[Part 15] Indulgences (Humans/Germany, gangbang) [2/?]
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February 6 2012, 11:56:15 UTC
Note:Probably best to specify now that not all these characters will be involved in the final, uh, event. Sorry... It's gone weird in my mind. --- He arrives at the bar to see everyone watching... the Texan man, who is talking to a girl a couple of metres away.
“Ten quid says he gets zip,” the Briton (that's Frederick) says, calm as ever then.
“We're in Germany,” points out the other American, the New Yorker, seeming bored by all the proceedings. Then again, he seems bored by most things.
“Ten euros then.”
“Hey, Ludwig!” Calls the younger German (...Lukas?) when he spots him. “Frederick said he invited you, but... we almost thought you weren't coming.”
He coughs awkwardly. “I apologize. I was... delayed.”
He'd somehow gotten distracted when he was mid-way through his shower, fallen into those fantasies again, and wound up having to do it all a second time. God, he hopes he can keep himself under control. What is wrong with you? You've never been so... there are many words he could use there. Easy. Loose. Desperate. He bites his lip.
“...What by?”
“N-none of your business!” he says, blushing slightly, and mentally whacking himself in the head for being so obvious. Idiot, says that little internal self-criticising voice (it sounds far too much like Austria, which is not a mental image he needs). Lukas, naive as he is, doesn't seem to notice anything.
“Alright then,” he says. “C'mon, sit down, get a beer.”
Ludwig sighs and does so, meanwhile eavesdropping on the conversation to their right.
“Does he really think she's going to fall for that sleazy grin? C'mon...”
“It could work. Who knows, especially if he's a foreigner...”
“Do you have any idea why everyone seems so fascinated by John's attempts to pursue a woman who I assume none of us know?” Ludwig asks, getting irritated. Lukas shrugs (again).
“Because we can't think of something better to do? I don't know.” There's a pause. “I suppose most of us would be doing this same thing, really, but I'm married and I think half the guys here are... um...”
Germany tilts his head to the side.
“...You're married?” Is that legal, he wants to ask given how young the man looks, but then again he's used to being under two-hundred and surrounded by people who've been around since the first millennium AD, so he really shouldn't.
“Didn't I tell everyone that?”
Germany's not sure what to say. Lukas probably did tell him, and he's just been so bad at remembering things about everyone. He suddenly feels ashamed. He really is just objectifying them; they'd be very angry if they knew what he was thinking. Lukas, for instance... it's not appropriate to involve him if he's already married. Even if it's just in his own head. He needs to stop this.
He's distracted by this train of thought by a sudden rush of sound next to them; the Texan returns to them with a strip of paper in hand. The South Korean holds his hand out expectantly to the Unknown, who grumbles.
“You got her phone number, huh?” asks the small German, at which the Texan rolls his eyes.
“Yeah. Gotta say, it'd go a damn bit better if I didn't have a running commentary track going on. Y'all made her pretty uncomfortable, you know.”
There's a general shared awkwardness. Ludwig is grateful he doesn't have to join in that, since he was barely paying attention to proceedings anyway (he has enough people to feel guilty about, remember?). John tilts his head. “Oh hi, ya finally showed up! Didn't notice ya.”
Ludwig gulps and drinks more beer. See, they are not paying that much attention to you. Except for when you're yelling at them. “I apologize for my lateness,” he says.
“No worries.” He gets a grin and John takes back what was obviously his seat.
Everyone's sitting and talking and the whole thing turns into what he thinks such things are supposed to be like. He's awkward, but he's always awkward and will probably be fine after a couple of beers. Don't drink too much, he warns himself. This is still a business endeavour and if you accidentally revealed something inappropriate while intoxicated...
He sighs and drinks more beer. He'll be fine if he stops worrying about this so much.
---
He arrives at the bar to see everyone watching... the Texan man, who is talking to a girl a couple of metres away.
“Ten quid says he gets zip,” the Briton (that's Frederick) says, calm as ever then.
“We're in Germany,” points out the other American, the New Yorker, seeming bored by all the proceedings. Then again, he seems bored by most things.
“Ten euros then.”
“Hey, Ludwig!” Calls the younger German (...Lukas?) when he spots him. “Frederick said he invited you, but... we almost thought you weren't coming.”
He coughs awkwardly. “I apologize. I was... delayed.”
He'd somehow gotten distracted when he was mid-way through his shower, fallen into those fantasies again, and wound up having to do it all a second time. God, he hopes he can keep himself under control. What is wrong with you? You've never been so... there are many words he could use there. Easy. Loose. Desperate. He bites his lip.
“...What by?”
“N-none of your business!” he says, blushing slightly, and mentally whacking himself in the head for being so obvious. Idiot, says that little internal self-criticising voice (it sounds far too much like Austria, which is not a mental image he needs). Lukas, naive as he is, doesn't seem to notice anything.
“Alright then,” he says. “C'mon, sit down, get a beer.”
Ludwig sighs and does so, meanwhile eavesdropping on the conversation to their right.
“Does he really think she's going to fall for that sleazy grin? C'mon...”
“It could work. Who knows, especially if he's a foreigner...”
“Do you have any idea why everyone seems so fascinated by John's attempts to pursue a woman who I assume none of us know?” Ludwig asks, getting irritated. Lukas shrugs (again).
“Because we can't think of something better to do? I don't know.” There's a pause. “I suppose most of us would be doing this same thing, really, but I'm married and I think half the guys here are... um...”
Germany tilts his head to the side.
“...You're married?” Is that legal, he wants to ask given how young the man looks, but then again he's used to being under two-hundred and surrounded by people who've been around since the first millennium AD, so he really shouldn't.
“Didn't I tell everyone that?”
Germany's not sure what to say. Lukas probably did tell him, and he's just been so bad at remembering things about everyone. He suddenly feels ashamed. He really is just objectifying them; they'd be very angry if they knew what he was thinking. Lukas, for instance... it's not appropriate to involve him if he's already married. Even if it's just in his own head. He needs to stop this.
He's distracted by this train of thought by a sudden rush of sound next to them; the Texan returns to them with a strip of paper in hand. The South Korean holds his hand out expectantly to the Unknown, who grumbles.
“You got her phone number, huh?” asks the small German, at which the Texan rolls his eyes.
“Yeah. Gotta say, it'd go a damn bit better if I didn't have a running commentary track going on. Y'all made her pretty uncomfortable, you know.”
There's a general shared awkwardness. Ludwig is grateful he doesn't have to join in that, since he was barely paying attention to proceedings anyway (he has enough people to feel guilty about, remember?). John tilts his head. “Oh hi, ya finally showed up! Didn't notice ya.”
Ludwig gulps and drinks more beer. See, they are not paying that much attention to you. Except for when you're yelling at them. “I apologize for my lateness,” he says.
“No worries.” He gets a grin and John takes back what was obviously his seat.
Everyone's sitting and talking and the whole thing turns into what he thinks such things are supposed to be like. He's awkward, but he's always awkward and will probably be fine after a couple of beers. Don't drink too much, he warns himself. This is still a business endeavour and if you accidentally revealed something inappropriate while intoxicated...
He sighs and drinks more beer. He'll be fine if he stops worrying about this so much.
Really.
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