I admit it: I have a cigarette fetish. Seeing certain guys smoking makes me weak at the knees - and Rod is one of them. But the smell of smoke is one of the most disgusting thing ever and it never seems to go away. After the Abwärts concert in Winterthur (that took place in a club where smoking was allowed), I smelled of smoke from head to toe, and even after two showers and three shampoos, I could still smell it.
The only positive thing about it was that I got inspired and wrote this silly little ficlet.
Enjoy. :3
Title: A Smoky Love Affair
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Farin/Rod
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The smell of smoke clings to everything
A/N: I stole the title from a 1917 film I've never even watched. Go me.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.
Rodrigo walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Farin.
"Fuck, Rod, go take a shower."
The bassist turned his head, eyes as big as saucers. "What?"
"Go take a shower, it's impossible to be near you," Farin repeated, not looking up from the book he was reading.
"What the... Are you telling me I stink?"
"Yes," the guitarist said flatly. He did look up this time. "The smell of smoke clings to everything, especially your hair. It's disgusting."
Rod rolled his eyes. Then an idea occurred to him and he draped an arm over the back of the sofa, leaning towards him and smiling seductively. "Why don't we shower together then, so you can make sure my hair is all clean and perfumed."
"No, thanks, I'd rather finish reading this chapter."
"I thought you said you can't concentrate on anything when you're all sweaty."
Farin frowned. "I'm not sweaty."
Rod plucked the book from the blonde's hands and dropped it to the floor. "Oh, you will be, believe me," he said, and lunged forward.
"Fucking....manipulative... bastard," Farin muttered against Rod's lips once the bassist gave him the chance to breath again.
Rod only grinned and went on with his plan to make Farin as dirty and sweaty as possible.
The only positive thing about it was that I got inspired and wrote this silly little ficlet.
Enjoy. :3
Title: A Smoky Love Affair
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Farin/Rod
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The smell of smoke clings to everything
A/N: I stole the title from a 1917 film I've never even watched. Go me.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.
Rodrigo walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to Farin.
"Fuck, Rod, go take a shower."
The bassist turned his head, eyes as big as saucers. "What?"
"Go take a shower, it's impossible to be near you," Farin repeated, not looking up from the book he was reading.
"What the... Are you telling me I stink?"
"Yes," the guitarist said flatly. He did look up this time. "The smell of smoke clings to everything, especially your hair. It's disgusting."
Rod rolled his eyes. Then an idea occurred to him and he draped an arm over the back of the sofa, leaning towards him and smiling seductively. "Why don't we shower together then, so you can make sure my hair is all clean and perfumed."
"No, thanks, I'd rather finish reading this chapter."
"I thought you said you can't concentrate on anything when you're all sweaty."
Farin frowned. "I'm not sweaty."
Rod plucked the book from the blonde's hands and dropped it to the floor. "Oh, you will be, believe me," he said, and lunged forward.
"Fucking....manipulative... bastard," Farin muttered against Rod's lips once the bassist gave him the chance to breath again.
Rod only grinned and went on with his plan to make Farin as dirty and sweaty as possible.
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