RPF Fanfic
This little blurb has been rattling around in my head for quite a while and I really just need to get it out so I could move on with my life!
Title: Needs of Men (Part 1)
Words: 2,648
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Waltz/Diehl, mentions of later Waltz/Roth
Rating: R
Summary: First part of this prompt: "August and Christoph have a one-night-stand, only sex, nothing more. Eli, who has a huge crush on Christoph but doesn't dare to tell him, somehow finds out and is insanely jealous, and bitches at August and maybe even at Christoph. Christoph (who has a crush on Eli and probably thinks Eli is straight) is dense and doesn't understand why Eli is bitching. Eventually Christoph and Eli get together, either because Eli finally tells him, or because August plays matchmaker."
Warnings: Male on male lovin', fellatio
Disclaimer: I am in no way representing any of the characters in this.
So, this hasn't been beta'd or anything and my German translations are bound to be terrible. The only German I know is "Ich spreche Deutsch!" How cruel is that? English translations at the bottom of the page. Please, please let me know of any grievous errors I've made and I'll change them asap. Oh, I should also point out that I haven't written anything non-journalistic in more than five years and have never written an RPF. Eeek.
Needs of Men
“Attendez la crème.”
Hungry eyes watched the Austrian actor’s every move. His contribution to the lunch scene had been wrapped almost an hour ago, but he waited and watched, still in full uniform. He didn’t notice the sweltering heat or notoriously prickly wool, all he could feel was the throbbing ache that resonated from his groin.
August bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood as he thought about the things he wanted to do to his co-star. He certainly would wait for the crème.
The young German had never been sexually attracted to anyone this much since meeting and marrying his wife. He wasn’t sure if it was the separation from her, or if it was all just part of the older man’s charm. Up until that afternoon all of his frustrations had been vented through a cigarette. A man can only take so much, plus August had started to seriously worry about lung cancer setting in within a few days. At least that’s how he’d justified the growing heat that pooled deep in his person.
August’s attention was solely focused on Christoph’s mouth, imaging what the white flecks on those plump lips really were. He bit down on his lip again, stifling a moan that had just about clawed its way out of his throat. August casually let his fingers brush over the bulge now pressing on that horrible wool. August knew he could play off the motion as a simple readjustment of the uniform, though he was fairly certain nobody was watching.
“Excuse me Mr. Diehl, but we need your costume back. Immediately.”
The young actor jumped, the curtly said statement cutting through his haze. A stout little woman with a look on her face that could turn any man to stone was standing next to him, hands on her hips. August nodded, tearing his eyes away from the god on the set to face one of the wardrobe assistants. “Sorry, I just wanted to see . . . how the scene turned out.” The woman only narrowed her eyes, making August wonder if she’d guessed what he been planning to do in her pristine uniform. He stole one last glance at Christoph, so badly did he want to burst on set and ravage the older man, before forcing himself to hurry after the assistant to one of the dressing trailers.
“You’ll get to mess it all up tomorrow Mr. Diehl,” someone shouted as August closed the door behind him, with a little more force than necessary.
“Ja, but tonight would have been better. . .” August grumbled aloud before drawing his chin into the warm confines of his jacket collar and shuffling down rickety metal stairs.
“Für was?”
August glanced up, startled by the interruption and consequently losing his footing on the bottom step, slick with mud from steel toed boots. Before he could fall, someone grabbed his elbow with one hand and the other snaked around to comfortably rest on his lower back. When he looked up, ready to curse out one of his young co-stars (Daniel likely) his face was inches from Christoph’s, their bodies brushing.
“Entschuldige, entschuldige, Christoph!”
“ Nein, nein, ich hätte nicht lauschen sollen,” Christoph interjected with a laugh. August could almost taste the espresso, sweet cream and tobacco when the older man spoke. He leaned in closer, anything to inhale more of that intoxicating scent.
Both men were silent and unmoving, frozen in the moment. “Heute Nacht wäre eine besser Nacht, ihre Uniform mit Sperma zu beschmutzen.,” he whispered, eyes unmoving from the icy spheres staring back at him.
August kept his face even and maintained the close proximity, though every muscle in his body was screaming, “RUN.”
He knew why he had said it, because it was true, but why he had blurted aloud that wasn’t so clear. August chalked part of it up to the charms of the Austrian; he was such an infuriatingly enchanting man. The other part was lust. August wanted it now, no more waiting and watching. Either they were going to have sex, or he was going to get sucker punched.
“ Heute Nacht wäre perfekt,” Christoph quickly replied, without even a change in facial expression. He was still grinning at August, as if they were just joking about their day. “Ich treffen dich an den Autos, ja??” Christoph kissed August on both cheeks before letting go of him and starting up the stairs.
August nodded, not wanting to open his mouth again and spoil everything. Christoph flashed him a toothy grin before heading into the trailer.
The young actor touched his hand to the corner of mouth where Christoph’s lips had touched his own. It felt like the spot was burning and August couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to have those plump lips closed around his cock.
The next few minutes passed without August having any recollection of them, oblivious to the world around him and Daniel talking in his ear. Daniel tapped him rather roughly on the shoulder, holding out a cigarette. “Alles in Ordung?” He inquired, lighting his friend’s cigarette before his own. August took a deep pull, letting the familiar calm wash over him. "Ja, alles ok Dani,” he said, blowing smoke and anxiety out into the air. Daniel frowned, shoving his friend into the side of the rented car that was waiting to take them back to the hotel. “ Nenn' mich nicht Dani!!”
Eli enjoyed Potsdam and all of the shooting locations and he had done a bit of sightseeing, but for the director turned actor, there had always been far better sights on set.
It became common knowledge on the Basterds set that Eli and Christoph were by far the closest of the cast, rivalling even Daniel and August. Despite their opposing dispositions, the two balanced each other perfectly and were quick to bond.
Eli wasn’t gay and that’s what his inner dialogue was going to continue to say. However, he wasn’t going to deny that he wanted to spend all of his time with Christoph and that he wanted their lingering touches to be so much more, the same with the customary French double kisses. More than once he had turned his head just ever so slightly so that their lips would meet.
Even if he wasn’t shooting that day, Eli was almost always on set. He told himself it was to soak up all the knowledge that he could from Quentin, though less and less time was spent near the cameras. No one questioned it. Whether anyone cared or just hadn’t noticed was up for debate. So, it was expected that Eli would be watching the lunch scene and supporting his friend.
The young Bostonian didn’t remember when he started counting down the minutes to the scene end, but it felt like arthritis was starting to develop in his clenched fists. To add to the anxiety, he’d noticed something disturbing about one of his other co-stars. Eli knew that look because it was plastered over his face most of the time: lust. Except it wasn’t on his face, it was on Augusts and the German was staring straight at Christoph.
A fiercely predatory animal was clawing at the corners of Eli’s brain, making him want to take that bat out, or scream at Quentin to end the goddamn scene already. He practically pounced on Christoph when they wrapped, not wanting to let the exhausted actor even sit down. Christoph had just laughed; Eli’s enthusiasm always amused him, and promised to find him again after he’d changed. After that situation was diffused, or so Eli believed, he finally worked his way over to Quentin.
August’s heart started to thunder when he saw the image of Christoph walking up behind him reflected in the car window. Still concerned about spoiling the moment, he turned and gave the older actor an enthusiastic motion to hurry up but kept his mouth shut. The jubilation for August was short lived as Eli came bounding up to Christoph and threw an arm around his shoulder allowing for Christoph’s arm to slip around his back.
Until that day August hadn’t paid any special attention to cast relationships, but now that he was so close to getting a release, it mattered more than anything. That damned American was going to ruin it all.
August spent the 15 minute drive smoking one cigarette after the next, each pull deep and long. As per their usual seating arrangement, August and Eli occupied the window seats, Christoph between them and Daniel was riding shotgun, chatting up the driver. Eli needed a window seat due to his allergies and had insisted he sit by Christoph, August and Daniel had democratically, that is through rock, paper, and scissors, decided their seats.
Eli didn’t want to act like a shunned child and buy into the school yard games, but he couldn’t stop himself from frowning in August’s direction. Fucker was practically giving that cigarette a blow job and better yet, Christoph was watching.
“Well, too late now to act like a mature adult,” thought Eli before throwing a coughing fit. As hoped, he received Christoph’s full attention. The older man even leaned over Eli’s lap to roll the window down further, hand gripping Eli’s upper thigh to steady himself. Eli:1 - August:0.
“Hey, hold the. . .” All the air rushed out of his body and Eli came skidding awkwardly to a halt. As the stainless steel doors had slid shut, he unmistakably seen his two co-stars embrace and their lips meet. “Fuck.” He said, rather loudly in the near silent lobby. Just as he got out from the car, Eli’s phone had slipped out of his jacket pocket and under the vehicle. By time he had caught up with Christoph and August, they were already in the elevator. Daniel and the driver had decided to continue whatever heated conversation they had gotten, retiring to the hotel café, oblivious to the dramatics.
Eli scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to put a stoic mask in place before slamming his palm onto the ‘UP’ arrow. He tired to hurry down the hallway to his room at the very end, but his feet demanded he stop at August’s door. There’s no way that Christoph or August were gay, and there’s no fucking way that they’re fucking each other. Eli leaned in towards the door, not breathing now. Two loud moans erupted from the room and he was sprinting. Eli’s fingers were quick and unusually nimble with the key and he slid into his room. Those two moans weren’t figments of his imagination and were not from the same person.
“ Was ist dein Problem?” Christoph said with a hiss, roughly pushing August away. “ Wir sind in der Öffentlichkeit.”
“ 'Tschuldigung,” August replied, "Aber es war zu einladend.” That was true, but his true motivation had been to see the look on Eli’s face. August had nothing against Eli, but like all humans he had a predatory instinct and right now Christoph was his prey. He was sure Christoph hadn’t seen Eli; otherwise the elder male would have reacted much more severely.
Christoph laughed, this time playfully shoving August out of the elevator as the doors whooshed open. Christoph’s demeanour changed almost immediately when the hotel door had closed behind them. This was a mere business transaction, two friends helping each other out.
“Auf die Knie.” Christoph saw the flash of hesitation in August’s eyes, even though he did as instructed. He leaned down, cupping a hand under August’s chin and tiling the younger male’s head upwards before placing a chaste kiss on his fore head. “Es ist nur Sex,” he whispered before pulling away.
August was quick to get Christoph’s belt, pants and boxers down to his knees, but only managed to undo the buttons of his own shirt before focusing his full attention on Christoph. The older man’s cock was already hard and curled upwards towards his stomach, leaving a small trail of precome when August curled his fingers around Christoph's length.
He gently squeezed, twirling his tongue around the crown before taking the head into his mouth and sucking hard, tongue working the bundle of nerves just beneath the head. A breathy moan was all the usually loquacious Christoph could muster as he tried to not thrust into the damp heat of August's mouth.
Christoph threaded his fingers in August’s formerly immaculate coiffure when August swallowed around him, lips nearly meeting the base of his cock. August grinned around Christoph when he felt a long overdue warmth begin to pool in his abdomen. As his mouth was rapidly pumping up and down the shaft, August’s tongue was working the vein underneath. He pulled off with an obscene pop and tongued just the head, smirking when his elder co-star cried out at the sudden loss of heat.
He curled his fingers around the base of Christoph's erection and continued to lick at the head, all the while keeping his gaze locked with Christoph's. He gathered the precome pooling at the tip with his tongue and made a show of smearing it over his lips as he palmed his own hard on, still trapped in his trousers. August bent his head lower, mouth sucking at Christoph's balls as his finger pressed along his perineum. "Oh fuck," gasped Christoph, both hands clutching at the back of August’s head with the added stimulation.
August couldn’t take the biting pressure of a metal zipper against his cock any longer and freed his member. August closed one of his hands around his own cock and began to thrust, breath hitching as he did so. August’s other hand was sliding up Christoph’s leg and wrapping around the base of his cock as he lowered his mouth down on the blood flushed length of his friend again.
“Ich bin nah,” Christoph said, grip tightening in August’s hair and nearly causing him to cry out. August nodded, ministrations on his own cock speeding up and becoming more erratic.
August came first, back arching into a beautiful bow when the orgasm ripped through him, spilling out in spurts over his hand. So close to edge, all Christoph needed was to see the look of pure ecstasy in his friend’s eyes. With a shout he came on the taut, pearly skin of August’s chest.
Christoph had already pulled his trousers and boxers up from around his knees and was buckling his belt before August came down from his post orgasmic high and realized what was happening.
“Danke,” August said, feeling rather stupid still on his knees on the floor, staring up at Christoph. “Es ist nur Sex,” Christoph said, offering his hand and pulling August up from the floor. “Nichts mehr.”
“Das war genau das, was ich brauchte,” August said, wiping his chest with a Kleenex. Christoph nodded and headed towards the door before asking “Ich sehe dich morgen zum Frühstück?”
August started laugh, it was as if Christoph hadn’t just had a friend’s lips around his cock. “Ja, ja,” he said as Christoph left. As per the usual routine, they would meet in the morning for breakfast with most of the other cast members before heading to set or going out to sightsee.
A: I’m sorry, I’m sorry Christoph!
C: No, no, I shouldn’t eavesdrop.
A: Tonight would be a better night to stain my uniform with your come.
C: Tonight would be perfect.
C: I will meet you by the cars, yes?
D: All in order?
A: Yes, everything is fine Dani.
D: Don’t call me Dani!
C: What’s wrong with you? We’re in public!
A: I’m sorry, but you’re too tempting.
C: On your knees.
C: It’s just sex.
C: It’s just sex.
C: Nothing more.
A: That was exactly what I needed.
C: I will see you tomorrow for breakfast?
Title: Needs of Men (Part 1)
Words: 2,648
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Waltz/Diehl, mentions of later Waltz/Roth
Rating: R
Summary: First part of this prompt: "August and Christoph have a one-night-stand, only sex, nothing more. Eli, who has a huge crush on Christoph but doesn't dare to tell him, somehow finds out and is insanely jealous, and bitches at August and maybe even at Christoph. Christoph (who has a crush on Eli and probably thinks Eli is straight) is dense and doesn't understand why Eli is bitching. Eventually Christoph and Eli get together, either because Eli finally tells him, or because August plays matchmaker."
Warnings: Male on male lovin', fellatio
Disclaimer: I am in no way representing any of the characters in this.
So, this hasn't been beta'd or anything and my German translations are bound to be terrible. The only German I know is "Ich spreche Deutsch!" How cruel is that? English translations at the bottom of the page. Please, please let me know of any grievous errors I've made and I'll change them asap. Oh, I should also point out that I haven't written anything non-journalistic in more than five years and have never written an RPF. Eeek.
Needs of Men
“Attendez la crème.”
Hungry eyes watched the Austrian actor’s every move. His contribution to the lunch scene had been wrapped almost an hour ago, but he waited and watched, still in full uniform. He didn’t notice the sweltering heat or notoriously prickly wool, all he could feel was the throbbing ache that resonated from his groin.
August bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood as he thought about the things he wanted to do to his co-star. He certainly would wait for the crème.
The young German had never been sexually attracted to anyone this much since meeting and marrying his wife. He wasn’t sure if it was the separation from her, or if it was all just part of the older man’s charm. Up until that afternoon all of his frustrations had been vented through a cigarette. A man can only take so much, plus August had started to seriously worry about lung cancer setting in within a few days. At least that’s how he’d justified the growing heat that pooled deep in his person.
August’s attention was solely focused on Christoph’s mouth, imaging what the white flecks on those plump lips really were. He bit down on his lip again, stifling a moan that had just about clawed its way out of his throat. August casually let his fingers brush over the bulge now pressing on that horrible wool. August knew he could play off the motion as a simple readjustment of the uniform, though he was fairly certain nobody was watching.
“Excuse me Mr. Diehl, but we need your costume back. Immediately.”
The young actor jumped, the curtly said statement cutting through his haze. A stout little woman with a look on her face that could turn any man to stone was standing next to him, hands on her hips. August nodded, tearing his eyes away from the god on the set to face one of the wardrobe assistants. “Sorry, I just wanted to see . . . how the scene turned out.” The woman only narrowed her eyes, making August wonder if she’d guessed what he been planning to do in her pristine uniform. He stole one last glance at Christoph, so badly did he want to burst on set and ravage the older man, before forcing himself to hurry after the assistant to one of the dressing trailers.
“You’ll get to mess it all up tomorrow Mr. Diehl,” someone shouted as August closed the door behind him, with a little more force than necessary.
“Ja, but tonight would have been better. . .” August grumbled aloud before drawing his chin into the warm confines of his jacket collar and shuffling down rickety metal stairs.
“Für was?”
August glanced up, startled by the interruption and consequently losing his footing on the bottom step, slick with mud from steel toed boots. Before he could fall, someone grabbed his elbow with one hand and the other snaked around to comfortably rest on his lower back. When he looked up, ready to curse out one of his young co-stars (Daniel likely) his face was inches from Christoph’s, their bodies brushing.
“Entschuldige, entschuldige, Christoph!”
“ Nein, nein, ich hätte nicht lauschen sollen,” Christoph interjected with a laugh. August could almost taste the espresso, sweet cream and tobacco when the older man spoke. He leaned in closer, anything to inhale more of that intoxicating scent.
Both men were silent and unmoving, frozen in the moment. “Heute Nacht wäre eine besser Nacht, ihre Uniform mit Sperma zu beschmutzen.,” he whispered, eyes unmoving from the icy spheres staring back at him.
August kept his face even and maintained the close proximity, though every muscle in his body was screaming, “RUN.”
He knew why he had said it, because it was true, but why he had blurted aloud that wasn’t so clear. August chalked part of it up to the charms of the Austrian; he was such an infuriatingly enchanting man. The other part was lust. August wanted it now, no more waiting and watching. Either they were going to have sex, or he was going to get sucker punched.
“ Heute Nacht wäre perfekt,” Christoph quickly replied, without even a change in facial expression. He was still grinning at August, as if they were just joking about their day. “Ich treffen dich an den Autos, ja??” Christoph kissed August on both cheeks before letting go of him and starting up the stairs.
August nodded, not wanting to open his mouth again and spoil everything. Christoph flashed him a toothy grin before heading into the trailer.
The young actor touched his hand to the corner of mouth where Christoph’s lips had touched his own. It felt like the spot was burning and August couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to have those plump lips closed around his cock.
The next few minutes passed without August having any recollection of them, oblivious to the world around him and Daniel talking in his ear. Daniel tapped him rather roughly on the shoulder, holding out a cigarette. “Alles in Ordung?” He inquired, lighting his friend’s cigarette before his own. August took a deep pull, letting the familiar calm wash over him. "Ja, alles ok Dani,” he said, blowing smoke and anxiety out into the air. Daniel frowned, shoving his friend into the side of the rented car that was waiting to take them back to the hotel. “ Nenn' mich nicht Dani!!”
Eli enjoyed Potsdam and all of the shooting locations and he had done a bit of sightseeing, but for the director turned actor, there had always been far better sights on set.
It became common knowledge on the Basterds set that Eli and Christoph were by far the closest of the cast, rivalling even Daniel and August. Despite their opposing dispositions, the two balanced each other perfectly and were quick to bond.
Eli wasn’t gay and that’s what his inner dialogue was going to continue to say. However, he wasn’t going to deny that he wanted to spend all of his time with Christoph and that he wanted their lingering touches to be so much more, the same with the customary French double kisses. More than once he had turned his head just ever so slightly so that their lips would meet.
Even if he wasn’t shooting that day, Eli was almost always on set. He told himself it was to soak up all the knowledge that he could from Quentin, though less and less time was spent near the cameras. No one questioned it. Whether anyone cared or just hadn’t noticed was up for debate. So, it was expected that Eli would be watching the lunch scene and supporting his friend.
The young Bostonian didn’t remember when he started counting down the minutes to the scene end, but it felt like arthritis was starting to develop in his clenched fists. To add to the anxiety, he’d noticed something disturbing about one of his other co-stars. Eli knew that look because it was plastered over his face most of the time: lust. Except it wasn’t on his face, it was on Augusts and the German was staring straight at Christoph.
A fiercely predatory animal was clawing at the corners of Eli’s brain, making him want to take that bat out, or scream at Quentin to end the goddamn scene already. He practically pounced on Christoph when they wrapped, not wanting to let the exhausted actor even sit down. Christoph had just laughed; Eli’s enthusiasm always amused him, and promised to find him again after he’d changed. After that situation was diffused, or so Eli believed, he finally worked his way over to Quentin.
August’s heart started to thunder when he saw the image of Christoph walking up behind him reflected in the car window. Still concerned about spoiling the moment, he turned and gave the older actor an enthusiastic motion to hurry up but kept his mouth shut. The jubilation for August was short lived as Eli came bounding up to Christoph and threw an arm around his shoulder allowing for Christoph’s arm to slip around his back.
Until that day August hadn’t paid any special attention to cast relationships, but now that he was so close to getting a release, it mattered more than anything. That damned American was going to ruin it all.
August spent the 15 minute drive smoking one cigarette after the next, each pull deep and long. As per their usual seating arrangement, August and Eli occupied the window seats, Christoph between them and Daniel was riding shotgun, chatting up the driver. Eli needed a window seat due to his allergies and had insisted he sit by Christoph, August and Daniel had democratically, that is through rock, paper, and scissors, decided their seats.
Eli didn’t want to act like a shunned child and buy into the school yard games, but he couldn’t stop himself from frowning in August’s direction. Fucker was practically giving that cigarette a blow job and better yet, Christoph was watching.
“Well, too late now to act like a mature adult,” thought Eli before throwing a coughing fit. As hoped, he received Christoph’s full attention. The older man even leaned over Eli’s lap to roll the window down further, hand gripping Eli’s upper thigh to steady himself. Eli:1 - August:0.
“Hey, hold the. . .” All the air rushed out of his body and Eli came skidding awkwardly to a halt. As the stainless steel doors had slid shut, he unmistakably seen his two co-stars embrace and their lips meet. “Fuck.” He said, rather loudly in the near silent lobby. Just as he got out from the car, Eli’s phone had slipped out of his jacket pocket and under the vehicle. By time he had caught up with Christoph and August, they were already in the elevator. Daniel and the driver had decided to continue whatever heated conversation they had gotten, retiring to the hotel café, oblivious to the dramatics.
Eli scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to put a stoic mask in place before slamming his palm onto the ‘UP’ arrow. He tired to hurry down the hallway to his room at the very end, but his feet demanded he stop at August’s door. There’s no way that Christoph or August were gay, and there’s no fucking way that they’re fucking each other. Eli leaned in towards the door, not breathing now. Two loud moans erupted from the room and he was sprinting. Eli’s fingers were quick and unusually nimble with the key and he slid into his room. Those two moans weren’t figments of his imagination and were not from the same person.
“ Was ist dein Problem?” Christoph said with a hiss, roughly pushing August away. “ Wir sind in der Öffentlichkeit.”
“ 'Tschuldigung,” August replied, "Aber es war zu einladend.” That was true, but his true motivation had been to see the look on Eli’s face. August had nothing against Eli, but like all humans he had a predatory instinct and right now Christoph was his prey. He was sure Christoph hadn’t seen Eli; otherwise the elder male would have reacted much more severely.
Christoph laughed, this time playfully shoving August out of the elevator as the doors whooshed open. Christoph’s demeanour changed almost immediately when the hotel door had closed behind them. This was a mere business transaction, two friends helping each other out.
“Auf die Knie.” Christoph saw the flash of hesitation in August’s eyes, even though he did as instructed. He leaned down, cupping a hand under August’s chin and tiling the younger male’s head upwards before placing a chaste kiss on his fore head. “Es ist nur Sex,” he whispered before pulling away.
August was quick to get Christoph’s belt, pants and boxers down to his knees, but only managed to undo the buttons of his own shirt before focusing his full attention on Christoph. The older man’s cock was already hard and curled upwards towards his stomach, leaving a small trail of precome when August curled his fingers around Christoph's length.
He gently squeezed, twirling his tongue around the crown before taking the head into his mouth and sucking hard, tongue working the bundle of nerves just beneath the head. A breathy moan was all the usually loquacious Christoph could muster as he tried to not thrust into the damp heat of August's mouth.
Christoph threaded his fingers in August’s formerly immaculate coiffure when August swallowed around him, lips nearly meeting the base of his cock. August grinned around Christoph when he felt a long overdue warmth begin to pool in his abdomen. As his mouth was rapidly pumping up and down the shaft, August’s tongue was working the vein underneath. He pulled off with an obscene pop and tongued just the head, smirking when his elder co-star cried out at the sudden loss of heat.
He curled his fingers around the base of Christoph's erection and continued to lick at the head, all the while keeping his gaze locked with Christoph's. He gathered the precome pooling at the tip with his tongue and made a show of smearing it over his lips as he palmed his own hard on, still trapped in his trousers. August bent his head lower, mouth sucking at Christoph's balls as his finger pressed along his perineum. "Oh fuck," gasped Christoph, both hands clutching at the back of August’s head with the added stimulation.
August couldn’t take the biting pressure of a metal zipper against his cock any longer and freed his member. August closed one of his hands around his own cock and began to thrust, breath hitching as he did so. August’s other hand was sliding up Christoph’s leg and wrapping around the base of his cock as he lowered his mouth down on the blood flushed length of his friend again.
“Ich bin nah,” Christoph said, grip tightening in August’s hair and nearly causing him to cry out. August nodded, ministrations on his own cock speeding up and becoming more erratic.
August came first, back arching into a beautiful bow when the orgasm ripped through him, spilling out in spurts over his hand. So close to edge, all Christoph needed was to see the look of pure ecstasy in his friend’s eyes. With a shout he came on the taut, pearly skin of August’s chest.
Christoph had already pulled his trousers and boxers up from around his knees and was buckling his belt before August came down from his post orgasmic high and realized what was happening.
“Danke,” August said, feeling rather stupid still on his knees on the floor, staring up at Christoph. “Es ist nur Sex,” Christoph said, offering his hand and pulling August up from the floor. “Nichts mehr.”
“Das war genau das, was ich brauchte,” August said, wiping his chest with a Kleenex. Christoph nodded and headed towards the door before asking “Ich sehe dich morgen zum Frühstück?”
August started laugh, it was as if Christoph hadn’t just had a friend’s lips around his cock. “Ja, ja,” he said as Christoph left. As per the usual routine, they would meet in the morning for breakfast with most of the other cast members before heading to set or going out to sightsee.
A: I’m sorry, I’m sorry Christoph!
C: No, no, I shouldn’t eavesdrop.
A: Tonight would be a better night to stain my uniform with your come.
C: Tonight would be perfect.
C: I will meet you by the cars, yes?
D: All in order?
A: Yes, everything is fine Dani.
D: Don’t call me Dani!
C: What’s wrong with you? We’re in public!
A: I’m sorry, but you’re too tempting.
C: On your knees.
C: It’s just sex.
C: It’s just sex.
C: Nothing more.
A: That was exactly what I needed.
C: I will see you tomorrow for breakfast?