was already taken over by the rhythm, even while he was still sitting on his chair. He turned towards Peter and looked absolutely lost. Peter saw the battle inside of his lover. The guilt fighting with the part of Thomas who still was a Swing boy and desperately wanted to dance again.
“He hates me,” he said around the lump in his dry throat.
“No, don’t you see,” Peter pleaded. “He’s playing this for us. Come on.”
“He doesn’t even know we’re here.” Thomas tried again, though not very determined.
“I think he does.” Peter stood, bowed slightly and said lowly, reaching out his hand to pull Thomas up, “Come on, you know you can’t help it.” Thomas shook his head weakly, his body swaying anyway.
Peter bent further down, so it looked like he was whispering something into Thomas ear. But in truth he kissed him first behind it, “I’d like you to dance with me, Swing boy.” And Peter just didn’t wait any longer; the piece was short after all. He simply pulled Thomas up and steered him towards the dance floor, ignoring his slight resistance.
The people on the dance floor were already dancing in line to the electrifying music. Everybody else stood around them and applauded, all one big crowd of rhythm.
Once on the dance floor, Thomas felt completely changed. The music and the happy people all around him, the singing, cheering and shouting was like medicine to his soul. It pushed all the terrible memories of his last visit at the Café Bismarck towards the back of his mind.
Peter had forgiven him after all.
He locked gazes with Peter, falling into their favourite Swing steps already, asking, “You really wanna do that like the old days?”
“Sure.” Peter saw from the corner of his eye, that it would be their turn now, if they wanted to take the chance.
Thomas just had to look up at Arvid, who unexpectedly looked back at him just in this second. Thomas actually wanted to fall into a hole but to his surprise Arvid grinned and nodded slightly, putting in an extra solo, “for Peter and Thomas, the kings of Harlem.”
Something inside Thomas snapped into place and he let the wonderful music take over. Like in the old days, whenever they got that bold and danced together, he led Peter into the open space between all the other dancers and they just had a go at whatever steps and turns and twirls they remembered.
Everybody around them was urging them on and they didn’t feel old at all anymore.
Music, really, seemed to have a healing ability.
Once they had started, they couldn’t stop. Even though they wanted to dance with each other all the time, they didn’t have a chance. Suddenly there were several girls they had known before at their sides. Anna and Sabina just didn’t let go of Thomas. They were so glad to have their favourite dancer and a dance floor back.
Peter was stunned to see Evey there as well. But after she danced with him once, she almost apologetically introduced him to her husband. Peter made polite conversation, but soon bid his good bye. He needed a break.
He took his seat and ordered a glass of water, silently sipping on it. He thoughtfully kept an eye on Thomas and on Arvid as well, wondering when they’d get the chance to talk.
Peter became slightly worried and wondered how long Thomas could go at this pace with his injured lungs. But Thomas didn’t seem to have any trouble at all. He was in his element.
Peter loved watching him move. Every dance step looked so smooth and very skilful. He was already back to his old self. Peter promised himself another dance with his lover. This was just too good. There was just a slight problem. He got hard while watching Thomas dance. His cock pulsing with each of Thomas’ movements. He shifted slightly in the chair. That’s when the Benny Goodman song was at an end, and Thomas made his way back towards him.
He was totally out of breath, holding his hand to his chest but smiled in a way Peter had only seen once before; when they declared their love for each other.
When Thomas arrived at the table, Peter grinned, looked up and thought his heart would stop because Thomas bent and kissed him right on his lips. Peter gasped and Thomas instantly pulled back, realizing too late where they were. Kissing each other had become so familiar to them inside their flat that he didn’t think twice. The music had made him so happy; he wanted to share it with his lover. He quickly sat and looked around. Luckily, no one had noticed.
“May I have another dance with you later, Swing boy?” Thomas was teasing, putting his arm around Peter’s shoulder, gulping the rest of Peter’s water down.
“Of course…” Peter started, about to say, “as soon as we got rid of my erection,” but it deflated on it’s own, because just in this moment, Willi came towards them. And along with him the Great A and his band.
He felt Thomas tense in his chair and then he stood. Peter thought he’d run away but he didn’t. As soon as they arrived at the table Thomas held his hand out towards Arvid.
Peter held his breath.
Thomas had made the final decision while dancing. He so loved Arvid’s music. And he had been so full of regret and guilt about his outburst towards him, about all the mean things he’d said so long ago, that he promised himself he’d apologize as soon as he got the chance. Arvid announcing the song just for them, gave him courage and hope that there may be a chance to be forgiven.
When Arvid took his offered hand, the oddest thing happened. They said, “I’m sorry.” At the same time. And they hugged.
Peter had a very heavy lump in his throat and so did the others. He still couldn’t believe they were all there. He ended up with Otto and Helga in a group hug, laughing and crying all at the same time. Then he too, embraced Arvid in a bear hug. They just couldn’t say a thing.
Willi had ordered drinks for all of them and finally they all sat down, sniffing and looking awkwardly for their handkerchiefs.
There was another band playing in the meanwhile.
Arvid looked at Peter and Thomas in turn, just saying, “Tell.” And smiling mischievously.
“No, you tell first.” Peter begged. “You were dead after all.”
Arvid shook his head, “Not here but…”
Helga just interrupted her husband and took Thomas’ and Peter’s hands and invited them into their hotel outside of Hamburg. “We really need to talk, I’m so glad to be back here. Even though everything is kaput.” She sighed.
“What about later tonight?” Arvid asked and already stood again.
“Of course,” Peter and Thomas replied in unison.
“And now,” Arvid winked, “I wanna see you dance together again. Any particular songs you both wish us to play?”
“Play some of your own. I’m curious.” Thomas did the Swing Kids finger greeting towards Arvid who returned it.
Then they made their way back onto the stage.
Thomas sat stunned.
“See, he doesn’t hate you.” Peter smiled with relief, standing already, his body tense in anticipation of the new songs.
“He’s changed.” Thomas took of his jacket thoughtful.
“And so have we.”
A very fast intro ripped them from their musings. Thomas just said, “Oh my God.” And he gripped Peter’s hand and pulled him towards the dance floor as fast as he could.
He already loved the new melody. It was like Benny Godman, Count Basie and Django Reinhardt all in one.
Peter just laughed and twirled Thomas once. Then it was the other way round. Arvid’s guitar seemed to be magical along with the other instruments of the small band. Everybody in the hall was dancing and jumping, clapping and yelling loudly. It was like one big party of relief and joy.
Thomas and Peter just did go with the flow, not realizing that they were holding hands all the time. At one point, Anna and Sabina just danced between them, parting them and demanding in a funny way, that the kings of Harlem just had to pay attention to their princesses as well and not only to each other.
They laughed and got even wilder, swirling the girls around their arms, their bodies, through their legs.
Just in the end, when the crazy music stopped with the loudest trumpet solo ever, they hugged the girls briefly, but each other twice as long.
The young women elbowed each other meaningfully, then pulling them apart for another joyful Swing.
The third song was yet again “Shout and Feel it” and Peter and Thomas wouldn’t let go of each other and the women just danced around them, giggling.
When it was over, Thomas collapsed on a near chair, panting so heavily, he thought his damn lungs would give out on him.
Peter was at his side instantly, asking worriedly, “You all right?”
Thomas nodded, “Need water.”
Sabina had already brought him a glass and he emptied it in one go. She crouched down beside him, stroking his thigh.
Peter felt an unbelievable pang of jealousy, although all he wanted to feel was happiness.
Thomas looked up at him, smiling that wicked smile of his, mouthing, ‘outside’.
Peter nodded and made his way towards the entrance.
Thomas told Sabina that he had to go to the men’s room and slowly stood. She kissed him on the cheek and turned yet again towards the dance floor.
Once outside, he saw Peter leaning against the wall, smoking.
“You’ve got one of those for me?” Thomas leaned in very close for the question.
“I only got one. Here.” Peter gave the cigarette to him, but as soon as he pulled on it, he regretted it. He knew he shouldn’t smoke anymore with his defective lungs. “Damn.” He muttered.
Peter took it from him and tossed it on the ground.
“Care to take a walk?” Peter just took Thomas’ elbow and started to wander of towards the corner of the building.
“You jealous?” Thomas put his arm around Peter’s back, squeezing.
Peter made an odd sound and Thomas burst into laughter.
They were around the corner just in that moment and Thomas pressed Peter up against the wall, taking his face in his hands and devouring his mouth without warning, pressing his lower body against Peter’s.
Both had a tell tale erection.
“Oh yeah.” Peter groaned when Thomas broke the kiss and moved his lips towards his ear, Thomas’ hands sneaking beneath his jacket. Peter felt the hot palms through the very thin material of his shirt on his lower back.
He put his hands on Thomas’ ass and pressed him as hard as he could against himself, rubbing their groins together. Thomas hissed sharply.
“We can’t come in our damn pants.” He muttered into Peter’s hair and pulled him further down the street, around another corner and into a broken doorway that led into an empty cellar. It was totally dark but they didn’t care.
“Need you to touch me.” Peter groaned, sliding down against the wall.
“Need to feel you.” Thomas responded in a hoarse voice.
“I almost couldn’t watch you dance anymore.” Peter chuckled. “I would have come there and then.” He reached for Thomas’ belt blindly, unbuckling it. Thomas unbuttoned Peter’s vest and shirt and let his fingers slide beneath it, finding his goals instantly. Peter’s erect nubs.
“Hmmm.” Peter wasn’t able to say a coherent word any longer, he leaned his head against the wall and enjoyed Thomas’ hands and tongue on his hot skin. He buried his fingers into Thomas’ messy curls.
“You taste so good.” Thomas’ tongue already had made its way down to the waistband of Peter’s trousers. “Now let’s take them off.” Thomas muttered and squeezed Peter’s hard cock through the material. “Don’t!” Peter warned and bent, biting Thomas’ neck. Then he helped unbuckling his own belt with terribly shaking fingers. He took his pants and underwear off as fast as he could. He didn’t care that he now was sitting on the cold stone with his bare ass. All he could feel was Thomas’ sloppy tongue inside his navel and his strong fingers curling around his balls.
“Please, Thomas…” He wanted Thomas to finally touch his cock. “Please.”
“Yeah soon, baby.”
Peter heard rustling of clothes and he reached out, just to feel Thomas’ bare thighs in front of him. He was about to crouch down when Peter stopped him. “No wait, that’s exactly right.” And he moved forward just a bit, until he felt the tip of Thomas’ dick against his lips.
“Oh god!” Thomas’ already oversensitive cock head leaked a drop of pre come instantly and Peter licked it off with a hum. He felt Thomas’s hands on his head, in his hair, trembling. He stroked his own fingers gently upwards at the back of Thomas’ thighs, feeling his strong muscles.
“Peter…” The name was a desperate plea and Peter obliged willingly. Ever so slowly he sucked the hard shaft into his mouth. “Ohhhh…” Thomas exhaled, trying to hold back his thrust. The sensation was almost too much already. Peter stroked his tongue against the underside of Thomas’ cock, massaging the thick vein. “Oh Peter…oh…yeah…” Peter encouraged him with his hands on his ass to move forward, to press into him.
He licked more forcefully, then pulled back, caressed the slit of Thomas’ cock head with the tip of his moist tongue, making Thomas suck in his breath sharply. His legs were about to give in, he was shaking so much. One of Peter’s fingers had found it’s way between Thomas’ ass cheeks and was stroking up and down there, sometimes pressing a certain point hard. Peter had never done this before and it was too much.
Thomas came violently, unloading himself completely into Peter’s mouth, who swallowed greedily, milking more and more from his lover until Thomas collapsed on the cold floor between Peter’s legs, gasping.
Thomas didn’t wait. He wanted to return the favour immediately, just in the afterglow of his own orgasm. He felt the hotness of Peter’s shaft right beside his cheek and he knelt before his lover and swiped his tongue over Peter’s dick from bottom to top in one go. Then he swirled it around the top, sticking the very tip of his tongue into the slit, making Peter wail in unbelievable pleasure. “Thomas…Th…” He bucked up when the most luscious mouth ever enveloped his burning flesh, Thomas’s fingers kneading his balls and the middle finger of his other hand stroking just behind them. “Thomas, oh I love you oh yeah ohhhh yes yes yes yes…” Peter thrust upwards, again and again into Thomas mouth who enjoyed the bittersweet juice of his lover, drinking everything down, still rolling Peter’s balls in his fingers.
Later he realized how much his knees hurt and Peter was rubbing the back of his head. Together they tried to stand again, just now feeling that they were both completely naked.
“Damn, we got it bad, don’t we?” Thomas chuckled against Peter’s ear.
They hugged for several moments, breathing in each others scents.
“No, Swing boy, we got it really good.” Peter turned and kissed Thomas very gently, tasting himself on his lover’s tongue. Their hands roaming over their backs and further down.
“We need a bed.” Thomas sighed, “But actually I wanna dance some more, if we aren’t too late.” He’d already bent to find their clothes with his hands on the floor.
“What if everything is dirty?” Peter didn’t know if he’d put on Thomas’ trousers or his own.
“What if we got the shirts and pants mixed up?” Thomas hopped on one leg.
“Do you think someone will notice?” Peter snatched yet another kiss from Thomas in the dark.
“I have no idea.” Thomas sniggered and combed through his long strands of hair with his fingers.
“Damn, my tie is missing.” Peter sounded a bit sad.
“I don’t think so.” Thomas just pulled it out of his trouser leg and put it around Peter’s neck, capturing his mouth in yet another lingering kiss.
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