Distracting 1/1 (Edguy)
Title: Distracting
Genre: Slash
Band: Edguy
Main Characters: Felix Bohnke, Tobias Sammet
Adult Content: Yes
Words: 1389
Chapter: 1/1
Summary: Felix discovers the trick to making Tobi focus.
Teaser: Remarkable how fast one can move with something important at stake, isn't it? Tobi was naked and on the bed in about five seconds, by his count, but Felix was laughing so hard it was obvious he hadn't been timing.
If anybody had asked how they'd ended up here, Tobi wouldn't have been able to answer, because he had no idea.
Of course, anyone asking anything would be interrupting, and he'd have to kill them. Slowly. And painfully. With lots of -
"Your mind's wandering again," Felix said (and damn him, because talking meant he stopped his attack of Tobi's neck and that was just plain mean). "Not holding your attention?"
"If you were worried about holding something other than my attention we'd be all set."
Felix snorted and went back to his neck, but if there was one thing Felix was good at it was following directions and it was only a few seconds before deft fingers were making short work of his zipper and oh fuck yeah.
Now he'd really have to kill anyone who interrupted.
Felix did everything with a certain measure of enthusiasm, and apparently Tobi was no different. If he hadn't been lying when he said he'd never done this before, the way those fingers manipulated his cock spoke of lots and lots of practice on himself.
And thank God for that.
Tobi wriggled and squirmed under him, shivering at the feel of breath on his sweat-slick bite-mark-dotted neck when Felix muttered something about never being still. Those teeth sank in again and Tobi was gonna have a lot of fucking explaining to do.
But first he had a lot of fucking to do.
And as fucking good as the strong grip on his cock felt, as much as it made his blood practically fucking dance in his veins, as much as he could just lie on his back forever and let Felix do whatever he damn well pleased, the heat in whispered promises down at the bar wrapped around him and forced him into action.
"Fuck me," Tobi said, with what he was fairly sure was the right mix of command and desperation.
Felix muttered something else against his neck and fuck that felt good. And then all too soon the sensation vanished from his neck and his cock and Felix was sitting up. Aww.
"You're sure."
"Yes."
"Not drunk?"
"Felix, just fuck me."
"Just making sure."
"Felix?"
"What?"
"You do know what you're doing, right?"
"What? Of course I do?"
"How?"
"What?"
"You've never done it before. How do you know you're gonna do it right?"
"Eggi."
"What?"
"Eggi told me."
Parts of Tobi - one in particular - were insisting now really wasn't the best time for an interrogation, but he'd never been very good at suppressing his curiosity. "Really?"
"No, I made it up. Can I fuck you know?"
"So what'd you do, just strut up and say 'hey, I'm gonna fuck Tobi, teach me how'?"
"Do we really need to talk about this now?"
"I'm just curious."
"If you don't get naked in the next ten seconds, I'm gonna go fuck Eggi instead."
Remarkable how fast one can move with something important at stake, isn't it? Tobi was naked and on the bed in about five seconds, by his count, but Felix was laughing so hard it was obvious he hadn't been timing.
"Felix?"
"What now?"
"Stop laughing and fuck me."
Felix could move pretty damn fast, too, and Tobi couldn't help but stare at that long, lean - deceptively lean, Felix was as strong as six bulky Mr. Universes - body came into view, a body he'd seen a million times but never quite like this.
"Like what you see?" Smug bastard.
"I'd like it better if you'd stop babbling and fuck me."
"I'm babbling?"
"Yes."
Felix opened his mouth but shut it without saying anything. Ha. No one wins arguments against Tobias Sammet, not even sexy fucking drummers.
Felix bent to fish a bottle out of his bag, then crawled on the bed, and for all the times Tobi called him "bunny" he moved more like a cat - compact muscles shifting under -
"Your mind's wandering again."
This time Tobi had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry."
Felix just shrugged and situated himself between Tobi's legs, grinning down at him. "Last chance to back out."
"Right, and have you tell Eggi I chickened out?"
An eye roll - Tobi seemed to earn more than his fair share of those - and then Felix opened the bottle and the pop of the cap was the loudest thing Tobi had ever heard.
He closed his eyes then, because as much as he loved sex and always wanted to find new and spectacular ways to get off, this was easily the farthest he'd gone and okay maybe he was a little nervous, but he had every right to be, and -
Pressure. Slick pressure, slowly pushing inside him, long and thin and that must be a finger.
"Feel good?" Felix asked.
"Yes," Tobi said, but he wasn't sure that was the right answer. It was the one Felix wanted, though, and he pushed in a little farther, then withdrew, the sliding not entirely unpleasant. Inside again, farther this time, and it felt less weird, and out and yes that was decidedly nice and back in and fuck, yes had been the right answer.
"Too much?"
"No - fuck. It's good." And it was, that slow steady motion, slick and hot and Tobi realized he was moving his hips with that finger, breath catching in his throat as he was slowly prepared.
The bed shifted, Felix's movements changed a little, and the finger curled and holy shitting Goddamn. Tobi's eyes snapped open as sparks flew through him and dammit, Felix looked all smug again.
More thrusting, more in-and-out, better every time, Tobi's breath leaving him in gasps and moans and all sorts of odd little noises. Another popping of the cap, slick wet sounds of Felix smoothing the gel onto his fingers, and then more pressure but there wasn't any unpleasantness there, just sparks.
Tobi's cock was so hard it stretched over his stomach, precome pooling on heated skin and dripping in slick trails down the side. Felix was moving faster, the slick head of his cock rubbing against Tobi's leg and leaving sticky tracks in the hair, his breathing just as shallow as Tobi's.
The pressure was gone and Tobi whined, pushing his hips down to seek more, Felix chuckling at him. "Greedy."
"Shut up and fuck me."
He certainly didn't need to ask twice. Cap pop, slick wet sounds, pressure.
Tobi couldn't breathe.
He didn't want to breathe, not if it was a choice between breathing and Felix's cock slowly pushing inside him. Somewhere a million miles away he thought he heard Felix's voice asking if it was okay.
Yes. Fuck yes, okay. Incredible. Hot and slick and the pressure, fuck, the pressure.
Sparks. Sparks setting fire to the blood in his veins, Felix's hand wrapping around his cock and fanning the flames, Tobi's body completely beyond his control, pushing and arching and twisting and trying for more of that fucking feeling.
Felix was talking, or moaning, or something, lips moving in a face twisted with pleasure but Tobi's brain ceased to function when the sparks started to fly and he can't comprehend anything. It builds, fire racing through him, liquid heat and pressure and fuck, Felix, harder, faster, just a little bit more -
Teeth sank into his neck, and it was over, his body bucking and jerking as he came, and came hard, and came forever, and Tobi was sure he'd die as soon as it ended.
Heat inside him, heat and more wetness and Felix bit harder, breaking the skin, delicious little jolts prolonging the pleasure.
Felix mumbled against his neck again, and Tobi started to wonder if maybe he'd sprouted neck ears since the last time he looked in the mirror.
"What?" He asked, forcing the word through the fog in his brain.
"I said, 'managed to stop your mind from wandering, didn't I?'."
Any other time he would have argued, but with his brain melted all he could do was laugh and nod.
Genre: Slash
Band: Edguy
Main Characters: Felix Bohnke, Tobias Sammet
Adult Content: Yes
Words: 1389
Chapter: 1/1
Summary: Felix discovers the trick to making Tobi focus.
Teaser: Remarkable how fast one can move with something important at stake, isn't it? Tobi was naked and on the bed in about five seconds, by his count, but Felix was laughing so hard it was obvious he hadn't been timing.
If anybody had asked how they'd ended up here, Tobi wouldn't have been able to answer, because he had no idea.
Of course, anyone asking anything would be interrupting, and he'd have to kill them. Slowly. And painfully. With lots of -
"Your mind's wandering again," Felix said (and damn him, because talking meant he stopped his attack of Tobi's neck and that was just plain mean). "Not holding your attention?"
"If you were worried about holding something other than my attention we'd be all set."
Felix snorted and went back to his neck, but if there was one thing Felix was good at it was following directions and it was only a few seconds before deft fingers were making short work of his zipper and oh fuck yeah.
Now he'd really have to kill anyone who interrupted.
Felix did everything with a certain measure of enthusiasm, and apparently Tobi was no different. If he hadn't been lying when he said he'd never done this before, the way those fingers manipulated his cock spoke of lots and lots of practice on himself.
And thank God for that.
Tobi wriggled and squirmed under him, shivering at the feel of breath on his sweat-slick bite-mark-dotted neck when Felix muttered something about never being still. Those teeth sank in again and Tobi was gonna have a lot of fucking explaining to do.
But first he had a lot of fucking to do.
And as fucking good as the strong grip on his cock felt, as much as it made his blood practically fucking dance in his veins, as much as he could just lie on his back forever and let Felix do whatever he damn well pleased, the heat in whispered promises down at the bar wrapped around him and forced him into action.
"Fuck me," Tobi said, with what he was fairly sure was the right mix of command and desperation.
Felix muttered something else against his neck and fuck that felt good. And then all too soon the sensation vanished from his neck and his cock and Felix was sitting up. Aww.
"You're sure."
"Yes."
"Not drunk?"
"Felix, just fuck me."
"Just making sure."
"Felix?"
"What?"
"You do know what you're doing, right?"
"What? Of course I do?"
"How?"
"What?"
"You've never done it before. How do you know you're gonna do it right?"
"Eggi."
"What?"
"Eggi told me."
Parts of Tobi - one in particular - were insisting now really wasn't the best time for an interrogation, but he'd never been very good at suppressing his curiosity. "Really?"
"No, I made it up. Can I fuck you know?"
"So what'd you do, just strut up and say 'hey, I'm gonna fuck Tobi, teach me how'?"
"Do we really need to talk about this now?"
"I'm just curious."
"If you don't get naked in the next ten seconds, I'm gonna go fuck Eggi instead."
Remarkable how fast one can move with something important at stake, isn't it? Tobi was naked and on the bed in about five seconds, by his count, but Felix was laughing so hard it was obvious he hadn't been timing.
"Felix?"
"What now?"
"Stop laughing and fuck me."
Felix could move pretty damn fast, too, and Tobi couldn't help but stare at that long, lean - deceptively lean, Felix was as strong as six bulky Mr. Universes - body came into view, a body he'd seen a million times but never quite like this.
"Like what you see?" Smug bastard.
"I'd like it better if you'd stop babbling and fuck me."
"I'm babbling?"
"Yes."
Felix opened his mouth but shut it without saying anything. Ha. No one wins arguments against Tobias Sammet, not even sexy fucking drummers.
Felix bent to fish a bottle out of his bag, then crawled on the bed, and for all the times Tobi called him "bunny" he moved more like a cat - compact muscles shifting under -
"Your mind's wandering again."
This time Tobi had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry."
Felix just shrugged and situated himself between Tobi's legs, grinning down at him. "Last chance to back out."
"Right, and have you tell Eggi I chickened out?"
An eye roll - Tobi seemed to earn more than his fair share of those - and then Felix opened the bottle and the pop of the cap was the loudest thing Tobi had ever heard.
He closed his eyes then, because as much as he loved sex and always wanted to find new and spectacular ways to get off, this was easily the farthest he'd gone and okay maybe he was a little nervous, but he had every right to be, and -
Pressure. Slick pressure, slowly pushing inside him, long and thin and that must be a finger.
"Feel good?" Felix asked.
"Yes," Tobi said, but he wasn't sure that was the right answer. It was the one Felix wanted, though, and he pushed in a little farther, then withdrew, the sliding not entirely unpleasant. Inside again, farther this time, and it felt less weird, and out and yes that was decidedly nice and back in and fuck, yes had been the right answer.
"Too much?"
"No - fuck. It's good." And it was, that slow steady motion, slick and hot and Tobi realized he was moving his hips with that finger, breath catching in his throat as he was slowly prepared.
The bed shifted, Felix's movements changed a little, and the finger curled and holy shitting Goddamn. Tobi's eyes snapped open as sparks flew through him and dammit, Felix looked all smug again.
More thrusting, more in-and-out, better every time, Tobi's breath leaving him in gasps and moans and all sorts of odd little noises. Another popping of the cap, slick wet sounds of Felix smoothing the gel onto his fingers, and then more pressure but there wasn't any unpleasantness there, just sparks.
Tobi's cock was so hard it stretched over his stomach, precome pooling on heated skin and dripping in slick trails down the side. Felix was moving faster, the slick head of his cock rubbing against Tobi's leg and leaving sticky tracks in the hair, his breathing just as shallow as Tobi's.
The pressure was gone and Tobi whined, pushing his hips down to seek more, Felix chuckling at him. "Greedy."
"Shut up and fuck me."
He certainly didn't need to ask twice. Cap pop, slick wet sounds, pressure.
Tobi couldn't breathe.
He didn't want to breathe, not if it was a choice between breathing and Felix's cock slowly pushing inside him. Somewhere a million miles away he thought he heard Felix's voice asking if it was okay.
Yes. Fuck yes, okay. Incredible. Hot and slick and the pressure, fuck, the pressure.
Sparks. Sparks setting fire to the blood in his veins, Felix's hand wrapping around his cock and fanning the flames, Tobi's body completely beyond his control, pushing and arching and twisting and trying for more of that fucking feeling.
Felix was talking, or moaning, or something, lips moving in a face twisted with pleasure but Tobi's brain ceased to function when the sparks started to fly and he can't comprehend anything. It builds, fire racing through him, liquid heat and pressure and fuck, Felix, harder, faster, just a little bit more -
Teeth sank into his neck, and it was over, his body bucking and jerking as he came, and came hard, and came forever, and Tobi was sure he'd die as soon as it ended.
Heat inside him, heat and more wetness and Felix bit harder, breaking the skin, delicious little jolts prolonging the pleasure.
Felix mumbled against his neck again, and Tobi started to wonder if maybe he'd sprouted neck ears since the last time he looked in the mirror.
"What?" He asked, forcing the word through the fog in his brain.
"I said, 'managed to stop your mind from wandering, didn't I?'."
Any other time he would have argued, but with his brain melted all he could do was laugh and nod.