Die Ärzte One-Shots

Bathroom Games (Farin x Bela/Richard x Igor)

Leider weiß ich gar nicht mehr wo ich diese Geschichte gefunden habe, und sie handelt von Richie und Igor, falls hier jemand den super genialen Film Richy Guitar gesehen hat :D

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Bathroomgame #1

"Can I scrub your back?"

Richard turned round with a start. He hadn't heard Igor get into the bathroom, but there he was, standing naked in front of him, holding the shower curtain aside with one hand, while the other one was placed not so casually on his hip. How could he say no to such an offer? He made a bit of room for Igor and the drummer stepped inside the bathtub, drawing the curtain back and moving behind him.

"So, did you find anything interesting today?" he asked, hugging him from behind and running his fingers slowly over Richard's chest.

"Not really," Richard said, wiggling back against Igor's body. "But I met Paul, the bloke who used to work with me at the concrete factory."

"The one who got you fired?"

"Hey, it's not like he did it on purpose, he was fired too. That Steuber was an arsehole, anyway."

"So, you met this Paul guy. And?" Igor went on, hands sliding down to Richard's stomach as he spoke.

"And he said that, maybe, the place where he's working now will need some extra workers in the next weeks. He left me his number and told me to call him in a few days."

"Mmh." Igor was trailing kisses across Richard's shoulders and down his back, fingers idly playing over his friend's sides and abdomen.

"Weren't you supposed to scrub my back?"

"I changed my mind."

Richard turned round. Igor's hair was wet and slicked back, his make-up smudged around his eyes and starting to run. The guitarist couldn't understand how his friend managed to look so sexy without even trying; and how he could have just overlooked it for so long. He leaned down and kissed him, eyes fluttering closed as their lips brushed. It started out sweet and gentle, but Igor got impatient pretty soon and pressed himself eagerly against Richard, putting both hands on the blonde's hips and all but attacking his mouth. Richard gladly submitted to his friend's assault, once again noticing how different that was from kissing a girl: Igor was demanding and needy, his kisses almost aggressive and so much more intense than anything he had ever done before, making him light-headed and leaving him wanting more.

Igor pulled back, already starting to get short of breath.

"I want to suck your cock."

Richard felt his heart stop. "W-what?"

"I want," Igor repeated slowly, sliding a hand around and grabbing Richard's dick. "To suck. Your cock."

Richard opened his mouth, but found himself unable to speak. They hadn't done much more than jacking each other off up until that point, and now Igor was suggesting...

"You... I... Have you ever..."

"Not really," Igor replied, hand moving lazily up and down. Richard thought his knees were going to give way any moment. "But I've had it done enough times to know how it works, it mustn't be that difficult."

Richard swallowed. "You... really?"

"Yeah, it's incredible what a bit of sweet talking can do to a girl. That, and a lot of alcohol."

"Wow."

Igor's smile turned into a little frown. "Wait, are you telling me you've never..."

Richard looked slightly embarrassed; he hated being so inexperienced. "Well, Anja didn't want to and before that... It's not like I've had so many girlfriends."

Igor kissed him again. "Knowing I'm the first to do this to you turns me on like you wouldn't believe."

Richard stared as Igor mouthed his way down his body, stopping briefly to tease a nipple and then dropping to his knees. He placed a hand against the tiled wall, afraid he wouldn't be able to stand on his own once things got started. Igor looked up and Richard felt his head starting to spin. The drummer leaned in and he closed his eyes, but his friend only kissed his belly, causing him to gasp in surprise.

"Open your eyes. Look at me."

Richard did as he was told – he was sure his face was a ridiculous shade of red, but didn't really care – and saw Igor smile up at him. And then he licked him. One long, slow lick, from base to tip, and Richard couldn't suppress the low, choked, totally undignified sound he made.

"Ah, Igor..."

"Ssh." Igor was so close, Richard could feel his breath on his skin, tickling him like crazy. He put his other hand on the wall too, trying not to collapse on top of him. Igor was still licking him and, even though it felt extremely good, it was also driving him insane. He wanted to beg him to do something, anything, but he had a hard time breathing; speaking was out of question. But Igor seemed to sense his need: he closed a hand around the base of Richard's cock and moved up to the head, going from licking to gentle sucking.

"Aah, fuck, fuck!"

Richard pressed his forehead against the wall, eyes shut tight. God, he couldn't last, he couldn't last at all. Igor took a bit more of him into his mouth, humming low in his throat, and Richard thought he was going to explode.

"Coming... Fuck, Igor, I'm coming..."

Igor ignored him and went on sucking, taking him in deeper still, and Richard couldn't remember ever coming so hard before. He was sure he'd never been so loud either, people must have heard him all the way to Hamburg. But he was too worn out to care, and just let himself slide down the tub. Igor was sprawled next to him, a hand rubbing his cock frantically.

"You look... so fucking hot when you come," he panted, eyes half-closed and lips swollen. Richard wanted to do something for him, Igor had just given him an amazing blowjob (he couldn't really make comparisons, but it had been amazing indeed), but he couldn't find the strength to move. So he just leaned in, more following gravity than anything, and pressed his lips against Igor's. The taste surprised him; he hadn't even thought of it, but he didn't pull back. It made it all the more real somehow.

Igor moaned into the kiss, his free hand coming up and clutching at Richard's shoulder, and the guitarist could feel how Igor tensed and arched against him as he finally found release.

"Fuck, yes," he muttered against his mouth, going slack and slumping back against the tub. "We should always shower together."

Richard smiled. They would never get out of the tub if they did.