[FF] Indefineable Affair [3/?]
Title: Indefineable Affair
Author: Marcia_Rawks
Pairing(s): G/G ... and some Tom OC's and Bill OC's hinted or implied.
Rating: Will easily get to R18
Disclaimer: Not Real. Never Happened. Not Mine.
Warnings: At the moment NOTHING.. but theres a chance that may change
Summary: Georg is in Love with Gustav. Does Gustav know?
Author's notes This is a Series.. and yes i hope you like it. Please comment so i know that you like it.. if you dont comment there is a high chance i just wont post more XD
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Georg and Gustav pulled apart and slowly turned to where the expletive had come from.
“Oh shit,” Gustav whispered as he stared at the confused brown eyes.
He looked over to Georg; the bassist looked broken, his eyes were empty. The sparkle that had been their moments before had gone.
They had been caught, so very, very caught.
Georg bought his gaze up, to yet again look at who had caught them.
Tom was standing there, eyes wide, mouth agape, completely at a loss for words.
After all he had just seen his two “straight” friends kissing.
He headed towards the table that his two band mates were sitting at, and who it now appeared were both freaking out. He saw Gustav take Georgs hand and he inwardly raised an eyebrow. This was definitely going to be and interesting and informing conversation.
-
Tom sat down in front of him, and he felt Georg squeeze his hand.
“Something you want to tell me?” Tom asked, not unkindly.
Gustav looked down at their intertwined hands, and raised them putting them on the table in plain sight.
“I think you can guess,” he mused.
Tom raised an eyebrow.
“So you two are,” he stopped. “You two?” Tom still looked somewhat confused. “Wait,” He eyed each of them in turn “ So that means you’re both,” he looked around them and then whispered “Gay?”
Gustav copied him, slightly jokingly looking around the room before he leaned forward and whispered.
“No.”
Georg was next to him shaking his head and giggling lightly.
Tom looked confused and conflicted.
“If you’re not gay then why...” He waggled his finger from Georg to Gustav. “How is this then?”
Gustav just looked at him, a twinkle in his eye.
This is going to be fun.
“You don’t have to be gay to find another man sexually attractive, Tom,” Gustav reasoned, squeezing the bassist’s hand reassuringly.
Georg blushed slightly to his right, a small smile gracing his lips as Tom blanched before him.
“But, if it confuses you less,” he said looking to the bassist, “Georg is gay.”
Toms’ eyes slowly moved over to Georg, and he eyed him up and down.
“Oh…” The guitarist faltered. “Ok.”
Gustav leant forward, and eyed Tom up and down.
“Do you have a problem with that, Tom?”
Tom coughed
“No… no no no. YAY You’re gay,” he said laughing awkwardly.
Georgs’ eyes flicked quickly over to Gustav, his fear apparent.
“Are you sure your ok Tom?” Gustav inquired, squeezing the bassists’ hand again in reassurance.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine... I’m fine.” Tom paused. “If I had a problem with Georg that would mean I would have a problem with myself,” he spoke. “I don’t have a problem with me,” He finished, looking at Georg reassuringly.
“You’re gay?” Georg questioned.
“Bi,” Tom clarified.
“Ohhh,” Both G’s murmured together.
Gustav turned to look at Georg, only to find he was already looking at him. A slow warm smile spread across the face of the latter before the drummer leant in and placed a quick chaste kiss on the lips of the bassist.
“Woah,” Tom smiled. “I’m going to have to get used to that.” He paused as Georg laughed lightly. “Ever since I took that photo of you two on the bus I knew there was something between you.” He paused for a moment. “But confirmation is just mind boggling. So if I stare, I want to apologise in advance.” He laughed lightly.
“Just so you know,” Georg spoke up pointing to himself and Gustav. “Secret shhh” and then he winked.
“Oh, ok. Sure,” Tom nodded.
They all sat in silence before Tom leant forward and took the pamphlet that was in front of Georg. He eyed it over once before he started to laugh lightly.
“You guys going here?”
“Yup, sure are.” Gustav grinned. “Its Hagen’s dream holiday”
“Hobbiton?” Tom laughed “You dream holiday is to go to Hobbiton?”
“Hobbiton is a very romantic place,” Georg melted as he looked deep into Gustav’s eyes.
Tom looked down at the pair’s still very together hands and noticed that Gustavs thumb was stroking the bassists’ hand. The guitarist softly put his hand down on those of the G’s.
“Ok, you guys seriously have to stop being so cute.” Tom spoke up grinning.
“Sorry,” Both G’s replied in unison, sheepish grins on both faces.
-
Gustav rolled over and snuggled into the warm body next to him, he glanced over at Georgs’ portable alarm clock. 7:59.
He leant over his lover and turned off the alarm before he snuggled back into Georg’s side and started tracing circles around the bassists’ belly button with the hope that it would slowly wake up the target.
Gustavs’ finger traced up over his lovers’ hard abs, and passed down so close to his treasure that he twitched subconsciously in his sleep. Gustav chuckled lightly; this was one of the reasons he loved that Georg slept naked.
The drummer slowly straddled the other boy before flattening himself against his chest so they were skin on skin. He snuggled his head into the nook of Georg’s neck, taking in his scent; his whole being.
The body wriggled slightly beneath him.
Taking in a deep breath Georg realised the weight on his chest. He cracked an eye open and smiled at the sight before him.
“Morning” Georg laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around his lovers’ back.
Gustav just kissed the bassists’ neck in reply.
Georg glanced over to his alarm clock. 8:09
“Its time to get up,” Geo whispered as he stroked Gustavs’ bare back.
The bassist started to slowly sit, but Gustav just clamoured his arms around his lover, and held on tight. Georg chuckled lightly. Gustav pulled his legs out and wrapped them around his soul mates’ waist
Georg pulled himself up the final few centimetres, so he was completely upright. Gustav was clinging to him like a koala. Geo swung his legs around so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
The older boy ran his fingers up and down the drummers’ sides, closing the gap between them with a soft kiss.
There was a knock at the door that joint Georg and Gustavs’ rooms together.
They looked at each other quizzically before -
“Who is it?” Georg yelled.
“Tom,” the door grunted.
Georg pulled the blanket around them, holding on to Gustav tightly.
“It’s open,” the bassist yelled.
Tom walked in, platting his dreads together. “Can Bill please borrow your straighteners, he said he would come and get it himself but he cant because..” Tom stopped, the view in front of him having just sunk in.
He just stood there staring.
“…Because?” Georg prompted him.
Tom scrunched his eyes together and shook his head a couple of times.
“Umm sorry… because he looks like a girly girl.” Tom laughed. “His words not mine”
“He always looks like a girly girl,” Gustav chirped up, his cheek mushed into Georgs’ as they both had full attention on the guitarist.
Tom coughed.
“So what are you guys…umm doing?” the guitarist asked, head cocked to the side.
“Just sitting…” The bassist replied, grin across his face “And it’s a good thing he’s sitting here cause I’m not wearing any underwear,” He added with a light chuckle
Gustav wiggled his hips, a sparkle entering his eye.
“I can confirm that he isn’t wearing any underwear.” He turned to look at the bassist. “I like that,” he whispered the deepest bedroom voice that Tom had ever heard.
“Hair straighteners?” Tom croaked.
“Bathroom,” Georg grunted before he leant forward and closed the gap between himself and the drummer.
When Tom emerged from the bathroom with the straighteners, they were still kissing. The heat and want of desire had replaced the sweetness and air of innocence that had been there mere moments before. The blanket had slipped down so the top of Gustavs’ butt was showing and it was apparent that Georg’s hands were firmly attached to it.
Gustav faintly heard Tom mention that they needed to be ready by 8:30, before he heard a door close and he slowly pushed Georg down onto the bed.
The bassist shimmied himself back further onto the bed his lips still attached to the drummer’s, who quickly resumed position on top. Gustavs’ arms now supported his weight as he passionately kissed the man beneath him. He rolled his hips down lightly enjoying the sensation as Georg moaned in the back of his throat.
The bassist bought his feet onto the bed so that Gustav was lying in his legs’ grip as he used his free hands to slowly pull down the other mans boxers, gasping when the drummers cock jumped free and on to his own.
Georgs’ hand was feeling its way down his lovers’ body. He made it to his hip and then went inland taking hold of his lovers’ hard length. Gustav broke the kiss, moaning loudly as Georg started to stroke firmly up and down his shaft.
Just when-
“Oh GOD”
Tom.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry!” Tom panicked covering his eyes. “Dave sent me to tell you that the interview has been pushed forward and we have to leave now,” Tom peeked through his fingers.
Gus was still on Geo but they now had a blanket covering everything.
“You guys finish fast,” he stuttered “I’ll try and stall Dave for you”
The door closed.
Both boys burst out laughing.
Georg looked up and Gustav starting to slowly stroke his joystick again.
“He did say we could finish,” Georg smiled wickedly.
Gustav crashed their lips together with such force it added a new level to the passion, he let his arms give way. He crashed down onto the body beneath him; hard cocks rubbing together.
The groan from them was so loud Dave was bound to have heard them in the foyer.
Gus started rubbing himself over his lover, grinding with such force that Geo didn’t think he could last much longer. The bassist moved his hands between them, taking both of their cocks and tightening his grip. Gus whimpered before supporting himself on his arms again and thrusting into his lovers’ grasp, creating a friction so delicious that all they could do was moan.
Gustav pulled out, then thrust in again, his hard length rubbing intensely up and down Georg’s shaft. The drummer repeated the motion a few more times, each one at a slower pace; Georg started to shudder beneath him. As he pulled back he could feel himself getting closer.
“Soon,” the drummer grunted.
Georg whimpered as he tightened his grip on their hot-rods.
Gustav bought his lips down, kissing his lover with passion, tongues fighting together.
The drummer built up the speed of his thrusts, as he felt Georg moan into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, thrusting twice more, the bassist tightening his grip each time. He stopped, then shuddered violently covering his lovers’ stomach with his love potion as he let a growl escape his throat.
Georg was panting beneath him. He thrust once more and his lover bucked beneath him, cuming with a shout.
The bassists’ hands released their softening cocks as Gus dropped onto him then rolled off to lie next to him, basking in the sweaty after glow.
Georg rolled over and planted a clumsy kiss on his lovers lips before getting up and heading for the bathroom.
After 10 frantic minutes of cleaning and dressing Georg finally looked in a mirror.
“Fuck” He laughed
Gustav was sitting on the end of the bed reading a book, dressed and ready to go.
“What?” the drummer raised his eyes.
Georg was standing in front of him, hip jutted out, pointing to his hair.
Gustav burst out laughing. “Now that’s what I call Sex hair.”
“Yeah! Now where’s my beanie,” the bassist muttered as he went to search.
-
They walked into the foyer trying to not look too suspicious.
It was 9.
Only half an hour late.
Dave spotted them.
“Finally,” he said, his expression unreadable. He looked at them, brows furrowing, becoming more serious by the second.
“Please tell me you were able to find Gustavs’ lucky socks”
They almost burst out laughing but they saw Tom behind him mouthing ‘Go With It.’
“Uhh yeah. We did,” Georg stuttered. “They were in my suitcase for some reason.” he looked at Gustav smiling. “Don’t know why”
They headed for the doors.
“Georg, why are you wearing a hat?” Dave asked unmoved.
“Why are you wearing a jacket?” the bassist replied not looking back
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Author: Marcia_Rawks
Pairing(s): G/G ... and some Tom OC's and Bill OC's hinted or implied.
Rating: Will easily get to R18
Disclaimer: Not Real. Never Happened. Not Mine.
Warnings: At the moment NOTHING.. but theres a chance that may change
Summary: Georg is in Love with Gustav. Does Gustav know?
Author's notes This is a Series.. and yes i hope you like it. Please comment so i know that you like it.. if you dont comment there is a high chance i just wont post more XD
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Georg and Gustav pulled apart and slowly turned to where the expletive had come from.
“Oh shit,” Gustav whispered as he stared at the confused brown eyes.
He looked over to Georg; the bassist looked broken, his eyes were empty. The sparkle that had been their moments before had gone.
They had been caught, so very, very caught.
Georg bought his gaze up, to yet again look at who had caught them.
Tom was standing there, eyes wide, mouth agape, completely at a loss for words.
After all he had just seen his two “straight” friends kissing.
He headed towards the table that his two band mates were sitting at, and who it now appeared were both freaking out. He saw Gustav take Georgs hand and he inwardly raised an eyebrow. This was definitely going to be and interesting and informing conversation.
-
Tom sat down in front of him, and he felt Georg squeeze his hand.
“Something you want to tell me?” Tom asked, not unkindly.
Gustav looked down at their intertwined hands, and raised them putting them on the table in plain sight.
“I think you can guess,” he mused.
Tom raised an eyebrow.
“So you two are,” he stopped. “You two?” Tom still looked somewhat confused. “Wait,” He eyed each of them in turn “ So that means you’re both,” he looked around them and then whispered “Gay?”
Gustav copied him, slightly jokingly looking around the room before he leaned forward and whispered.
“No.”
Georg was next to him shaking his head and giggling lightly.
Tom looked confused and conflicted.
“If you’re not gay then why...” He waggled his finger from Georg to Gustav. “How is this then?”
Gustav just looked at him, a twinkle in his eye.
This is going to be fun.
“You don’t have to be gay to find another man sexually attractive, Tom,” Gustav reasoned, squeezing the bassist’s hand reassuringly.
Georg blushed slightly to his right, a small smile gracing his lips as Tom blanched before him.
“But, if it confuses you less,” he said looking to the bassist, “Georg is gay.”
Toms’ eyes slowly moved over to Georg, and he eyed him up and down.
“Oh…” The guitarist faltered. “Ok.”
Gustav leant forward, and eyed Tom up and down.
“Do you have a problem with that, Tom?”
Tom coughed
“No… no no no. YAY You’re gay,” he said laughing awkwardly.
Georgs’ eyes flicked quickly over to Gustav, his fear apparent.
“Are you sure your ok Tom?” Gustav inquired, squeezing the bassists’ hand again in reassurance.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine... I’m fine.” Tom paused. “If I had a problem with Georg that would mean I would have a problem with myself,” he spoke. “I don’t have a problem with me,” He finished, looking at Georg reassuringly.
“You’re gay?” Georg questioned.
“Bi,” Tom clarified.
“Ohhh,” Both G’s murmured together.
Gustav turned to look at Georg, only to find he was already looking at him. A slow warm smile spread across the face of the latter before the drummer leant in and placed a quick chaste kiss on the lips of the bassist.
“Woah,” Tom smiled. “I’m going to have to get used to that.” He paused as Georg laughed lightly. “Ever since I took that photo of you two on the bus I knew there was something between you.” He paused for a moment. “But confirmation is just mind boggling. So if I stare, I want to apologise in advance.” He laughed lightly.
“Just so you know,” Georg spoke up pointing to himself and Gustav. “Secret shhh” and then he winked.
“Oh, ok. Sure,” Tom nodded.
They all sat in silence before Tom leant forward and took the pamphlet that was in front of Georg. He eyed it over once before he started to laugh lightly.
“You guys going here?”
“Yup, sure are.” Gustav grinned. “Its Hagen’s dream holiday”
“Hobbiton?” Tom laughed “You dream holiday is to go to Hobbiton?”
“Hobbiton is a very romantic place,” Georg melted as he looked deep into Gustav’s eyes.
Tom looked down at the pair’s still very together hands and noticed that Gustavs thumb was stroking the bassists’ hand. The guitarist softly put his hand down on those of the G’s.
“Ok, you guys seriously have to stop being so cute.” Tom spoke up grinning.
“Sorry,” Both G’s replied in unison, sheepish grins on both faces.
-
Gustav rolled over and snuggled into the warm body next to him, he glanced over at Georgs’ portable alarm clock. 7:59.
He leant over his lover and turned off the alarm before he snuggled back into Georg’s side and started tracing circles around the bassists’ belly button with the hope that it would slowly wake up the target.
Gustavs’ finger traced up over his lovers’ hard abs, and passed down so close to his treasure that he twitched subconsciously in his sleep. Gustav chuckled lightly; this was one of the reasons he loved that Georg slept naked.
The drummer slowly straddled the other boy before flattening himself against his chest so they were skin on skin. He snuggled his head into the nook of Georg’s neck, taking in his scent; his whole being.
The body wriggled slightly beneath him.
Taking in a deep breath Georg realised the weight on his chest. He cracked an eye open and smiled at the sight before him.
“Morning” Georg laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around his lovers’ back.
Gustav just kissed the bassists’ neck in reply.
Georg glanced over to his alarm clock. 8:09
“Its time to get up,” Geo whispered as he stroked Gustavs’ bare back.
The bassist started to slowly sit, but Gustav just clamoured his arms around his lover, and held on tight. Georg chuckled lightly. Gustav pulled his legs out and wrapped them around his soul mates’ waist
Georg pulled himself up the final few centimetres, so he was completely upright. Gustav was clinging to him like a koala. Geo swung his legs around so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
The older boy ran his fingers up and down the drummers’ sides, closing the gap between them with a soft kiss.
There was a knock at the door that joint Georg and Gustavs’ rooms together.
They looked at each other quizzically before -
“Who is it?” Georg yelled.
“Tom,” the door grunted.
Georg pulled the blanket around them, holding on to Gustav tightly.
“It’s open,” the bassist yelled.
Tom walked in, platting his dreads together. “Can Bill please borrow your straighteners, he said he would come and get it himself but he cant because..” Tom stopped, the view in front of him having just sunk in.
He just stood there staring.
“…Because?” Georg prompted him.
Tom scrunched his eyes together and shook his head a couple of times.
“Umm sorry… because he looks like a girly girl.” Tom laughed. “His words not mine”
“He always looks like a girly girl,” Gustav chirped up, his cheek mushed into Georgs’ as they both had full attention on the guitarist.
Tom coughed.
“So what are you guys…umm doing?” the guitarist asked, head cocked to the side.
“Just sitting…” The bassist replied, grin across his face “And it’s a good thing he’s sitting here cause I’m not wearing any underwear,” He added with a light chuckle
Gustav wiggled his hips, a sparkle entering his eye.
“I can confirm that he isn’t wearing any underwear.” He turned to look at the bassist. “I like that,” he whispered the deepest bedroom voice that Tom had ever heard.
“Hair straighteners?” Tom croaked.
“Bathroom,” Georg grunted before he leant forward and closed the gap between himself and the drummer.
When Tom emerged from the bathroom with the straighteners, they were still kissing. The heat and want of desire had replaced the sweetness and air of innocence that had been there mere moments before. The blanket had slipped down so the top of Gustavs’ butt was showing and it was apparent that Georg’s hands were firmly attached to it.
Gustav faintly heard Tom mention that they needed to be ready by 8:30, before he heard a door close and he slowly pushed Georg down onto the bed.
The bassist shimmied himself back further onto the bed his lips still attached to the drummer’s, who quickly resumed position on top. Gustavs’ arms now supported his weight as he passionately kissed the man beneath him. He rolled his hips down lightly enjoying the sensation as Georg moaned in the back of his throat.
The bassist bought his feet onto the bed so that Gustav was lying in his legs’ grip as he used his free hands to slowly pull down the other mans boxers, gasping when the drummers cock jumped free and on to his own.
Georgs’ hand was feeling its way down his lovers’ body. He made it to his hip and then went inland taking hold of his lovers’ hard length. Gustav broke the kiss, moaning loudly as Georg started to stroke firmly up and down his shaft.
Just when-
“Oh GOD”
Tom.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry!” Tom panicked covering his eyes. “Dave sent me to tell you that the interview has been pushed forward and we have to leave now,” Tom peeked through his fingers.
Gus was still on Geo but they now had a blanket covering everything.
“You guys finish fast,” he stuttered “I’ll try and stall Dave for you”
The door closed.
Both boys burst out laughing.
Georg looked up and Gustav starting to slowly stroke his joystick again.
“He did say we could finish,” Georg smiled wickedly.
Gustav crashed their lips together with such force it added a new level to the passion, he let his arms give way. He crashed down onto the body beneath him; hard cocks rubbing together.
The groan from them was so loud Dave was bound to have heard them in the foyer.
Gus started rubbing himself over his lover, grinding with such force that Geo didn’t think he could last much longer. The bassist moved his hands between them, taking both of their cocks and tightening his grip. Gus whimpered before supporting himself on his arms again and thrusting into his lovers’ grasp, creating a friction so delicious that all they could do was moan.
Gustav pulled out, then thrust in again, his hard length rubbing intensely up and down Georg’s shaft. The drummer repeated the motion a few more times, each one at a slower pace; Georg started to shudder beneath him. As he pulled back he could feel himself getting closer.
“Soon,” the drummer grunted.
Georg whimpered as he tightened his grip on their hot-rods.
Gustav bought his lips down, kissing his lover with passion, tongues fighting together.
The drummer built up the speed of his thrusts, as he felt Georg moan into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, thrusting twice more, the bassist tightening his grip each time. He stopped, then shuddered violently covering his lovers’ stomach with his love potion as he let a growl escape his throat.
Georg was panting beneath him. He thrust once more and his lover bucked beneath him, cuming with a shout.
The bassists’ hands released their softening cocks as Gus dropped onto him then rolled off to lie next to him, basking in the sweaty after glow.
Georg rolled over and planted a clumsy kiss on his lovers lips before getting up and heading for the bathroom.
After 10 frantic minutes of cleaning and dressing Georg finally looked in a mirror.
“Fuck” He laughed
Gustav was sitting on the end of the bed reading a book, dressed and ready to go.
“What?” the drummer raised his eyes.
Georg was standing in front of him, hip jutted out, pointing to his hair.
Gustav burst out laughing. “Now that’s what I call Sex hair.”
“Yeah! Now where’s my beanie,” the bassist muttered as he went to search.
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They walked into the foyer trying to not look too suspicious.
It was 9.
Only half an hour late.
Dave spotted them.
“Finally,” he said, his expression unreadable. He looked at them, brows furrowing, becoming more serious by the second.
“Please tell me you were able to find Gustavs’ lucky socks”
They almost burst out laughing but they saw Tom behind him mouthing ‘Go With It.’
“Uhh yeah. We did,” Georg stuttered. “They were in my suitcase for some reason.” he looked at Gustav smiling. “Don’t know why”
They headed for the doors.
“Georg, why are you wearing a hat?” Dave asked unmoved.
“Why are you wearing a jacket?” the bassist replied not looking back
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