Kiss or Kill

Part 06

Richard's POV

I get through each day like a robot. I try to ignore the sounds of Paul and Schneider, next door, night after night. One night I can't stand it and go to Flake's room, who had sensibly gotten a room on a different floor to be away from the noise. I ask him if I could stay in his room for the night to get away from the noise of the two lovebirds, trying to turn it all into a big joke. He nods, grabs a pillow for me and throws me a coat I can sleep under. I curl up on the floor and try to sleep.

We go down to breakfast the next morning to the same sort of scene that's been shoving itself in my face for the past week- Paul leaning his head on Schneider's shoulder, and Schneider putting his arm around Paul. Christoph is constantly looking up at me, it's almost as if he's daring me to say something. But there's nothing I can say. Nothing. I use the rest of breakfast-time to plan out what I'm going to do.

Another same-old, same-old day passes. When we get to the next hotel, I start to get very nervous, waiting for the perfect moment to take Schneider away from the others to talk to him. After a half-hour or so of alcohol consumption, Christoph leaves so he can shower before going to bed. Paul gets up to go with him but Schneider says he just wants a couple of minutes alone to wind down. I see my chance and follow him, hoping that no-one notices me leave. I shut the door behind me, and when I've catched up with Christoph, I shove him against the wall wordlessly. His face is full of arousal and a hint of triumph.

Eventually I speak to him, in as calm a voice as I can manage. "You want me, just me. That's a fact, isn't it, Christoph?" He smiles and looks down, in a fake show of shyness. This pisses me off, so I grab his chin and force him to look at me. I repeat my question and this time get a positive answer. "Hmmm. Not that hard to guess. You never were a subtle man." I stroke his chin and place my palm flat against the wall next to his head. "Its taken me a while to realise who I want." Christoph interprets that as me wanting him. I let both of my hands stroke his arms, and then move round to the back, and I hold and push his ass so he's crushed against me. He lets out a small whimper. He's hard already, the whore.

I force a grin and try to prove my point. "When you want someone, you want them all to yourself. I don't want to share the person I love. You will never touch Paul again, is that clear?" By now, I'm slightly swaying where I stand, gently grinding against him. There's no way he can resist this, I think. And he can't.

"Y-yes, Reesh. I'll never go near him again, if that's what you want." He moves his face closer to mine as if to kiss me, but I step back, shaking my head.

"You can have your reward only when you've proved to me that you only want me. We'll meet up tommorow night, if you can prove your love to me, and then you will be rewarded."

I walk to my room, lie down and wait. It doesn't take Schneider that long to do what I expected him to do, as 10 minutes later Paul comes stumbling into my room and waking me up, drunk and despairing, crying about how Schneider had coldly said that he didn't love him and dumped him. I almost can't bear hearing him this upset. I run to him and hug him so hard you'd think it would break his ribcage. "Fuck him, Paul. He doesn't deserve you. You're way too perfect for him." He smiles and kisses me. I pull back. "I.. what... I know what I want, but are you sure you want it as well?" He giggles and kisses me again. I'll take that as a yes. I sit down first on the bed and he sits on my lap and kisses my neck. "You're... you're drunk..." I say feebly. He wisely chooses to ignore me.

Paul's POV

I undress us both and find a bottle of lotion on the bedside table that i'll use as lube. I don't want to hurt him, not after he's being so nice to me. I coat a couple of fingers with the stuff and prepare him, then get myself ready and slowly slide in.

I notice little things that I never did with others- the salty taste of his skin as I lick and bite and suck at his neck, the tremble in his voice as he starts calling my name, the loving smile he gives me as he lets me shove his arms above his head in a wierd little parody of what he did to me before, and then, finally, as he comes slightly after me, the way he grips me tightly to him as if he never wants to let me go. I get up to grab a drink and I actually have to shake him off a bit. We both laugh at that. We settle down as if this is what we've been doing for years. He rests his head on top of mine as I lay my head on his chest, and he wraps the duvet around us. " 'Night, Richard."

"'Night. Love you, Paul."

I drift off to sleep, feeling warm and comforted. At peace.

Schneider's POV

I'm in a fever of excitement the next day. I can't believe that my tactic of making Richard jealous by carrying on with Paul without him actually worked- I just hope he didn't really think I wanted Paul, not him. I can't wait to run to Richard tonight and show him how I've proved that I love him. He'll be so pleased. And I'll get Richard. I'll be his.

The next day's show is the last one of the tour, so afterwards the rest of them all look pretty exhausted, but I'm still held up by nervous energy. I can't stop myself from staring at Richard. He's being more sensible than me and isn't paying any attention to me- probably doesn't want anyone to know that we're practically together so soon after my break-up with Paul. Which, by the way, everyone knows about, but seems to not be paying much attention to it, as if it's just another event, nothing special. Paul is quiet but isn't unhappy, and also ignores me. Maybe it's all that can be expected- I suppose I was a little harsh to him last night. I hope he managed to find someone he could stay with and didn't have to get another room.

Richard comes over. My heart is racing. Could this be it?