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gothikmausSo, DÄ are going to play at Rock im Park and Rock am Ring on the 1st and 3rd June. I'd LOVE to go to at least one of the 2, going to both would be a dream but they're so damn expensive. I want to talk to my bandmates about it, maybe we can go all together. Our keyboardist was the one who asked me about RaR in the first place, well, he sent an email to all of us, but I was the only one who knew where to find info about it. It would be great going all together, apart from our drummer who won't come because he's already going to GODS OF METAL on the 3rd June. Besides travelling with 3 boys is like having your own personal bodyguards. ^__^ We'll talk about it when we meet on Monday night, I just hope the tickets won't sell out this weekend, they only confirmed Die Ärzte yesterday!
We're going somewhere to celebrate Carnival tonight, in Milan we celebrate one week later than the rest of Italy. We're going to have a drink in a place near Demi's home and then we'll decide what to do after that. And I'm dressing up as Maya the Bee! Yay! :D
I talked about a ficlet yesterday, didn't I? Well, it pretty much wrote itself. Oh, my damned cigarette fetish.
Title: Intoxicating
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Pairing: Bela/Rod
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's something extremely intimate in the simple act of sharing a smoke.
A/N: Smoking is bad for your health. Don't take this story as an encouragement to start.
Disclaimer: This is just fiction, no offence meant, I'm only doing this for fun etc etc. You know the drill.
The door was ajar. Bela pushed it open and stepped outside. Rod was standing with his back against the wall, lazily smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, do you have another one?"
Rod shook his head. "This was the last one, sorry. But we can share," he offered holding out the half-smoked cigarette.
"Thanks." The drummer took a drag and exhaled slowly. "God, I needed it."
"I thought you were quitting."
"Yeah, for the fourth time this month." He put the cigarette to his lips again and closed his eyes. He could already feel the nicotine running through his system, spreading from his lungs to the very tip of his fingers. He handed the cigarette back to Rod. Bela knew smoking was a bad habit, and Farin never missed an opportunity to remind him, but the guitarist had never smoked, so he couldn't understand just how delicious it felt. Besides, he had always thought there was something extremely intimate in the simple act of sharing a smoke. It was like sharing a secret, something wrong and dangerous. He looked at Rod as he took one last drag and crushed the butt against the wall. On impulse he closed the distance between them, put his hand on the back of the bassist's head and pulled him towards him.
Rod's mouth tasted of tobacco, of course, and Bela thought it was the most intoxicating taste ever. He bit his friend's tongue and Rod moaned into his mouth, his hands coming up to the drummer's arse and pulling him closer. Their kisses were always intense, leaving them with swollen lips and pounding hearts, and that one was no exception.
They were both out of breath when they finally pulled apart.
Bela licked his lips. "We'd better go back. Soundcheck's about to start."
Rod nodded. Bela gave him one last quick kiss and walked inside. The bassist leaned against the wall again and tilted his head back. He needed to buy a packet of cigarettes.
We're going somewhere to celebrate Carnival tonight, in Milan we celebrate one week later than the rest of Italy. We're going to have a drink in a place near Demi's home and then we'll decide what to do after that. And I'm dressing up as Maya the Bee! Yay! :D
I talked about a ficlet yesterday, didn't I? Well, it pretty much wrote itself. Oh, my damned cigarette fetish.
Title: Intoxicating
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Pairing: Bela/Rod
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's something extremely intimate in the simple act of sharing a smoke.
A/N: Smoking is bad for your health. Don't take this story as an encouragement to start.
Disclaimer: This is just fiction, no offence meant, I'm only doing this for fun etc etc. You know the drill.
The door was ajar. Bela pushed it open and stepped outside. Rod was standing with his back against the wall, lazily smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, do you have another one?"
Rod shook his head. "This was the last one, sorry. But we can share," he offered holding out the half-smoked cigarette.
"Thanks." The drummer took a drag and exhaled slowly. "God, I needed it."
"I thought you were quitting."
"Yeah, for the fourth time this month." He put the cigarette to his lips again and closed his eyes. He could already feel the nicotine running through his system, spreading from his lungs to the very tip of his fingers. He handed the cigarette back to Rod. Bela knew smoking was a bad habit, and Farin never missed an opportunity to remind him, but the guitarist had never smoked, so he couldn't understand just how delicious it felt. Besides, he had always thought there was something extremely intimate in the simple act of sharing a smoke. It was like sharing a secret, something wrong and dangerous. He looked at Rod as he took one last drag and crushed the butt against the wall. On impulse he closed the distance between them, put his hand on the back of the bassist's head and pulled him towards him.
Rod's mouth tasted of tobacco, of course, and Bela thought it was the most intoxicating taste ever. He bit his friend's tongue and Rod moaned into his mouth, his hands coming up to the drummer's arse and pulling him closer. Their kisses were always intense, leaving them with swollen lips and pounding hearts, and that one was no exception.
They were both out of breath when they finally pulled apart.
Bela licked his lips. "We'd better go back. Soundcheck's about to start."
Rod nodded. Bela gave him one last quick kiss and walked inside. The bassist leaned against the wall again and tilted his head back. He needed to buy a packet of cigarettes.
