Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 3
Title: Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 3
Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: R (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 2,592 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 3
The kiss was hot, more burning than the sun and Lukas felt ablaze inside. It could be counted as the most passionate kiss he’d ever experienced and he couldn’t recall feeling anything like this before, not even with his wife and that scared him a lot but he still held on. Bastian’s tongue prodded his lips and he didn't even resist, and it's his turn to moan.
The Pole ran his hand to Bastian’s throat, caressing the spot there incitingly and could practically feel the Bavarian shiver under his palm. Lukas gasped and was suddenly scared by a thought that had never occurred to him before but it’s currently bombarding his head, the thought that he’d love to have a naked and aroused Bastian in his bed, like right now.
Then the Bavarian broke the kiss.
"You need to take a shower now. We'll get into town in half an hour," he said before pecking on his lips one more time and got up. Lukas blinked, couldn't believe what had just happened, or what hadn't happened, rather. He'd like to blurt out whether they could probably make out first but as Bastian walked away, he looked over his shoulder and smirked upper-handedly.
Bastian, you fucking tease!
So Lukas got into the shower and by sheer will power didn't jerk off. He reappeared fifteen minutes later. Bastian was sitting in a chair on the deck wearing sunglasses and a fedora. He's in long-sleeve shirt and jeans, his legs propped up on a tabletop and he's playing his iPhone. Lukas realized that they had arrived at Ibiza Town. "Ready?" Bastian asked without looking up, seemed like too caught up in a game.
"Where are we going, Schweini?" Walking to stand behind him, Lukas looked over his shoulder to see what's on the screen, it's Candy Crush.
"S'Ametller, of course. You're the one who booked it," the blonde answered. "Yes!" He blurted out as passing to the next level then put his phone back in his pocket. If he hadn't been too caught up, Lukas doubted he'd let the suspicion pass. Bastian only stood up. "Okay, let's go."
Lukas followed Bastian out of the yacht to the marina then fell in steps beside him. The blonde put his hand around Lukas' shoulder and the Pole also put his around the other's waist. A fan saw them, screamed softly then dragged her friends to ask for pictures with the two of them. Bastian didn't reject. This happened quite a few times but Bastian didn't seem to mind and Lukas noticed that every time any fans recognized them, they'd look at them endearingly, not at either of them but both of them like an item, and he realized they liked the sight of them together.
Lukas' heart swelled again.
The esplanade was alive and Lukas couldn't remember the last time he'd come to Ibiza. It's a party island and he'd never been into parties, seriously, it's Bastian who was. Tourists were strolling along the boardwalk or sipping evening drinks both out in the open and under the shades that shielded them from the scorching sun leisurely like there's nothing to be in a hurry about in this world. Lukas always liked the prospect of summer, it's slow-paced, had a fairytale charm and more often than not it meant he'd be with Bastian.
Lukas looked at the guy whom he'd called his best friend for ten years, Bastian looked the same as he remembered before they parted ways at Berlin airport not so many days ago, though he seemed to be a bit glower. Lukas wondered whether it's because of the sex he assumed they had last night from the state he woke up in or was it just because Lukas was here with him, because, their teammates always said this, Bastian looked glower every time Lukas was around.
They arrived at a restaurant and Lukas realized he had to take charge in whatever was coming. He's the one who booked the table and he doubted that the Lukas here would stop just that. There must be a birthday cake, at least, though that's no surprise. He informed his name to a waiter and they were taken to a table with the best view. Lukas let Bastian follow a staff to a table for two by a large window while he asked a waiter.
"Hey, I'm sorry but have I already ordered something?"
The waiter nodded. "I'll give you a review of your order, sir. But I'm afraid we've already prepared the materials for some of the dishes." Then he disappeared behind the counter. Following him to the counter front, Lukas put his arm on it and tapped his fingers against the countertop restlessly. The waiter came back and handed him a list. Lukas glimpsed over the piece of paper, he ordered smoked salmon salad with apple and green salad with apricot and mozzarella for starters, cuttlefish and cod for main courses, a bottle of Chardonnay, and for dessert, strawberry cheesecake that came with candles.
Well, he thought that was thorough. "You can proceed." He handed the paper back and walked to their table.
"Problems?" Bastian asked.
"No, just checking." He sat down. The Chardonnay came, Bastian tested and after that it was poured into their glasses. Though Lukas didn't normally drink alcohols neither beer nor wine or whatever, he didn't have the heart to object Bastian tonight, it's his birthday anyway and he couldn't finish the whole bottle by himself. Okay, maybe he could, but he just simply shouldn't, alright?
The salads came and were finished real fast, Lukas could see that Bastian was as starving as he was. While they're waiting for the main courses, Bastian fidgeted with his dessert fork and Lukas wondered whether he'd like to skip to dessert already. He smiled, does Bastian have a sweet tooth, or is it just because today is his birthday? Lukas reached out to grab the blonde's fidgeted hand. Bastian looked up. "We haven't eaten the main courses yet and you're looking forward to the dessert. This is hardly fair to the restaurant." He held Bastian's hand just so. The blonde quirked his brow.
"It's my birthday today so I have a right to crave for cakes?"
"You'll be fat before you know it." Lukas clucked his tongue disapprovingly.
"It's just today, Poldi!" He chuckled. "And you always said that I'm too thin. I thought you'd like if I have some fats for you to cuddle, not only limbs and bones."
The thought of him cuddling Bastian might be so bizarre if he imagined it this morning but now, now it made him want to jump the Bavarian even more.
"If you're going to get some fats whatsoever, can I ask them to be in your butt?" Lukas grinned and though he could see sparks in his eyes, Bastian's cheeks reddened.
"Aside from being an idiot, Luki, you're a pervert." Bastian released his hand from Lukas' grip to snatch the wine glass instead. He leaned back in his chair, one arm crossed over his chest and he's sipping Chardonnay while looking over the rim of his glass like challenging for Lukas' comeback. The Pole was about to retaliate but the main courses had arrived.
The food was superb and they finished it in no time. When it came to dessert time, Lukas was suddenly nervous. He didn't know what the other him told the waiter on the phone about the queue and he'd forgot to ask. Also he'd just realized he didn't have any presents for Bastian. He suddenly felt ashamed, if he's Lukas who's actually Bastian's lover, would he prepare any present for him? Might be but what was it? He didn't see anything that looked like a wrapped gift in his bag when he dug for clothes this morning - the only telltale signs that it's his bag were the untidiness and a pair of frayed jeans he recognized as his because both Bastian and he used matching Louis Vuitton duffle bags. Or he might have already given it to Bastian last night, it could be but not likely.
Lukas was thinking about telling the blonde that he's going to the toilet so he could ask a waiter about the plan, but a staff arrived to clear their plates. "Do you like desserts now, sir?" He asked.
Lukas looked up and their gazes met. "Yes, please." The waiter nodded.
Two minutes later as Lukas and Bastian were chatting about anything ridiculous and sipping their wines, the restaurant’s lights went down and there were voices singing happy birthday in German.
By the dim light of dusk, Lukas could see Bastian's smile and the happiness on his face was accentuated by yellow candle lights that were approaching their table on a chunk of strawberry cheesecake by a group of waiters. The delight seemed to be contagious that Lukas found himself smiling as well. A waiter placed the cake in front of Bastian and as the song ended, the Bavarian looked up at Lukas and the Pole mouthed, ‘make a wish'. And he knew Bastian was doing as he's told though he didn't avert his eyes from Lukas. He blew the candles while their eyes still locked and Lukas knew the wish must have been about him.
What have you wished for, Basti? Lukas thought back to his own wish, it's just yesterday, actually, that he wished he could be with his best friend on his birthday. And now he's here, sitting opposite Bastian while the birthday boy blew the candles on his birthday cake in a restaurant in Ibiza with only God knew how. The lights were on again and the smile on Bastian's face was illuminated further and Lukas felt something constrict in his chest.
"Happy birthday, my Bunny," he whispered, and Bastian's smile widened. Seems like it's not the first time Lukas called him like this here.
"Thank you, my Prinz." The blonde couldn't stop smiling. He picked up a slice of strawberry and was about to put it in his mouth but then changed his mind, he reached across the table to feed Lukas. The Pole opened his mouth and took it. "Is it good?" He asked.
Lukas swallowed. "What do you take me for? A guinea pig?"
"No, I'm taking you for a guinea penguin." He giggled and popped a strawberry in his mouth. Lukas was bewildered for a second then recalled that long time ago Bastian named a penguin doll he'd got from a journalist after him and they joked about the penguin taking penalties in an interview. He laughed so hard.
"You still remember that!"
"Of course I remember that, Poldi the Penguin is on my nightstand. You know it." He looked at Lukas suspiciously again and the Pole felt the need to change the subject.
"Is the cake good, Basti the Bunny?"
"Poldi the Guinea Penguin must try it first." Bastian scooped a morsel of cheesecake by his fork and reached to feed Lukas again.
Lukas couldn't believe that they finished the cake, it's definitely not for two people but as they chatted, finished the wine (Bastian's doing, mostly) and ordered a new bottle, they kept eating and Bastian kept feeding him until Lukas realized eventually that the CHEESEcake was all gone and outside the sky was dark. It must be after ten now, how long have they been sitting here anyway? If he wanted to stay fit, he must never eat like this again, ever. Birthday was no excuse.
"I'm too full," Lukas groaned and laid a hand on his stomach to feel the effect first-handedly. Bastian smiled and poured more wine into his glass but didn't give more to Lukas.
So basically after they left the restaurant for Ushuaïa, one of the most popular open-air nightclubs in Ibiza, Bastian was more than tipsy. They took a taxi. The club had a large swimming pool in the middle and was packed as they arrived although it's not even midnight yet. They're led to the VIP lounge on a raised platform and Bastian ordered a bottle of champagne. They lay cozily on a king-size four-poster bed with white bound curtain as Bastian leisurely sipped pricy Charles Heidsieck.
The music was loud, apparently there's BBC Radio 1 Party also featuring superstar DJs on stage like David Guetta and Afrojack. Patrons who were their fans approached asking for pictures when they noticed them. And even though Lukas was quite sure Bastian was drunk, he seemed collected enough to talk to anyone who came up to chat, congratulate him for the World Cup or if they remembered, wish him a happy birthday, with respectable manners.
As the night wore on, Bastian was stoned and though Lukas wasn't, he still didn't trust himself to not do anything stupid at this late hour. His arm was around the blonde's waist all the time as they lounged comfortably in bed. The Bavarian snuggled up against his neck and Lukas kissed the top of his head endearingly. Then he felt Bastian kiss the skin on his neck and suck it, he goosebumped and the sensation ran straight to his crotch.
Shit.
"Umm," Bastian moaned and Lukas suddenly felt self-conscious. The blonde's breaths were hot on his skin and the scent of lemongrass shampoo on Bastian's hair mingled with the wine-tainted breaths made him feel something he'd never felt towards them before: aroused. Like Bastian could read his mind, or he might actually know Lukas well enough, he whispered, "I finish this bottle and we go back."
Lukas looked at the bottle in the ice bucket, he couldn't even remember how many bottles Bastian had drunk tonight. "You should stop drinking by now, Schweini."
"You'll help me with the rest?" The blonde chuckled against Lukas' neck and it's both ticklish and provoking at the same time.
"Of course, I'll help you with the rest." He leaned over the Bavarian to snatch the bottle without losing their touches. Bastian's free hand was laid on Lukas' stomach and he stroked it lovingly. There's only a quarter of liquid left and Lukas finished it soon enough. As they paid the bills and headed out to wait for taxi, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. One of Bastian's arms was around his waist while the other clung to the Pole's shirt on the front. Lukas's arm was on the blonde's shoulder and he kept supporting the birthday boy when he lost balance.
It didn't take long before they arrived back at the yacht. They stumbled into their cabin, making as subtle noises as possible because though the island was still pretty much alive, it's four in the morning. Lukas put Bastian on the bed and was about to turn to the toilet but the Bavarian caught the collar of his shirt, pulled him down on the bed as well and crushed their lips together.
It's the most demanding kiss they'd shared so far, and combined with alcohols in their veins Lukas knew it couldn't get worse, or better, or whatever. The kiss was sloppy and drunk and Lukas had never been so turned on in his life. Suddenly Bastian put his hand on Lukas' groin and the Pole gasped shock. Their lips broke apart. The blonde ran the palm of his hand up along Lukas' hard erection under his jeans and whispered slurredly against his lips. "Luki...," he bit the Pole's lower lip seductively and Lukas felt dazed like he's intoxicated but definitely not by alcohols, "...fuck me," Bastian said.
To be continued in Chapter 4.
A/N: If you don't know what penguin I'm talking about, read this: http://loewsmiserables.livejournal.com/258246.html
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Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: R (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 2,592 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 3
The kiss was hot, more burning than the sun and Lukas felt ablaze inside. It could be counted as the most passionate kiss he’d ever experienced and he couldn’t recall feeling anything like this before, not even with his wife and that scared him a lot but he still held on. Bastian’s tongue prodded his lips and he didn't even resist, and it's his turn to moan.
The Pole ran his hand to Bastian’s throat, caressing the spot there incitingly and could practically feel the Bavarian shiver under his palm. Lukas gasped and was suddenly scared by a thought that had never occurred to him before but it’s currently bombarding his head, the thought that he’d love to have a naked and aroused Bastian in his bed, like right now.
Then the Bavarian broke the kiss.
"You need to take a shower now. We'll get into town in half an hour," he said before pecking on his lips one more time and got up. Lukas blinked, couldn't believe what had just happened, or what hadn't happened, rather. He'd like to blurt out whether they could probably make out first but as Bastian walked away, he looked over his shoulder and smirked upper-handedly.
Bastian, you fucking tease!
So Lukas got into the shower and by sheer will power didn't jerk off. He reappeared fifteen minutes later. Bastian was sitting in a chair on the deck wearing sunglasses and a fedora. He's in long-sleeve shirt and jeans, his legs propped up on a tabletop and he's playing his iPhone. Lukas realized that they had arrived at Ibiza Town. "Ready?" Bastian asked without looking up, seemed like too caught up in a game.
"Where are we going, Schweini?" Walking to stand behind him, Lukas looked over his shoulder to see what's on the screen, it's Candy Crush.
"S'Ametller, of course. You're the one who booked it," the blonde answered. "Yes!" He blurted out as passing to the next level then put his phone back in his pocket. If he hadn't been too caught up, Lukas doubted he'd let the suspicion pass. Bastian only stood up. "Okay, let's go."
Lukas followed Bastian out of the yacht to the marina then fell in steps beside him. The blonde put his hand around Lukas' shoulder and the Pole also put his around the other's waist. A fan saw them, screamed softly then dragged her friends to ask for pictures with the two of them. Bastian didn't reject. This happened quite a few times but Bastian didn't seem to mind and Lukas noticed that every time any fans recognized them, they'd look at them endearingly, not at either of them but both of them like an item, and he realized they liked the sight of them together.
Lukas' heart swelled again.
The esplanade was alive and Lukas couldn't remember the last time he'd come to Ibiza. It's a party island and he'd never been into parties, seriously, it's Bastian who was. Tourists were strolling along the boardwalk or sipping evening drinks both out in the open and under the shades that shielded them from the scorching sun leisurely like there's nothing to be in a hurry about in this world. Lukas always liked the prospect of summer, it's slow-paced, had a fairytale charm and more often than not it meant he'd be with Bastian.
Lukas looked at the guy whom he'd called his best friend for ten years, Bastian looked the same as he remembered before they parted ways at Berlin airport not so many days ago, though he seemed to be a bit glower. Lukas wondered whether it's because of the sex he assumed they had last night from the state he woke up in or was it just because Lukas was here with him, because, their teammates always said this, Bastian looked glower every time Lukas was around.
They arrived at a restaurant and Lukas realized he had to take charge in whatever was coming. He's the one who booked the table and he doubted that the Lukas here would stop just that. There must be a birthday cake, at least, though that's no surprise. He informed his name to a waiter and they were taken to a table with the best view. Lukas let Bastian follow a staff to a table for two by a large window while he asked a waiter.
"Hey, I'm sorry but have I already ordered something?"
The waiter nodded. "I'll give you a review of your order, sir. But I'm afraid we've already prepared the materials for some of the dishes." Then he disappeared behind the counter. Following him to the counter front, Lukas put his arm on it and tapped his fingers against the countertop restlessly. The waiter came back and handed him a list. Lukas glimpsed over the piece of paper, he ordered smoked salmon salad with apple and green salad with apricot and mozzarella for starters, cuttlefish and cod for main courses, a bottle of Chardonnay, and for dessert, strawberry cheesecake that came with candles.
Well, he thought that was thorough. "You can proceed." He handed the paper back and walked to their table.
"Problems?" Bastian asked.
"No, just checking." He sat down. The Chardonnay came, Bastian tested and after that it was poured into their glasses. Though Lukas didn't normally drink alcohols neither beer nor wine or whatever, he didn't have the heart to object Bastian tonight, it's his birthday anyway and he couldn't finish the whole bottle by himself. Okay, maybe he could, but he just simply shouldn't, alright?
The salads came and were finished real fast, Lukas could see that Bastian was as starving as he was. While they're waiting for the main courses, Bastian fidgeted with his dessert fork and Lukas wondered whether he'd like to skip to dessert already. He smiled, does Bastian have a sweet tooth, or is it just because today is his birthday? Lukas reached out to grab the blonde's fidgeted hand. Bastian looked up. "We haven't eaten the main courses yet and you're looking forward to the dessert. This is hardly fair to the restaurant." He held Bastian's hand just so. The blonde quirked his brow.
"It's my birthday today so I have a right to crave for cakes?"
"You'll be fat before you know it." Lukas clucked his tongue disapprovingly.
"It's just today, Poldi!" He chuckled. "And you always said that I'm too thin. I thought you'd like if I have some fats for you to cuddle, not only limbs and bones."
The thought of him cuddling Bastian might be so bizarre if he imagined it this morning but now, now it made him want to jump the Bavarian even more.
"If you're going to get some fats whatsoever, can I ask them to be in your butt?" Lukas grinned and though he could see sparks in his eyes, Bastian's cheeks reddened.
"Aside from being an idiot, Luki, you're a pervert." Bastian released his hand from Lukas' grip to snatch the wine glass instead. He leaned back in his chair, one arm crossed over his chest and he's sipping Chardonnay while looking over the rim of his glass like challenging for Lukas' comeback. The Pole was about to retaliate but the main courses had arrived.
The food was superb and they finished it in no time. When it came to dessert time, Lukas was suddenly nervous. He didn't know what the other him told the waiter on the phone about the queue and he'd forgot to ask. Also he'd just realized he didn't have any presents for Bastian. He suddenly felt ashamed, if he's Lukas who's actually Bastian's lover, would he prepare any present for him? Might be but what was it? He didn't see anything that looked like a wrapped gift in his bag when he dug for clothes this morning - the only telltale signs that it's his bag were the untidiness and a pair of frayed jeans he recognized as his because both Bastian and he used matching Louis Vuitton duffle bags. Or he might have already given it to Bastian last night, it could be but not likely.
Lukas was thinking about telling the blonde that he's going to the toilet so he could ask a waiter about the plan, but a staff arrived to clear their plates. "Do you like desserts now, sir?" He asked.
Lukas looked up and their gazes met. "Yes, please." The waiter nodded.
Two minutes later as Lukas and Bastian were chatting about anything ridiculous and sipping their wines, the restaurant’s lights went down and there were voices singing happy birthday in German.
By the dim light of dusk, Lukas could see Bastian's smile and the happiness on his face was accentuated by yellow candle lights that were approaching their table on a chunk of strawberry cheesecake by a group of waiters. The delight seemed to be contagious that Lukas found himself smiling as well. A waiter placed the cake in front of Bastian and as the song ended, the Bavarian looked up at Lukas and the Pole mouthed, ‘make a wish'. And he knew Bastian was doing as he's told though he didn't avert his eyes from Lukas. He blew the candles while their eyes still locked and Lukas knew the wish must have been about him.
What have you wished for, Basti? Lukas thought back to his own wish, it's just yesterday, actually, that he wished he could be with his best friend on his birthday. And now he's here, sitting opposite Bastian while the birthday boy blew the candles on his birthday cake in a restaurant in Ibiza with only God knew how. The lights were on again and the smile on Bastian's face was illuminated further and Lukas felt something constrict in his chest.
"Happy birthday, my Bunny," he whispered, and Bastian's smile widened. Seems like it's not the first time Lukas called him like this here.
"Thank you, my Prinz." The blonde couldn't stop smiling. He picked up a slice of strawberry and was about to put it in his mouth but then changed his mind, he reached across the table to feed Lukas. The Pole opened his mouth and took it. "Is it good?" He asked.
Lukas swallowed. "What do you take me for? A guinea pig?"
"No, I'm taking you for a guinea penguin." He giggled and popped a strawberry in his mouth. Lukas was bewildered for a second then recalled that long time ago Bastian named a penguin doll he'd got from a journalist after him and they joked about the penguin taking penalties in an interview. He laughed so hard.
"You still remember that!"
"Of course I remember that, Poldi the Penguin is on my nightstand. You know it." He looked at Lukas suspiciously again and the Pole felt the need to change the subject.
"Is the cake good, Basti the Bunny?"
"Poldi the Guinea Penguin must try it first." Bastian scooped a morsel of cheesecake by his fork and reached to feed Lukas again.
Lukas couldn't believe that they finished the cake, it's definitely not for two people but as they chatted, finished the wine (Bastian's doing, mostly) and ordered a new bottle, they kept eating and Bastian kept feeding him until Lukas realized eventually that the CHEESEcake was all gone and outside the sky was dark. It must be after ten now, how long have they been sitting here anyway? If he wanted to stay fit, he must never eat like this again, ever. Birthday was no excuse.
"I'm too full," Lukas groaned and laid a hand on his stomach to feel the effect first-handedly. Bastian smiled and poured more wine into his glass but didn't give more to Lukas.
So basically after they left the restaurant for Ushuaïa, one of the most popular open-air nightclubs in Ibiza, Bastian was more than tipsy. They took a taxi. The club had a large swimming pool in the middle and was packed as they arrived although it's not even midnight yet. They're led to the VIP lounge on a raised platform and Bastian ordered a bottle of champagne. They lay cozily on a king-size four-poster bed with white bound curtain as Bastian leisurely sipped pricy Charles Heidsieck.
The music was loud, apparently there's BBC Radio 1 Party also featuring superstar DJs on stage like David Guetta and Afrojack. Patrons who were their fans approached asking for pictures when they noticed them. And even though Lukas was quite sure Bastian was drunk, he seemed collected enough to talk to anyone who came up to chat, congratulate him for the World Cup or if they remembered, wish him a happy birthday, with respectable manners.
As the night wore on, Bastian was stoned and though Lukas wasn't, he still didn't trust himself to not do anything stupid at this late hour. His arm was around the blonde's waist all the time as they lounged comfortably in bed. The Bavarian snuggled up against his neck and Lukas kissed the top of his head endearingly. Then he felt Bastian kiss the skin on his neck and suck it, he goosebumped and the sensation ran straight to his crotch.
Shit.
"Umm," Bastian moaned and Lukas suddenly felt self-conscious. The blonde's breaths were hot on his skin and the scent of lemongrass shampoo on Bastian's hair mingled with the wine-tainted breaths made him feel something he'd never felt towards them before: aroused. Like Bastian could read his mind, or he might actually know Lukas well enough, he whispered, "I finish this bottle and we go back."
Lukas looked at the bottle in the ice bucket, he couldn't even remember how many bottles Bastian had drunk tonight. "You should stop drinking by now, Schweini."
"You'll help me with the rest?" The blonde chuckled against Lukas' neck and it's both ticklish and provoking at the same time.
"Of course, I'll help you with the rest." He leaned over the Bavarian to snatch the bottle without losing their touches. Bastian's free hand was laid on Lukas' stomach and he stroked it lovingly. There's only a quarter of liquid left and Lukas finished it soon enough. As they paid the bills and headed out to wait for taxi, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. One of Bastian's arms was around his waist while the other clung to the Pole's shirt on the front. Lukas's arm was on the blonde's shoulder and he kept supporting the birthday boy when he lost balance.
It didn't take long before they arrived back at the yacht. They stumbled into their cabin, making as subtle noises as possible because though the island was still pretty much alive, it's four in the morning. Lukas put Bastian on the bed and was about to turn to the toilet but the Bavarian caught the collar of his shirt, pulled him down on the bed as well and crushed their lips together.
It's the most demanding kiss they'd shared so far, and combined with alcohols in their veins Lukas knew it couldn't get worse, or better, or whatever. The kiss was sloppy and drunk and Lukas had never been so turned on in his life. Suddenly Bastian put his hand on Lukas' groin and the Pole gasped shock. Their lips broke apart. The blonde ran the palm of his hand up along Lukas' hard erection under his jeans and whispered slurredly against his lips. "Luki...," he bit the Pole's lower lip seductively and Lukas felt dazed like he's intoxicated but definitely not by alcohols, "...fuck me," Bastian said.
To be continued in Chapter 4.
A/N: If you don't know what penguin I'm talking about, read this: http://loewsmiserables.livejournal.com/258246.html
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