....Till grinned, sucking at one of Schneider’s earlobes, lubing his manhood...
It is a story written by one of my most fav authors of bad slash fics. In the story, Christoph asks Till to resist one month without any sex (kissing and spooning are allowed), in order for Till to prove Christoph he loves him. The month passes by, Paul notices that Till is happy again, and Schneider and Till have sex. Ze end.
Now, my fav sentences:
Till grinned, sucking at one of Schneider’s earlobes, lubing his manhood. - I have this image of him grinning like and idiot, while holding one of Schneider';s ears in his mouth, and, in the same time... lubing his manhood". But, next: Till grinned, sucking at one of Schneider’s earlobes, lubing his manhood. He pushed his way in, slowly, but firmly. Ok, now let me get this - Till was fucking Schneider's ear?
The smaller man moaned weakly, wrapping his legs around his hips hard enough to leave bruises. - I could hear some bones crushing as well.
The strong man bit at his neck, leaving marks. What? *singing an Iron Maiden tune* 666, the number of the Beast?
The frail man whined some more, arching his back and digging into his lover’s with his nails. - What was he digging? Trenches? Or Schneider is a um mole?
Till rolled his hips faster, his lower stomach hitting hard against Christoph’s butt. - Ok, forget the rolling hips, be awed by the sexiness of the image of a lower stomach beating the shit out of Schneider's ass.
The smaller man moaned softly, panting loudly. - Sheer symphony!
The singer sucked at his collar bones, marking him, still slamming in hard and deep. - Now, from mole, Schneider was promoted to cattle.
He growled with a rusty voice, sucking at his jaw. - These people are hungry, they keep sucking bones.
The drummer smiled, huffing softly, trying to catch his breath. Till licked his cheek, lifting his lover’s butt up to hit his sweet spot more easily. Christoph moaned, jolting in his arms. He grinned, pumping faster, nibbling at his ear. - I know now! They are digging for oil!
“Till…” he moaned, tilting his head back, his body starting to shake like a string. - Um... the unexplainable happening. We should ask the UFO people.
His body fell numb under Till’s , panting hard. - Oh, Schneider, you and your divine panting body!
The strong man grunted softly and slowed the pumping, shaking badly. - Need to replace the pump.
He fell numb too, his massive chest moving up and down fast. - He was also known as "Till with he bouncy chest". He should wear a bra or something. Really!
Christoph moaned softly as his lover slid out and moved down to his stomach, licking it clean. - Was he cleaning inside the stomach?? Ewwww!
And now, the key paragraph of the story - everything is solved, who committed the murder, who the fuck is Alice, etc:
“I never thought you’d last the whole month.”
“You doubted me?”
“I doubted your libido.” He answered, grinning.
Does it really need commenting???
He whispered, covering his lover’s face with butterfly kisses. - Now I feel dumb. Butterfly kisses? Imagine the elephant ones, poor Till's face!
Till smiled, rolling on his back and pulling the smaller man over himself. The drummer stroked his hair, sucking at the singer’s tongue. The strong man grunted softly, caressing his lover’s lower back and butt cheek. He shivered, his lips moving down to his neck, teeth grinding against his warm skin gently. The singer jolted, tilting his head back as Schneider licked the sore flesh. He bit down again, almost drawing blood. Till growled, running his nails lightly down the smaller man’s spine. Christoph let go of his neck, going back to his lips.
“You taste sweet. I forgot how you tasted.” He whispered, nibbling at his bottom lip.
Till stroked the back of his neck, smiling sweetly.
“What do I taste like?” he whispered, nibbling at his jaw.
The drummer purred, combing his lover’s hair with his fingers.
“Like hazelnuts.”
Ok, not a mole, not a cow. He is a squirrel!!! Mystery solved! Lets all go home now.
The singer grinned, liking his chin. - Uh???
Schneider smiled, resting his hips on his lover’s stomach. He rested his knees on each side of his lover’s sides. Till cupped his butt cheeks, running a finger up and down his crack, teasing his entrance gently. The smaller man shivered, wrapping his arms around his large neck. - How large was that neck.
“I just want it soft this time.” He answered, kissing his way up and down his jugular. - Whoa! Jugular! The girl knows anatomy!
The singer shivered, placing his member at his entrance, waiting for him to let him in. - "Dear, someone knocked on the door this morning. I went to let them in, but when I opened the door was this huge member waiting..."
He started moving slowly, letting him in deeper and deeper at each roll of his hips. Till helped him, holding on to his hips and rolling his hips too. - Hips rolling, the new sport of the month!
“Mind if I turn around?” he asked, blushing. “You’ll hit my sweet spot easier.” - Believe me, I'm blushing too. Along with covering my eyes with my palm.
Anyway, they start pumping for oil. Till is the chief in charge of the pump. So he pumps, and pumps until... The singer grunted softly, his pumping growing irregular. New pump needed. Badly! And a brain for the writer.
He felt hot liquid on his hand and grunted softly, releasing himself too. Schneider shivered feeling him splash his insides. - THEY FOUND OIL!!! THEY FOUND OIL!!! FINALLY!
Till slid out gently and laughed softly as his lover let himself fall against him. He wrapped his strong arms around him, trying to catch his breath. - With his arms?
Now, my fav sentences:
Till grinned, sucking at one of Schneider’s earlobes, lubing his manhood. - I have this image of him grinning like and idiot, while holding one of Schneider';s ears in his mouth, and, in the same time... lubing his manhood". But, next: Till grinned, sucking at one of Schneider’s earlobes, lubing his manhood. He pushed his way in, slowly, but firmly. Ok, now let me get this - Till was fucking Schneider's ear?
The smaller man moaned weakly, wrapping his legs around his hips hard enough to leave bruises. - I could hear some bones crushing as well.
The strong man bit at his neck, leaving marks. What? *singing an Iron Maiden tune* 666, the number of the Beast?
The frail man whined some more, arching his back and digging into his lover’s with his nails. - What was he digging? Trenches? Or Schneider is a um mole?
Till rolled his hips faster, his lower stomach hitting hard against Christoph’s butt. - Ok, forget the rolling hips, be awed by the sexiness of the image of a lower stomach beating the shit out of Schneider's ass.
The smaller man moaned softly, panting loudly. - Sheer symphony!
The singer sucked at his collar bones, marking him, still slamming in hard and deep. - Now, from mole, Schneider was promoted to cattle.
He growled with a rusty voice, sucking at his jaw. - These people are hungry, they keep sucking bones.
The drummer smiled, huffing softly, trying to catch his breath. Till licked his cheek, lifting his lover’s butt up to hit his sweet spot more easily. Christoph moaned, jolting in his arms. He grinned, pumping faster, nibbling at his ear. - I know now! They are digging for oil!
“Till…” he moaned, tilting his head back, his body starting to shake like a string. - Um... the unexplainable happening. We should ask the UFO people.
His body fell numb under Till’s , panting hard. - Oh, Schneider, you and your divine panting body!
The strong man grunted softly and slowed the pumping, shaking badly. - Need to replace the pump.
He fell numb too, his massive chest moving up and down fast. - He was also known as "Till with he bouncy chest". He should wear a bra or something. Really!
Christoph moaned softly as his lover slid out and moved down to his stomach, licking it clean. - Was he cleaning inside the stomach?? Ewwww!
And now, the key paragraph of the story - everything is solved, who committed the murder, who the fuck is Alice, etc:
“I never thought you’d last the whole month.”
“You doubted me?”
“I doubted your libido.” He answered, grinning.
Does it really need commenting???
He whispered, covering his lover’s face with butterfly kisses. - Now I feel dumb. Butterfly kisses? Imagine the elephant ones, poor Till's face!
Till smiled, rolling on his back and pulling the smaller man over himself. The drummer stroked his hair, sucking at the singer’s tongue. The strong man grunted softly, caressing his lover’s lower back and butt cheek. He shivered, his lips moving down to his neck, teeth grinding against his warm skin gently. The singer jolted, tilting his head back as Schneider licked the sore flesh. He bit down again, almost drawing blood. Till growled, running his nails lightly down the smaller man’s spine. Christoph let go of his neck, going back to his lips.
“You taste sweet. I forgot how you tasted.” He whispered, nibbling at his bottom lip.
Till stroked the back of his neck, smiling sweetly.
“What do I taste like?” he whispered, nibbling at his jaw.
The drummer purred, combing his lover’s hair with his fingers.
“Like hazelnuts.”
Ok, not a mole, not a cow. He is a squirrel!!! Mystery solved! Lets all go home now.
The singer grinned, liking his chin. - Uh???
Schneider smiled, resting his hips on his lover’s stomach. He rested his knees on each side of his lover’s sides. Till cupped his butt cheeks, running a finger up and down his crack, teasing his entrance gently. The smaller man shivered, wrapping his arms around his large neck. - How large was that neck.
“I just want it soft this time.” He answered, kissing his way up and down his jugular. - Whoa! Jugular! The girl knows anatomy!
The singer shivered, placing his member at his entrance, waiting for him to let him in. - "Dear, someone knocked on the door this morning. I went to let them in, but when I opened the door was this huge member waiting..."
He started moving slowly, letting him in deeper and deeper at each roll of his hips. Till helped him, holding on to his hips and rolling his hips too. - Hips rolling, the new sport of the month!
“Mind if I turn around?” he asked, blushing. “You’ll hit my sweet spot easier.” - Believe me, I'm blushing too. Along with covering my eyes with my palm.
Anyway, they start pumping for oil. Till is the chief in charge of the pump. So he pumps, and pumps until... The singer grunted softly, his pumping growing irregular. New pump needed. Badly! And a brain for the writer.
He felt hot liquid on his hand and grunted softly, releasing himself too. Schneider shivered feeling him splash his insides. - THEY FOUND OIL!!! THEY FOUND OIL!!! FINALLY!
Till slid out gently and laughed softly as his lover let himself fall against him. He wrapped his strong arms around him, trying to catch his breath. - With his arms?