RPS ficlet: Three (Die Ärzte)
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gothikmausBah. We had an anti-terroristic simulation this morning. It was just a huge joke. If there was a real terroristic attack, we'd be SO screwed. And my ankle still hurts a bit. Damn.
Anyway, I wrote yet another Ärzte ficlet! Yay! I'd like to add more, but it can be read as a stand-alone too, so here it is. Also posted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
deine_schuld.
Title: Three
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Bela/Farin + Rod
Rating: PG-13 or light R
Summary: The first time Rod had seen them, he had been shocked.
The first time Rod had seen them, he had been shocked. He had opened the door of the dressing room and found them there, Farin pressing Bela against the wall and kissing him fiercely, his hands clutching Bela's arse, while the drummer's hands had found their way under Farin's shirt and were working their way up his back.
He had gaped at them until Bela had pulled back from the kiss and told him, "Close the door, will you? Anyone could walk in." He had apologised and hurriedly left the room.
The second time, he had been embarrassed. They had been in the studio and Rod had gone to fetch something to drink. Walking back into the little lounge he had found Farin sitting on the couch with Bela kneeling astride his lap. Farin's hands had been once again on Bela's arse and the two of them had been snogging like teenagers.
He had sat down in a corner with his back to the couch, plugged a pair of headphones into his bass and started playing a random song.
But now, now he was horny. The lift doors had just slid closed and Bela was already pushing Farin up against the mirror, pulling the blond head down and shoving his tongue down Farin's throat. Rod looked away, but the post-concert adrenaline running through his veins made him acutely aware of every gasp, every moan coming from his bandmates. He had to resist the urge to adjust the front of his trousers.
"Can't you two wait till you get to your room?" He finally said, exasperated. "You're not horny schoolboys anymore, for fuck's sake."
Farin pulled back just enough to look at him. He was sporting his usual infuriating grin.
"What's the problem, Rod? It's just a smooch."
"You really need to get laid more often, Rod," Bela added while nuzzling Farin's neck. "It'd do wonders for your mood."
"Thanks for telling me," Rod snapped back and punched on the fifth floor button repeatedly. "This lift is fucking slow."
"Got a date? Don't worry, your right hand isn't going anywhere," Farin said.
Bela giggled and smacked his shoulder. "Don't be so mean to poor little Rod."
"What? What did I say?"
Rod stalked out of the lift as soon as the doors slid open. He could hear Bela and Farin muttering something, but he was beyond caring. He stopped in front of his room and rummaged through his pockets in search of the key.
"Shit!" He growled as the magnetic card fell to the floor. He kneeled down and picked it up. As he stood back up he found Bela and Farin standing on either side of him.
"What do you want?"
"Are you mad at us?" Farin asked, looking only a little bit apologetic. "We were just having a bit of fun."
Rod closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "No, I'm not mad, I'm just tired. Can I go to sleep now?"
"Are you sure you want to sleep?" Bela asked, sounding oddly near.
Rod turned his head and saw the drummer standing far closer than he should. "What?" He took a step back, but found himself almost stumbling into Farin. He felt trapped and didn't like the sensation at all.
"You've been looking at us all night. At first we thought we were bothering you, but maybe we got it all wrong. Maybe you're just... curious?"
"Yeah, maybe you feel left out?" Farin added and put his hands on Rod's shoulders.
Rod began to panic. "What the bloody fuck are you talking about? I don't wanna join in your little games. I like women, got it? Women. With boobs and a cunt and everything else women have. If I ever want to play with a dick, I'll play with mine."
"Hey, hey. No need to get so worked up over it," Bela said raising his hands, as if trying to physically block Rod's rant. "You don't want to, that's fine with us. We're not gonna force you into anything."
"Yeah, it was just an idea," Farin went on. "We'll just let you sleep. Goodnight." He turned round and headed for his room.
Bela started walking after him, then stopped and leaned in to whisper in Rod's ear.
"You don't know what you're missing, though." He pinched the bassist's arse and trotted up to Farin.
Rod quickly entered his room and threw himself onto the bed. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a long time.
Anyway, I wrote yet another Ärzte ficlet! Yay! I'd like to add more, but it can be read as a stand-alone too, so here it is. Also posted at
deine_schuld.Title: Three
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPS)
Pairing: Bela/Farin + Rod
Rating: PG-13 or light R
Summary: The first time Rod had seen them, he had been shocked.
The first time Rod had seen them, he had been shocked. He had opened the door of the dressing room and found them there, Farin pressing Bela against the wall and kissing him fiercely, his hands clutching Bela's arse, while the drummer's hands had found their way under Farin's shirt and were working their way up his back.
He had gaped at them until Bela had pulled back from the kiss and told him, "Close the door, will you? Anyone could walk in." He had apologised and hurriedly left the room.
The second time, he had been embarrassed. They had been in the studio and Rod had gone to fetch something to drink. Walking back into the little lounge he had found Farin sitting on the couch with Bela kneeling astride his lap. Farin's hands had been once again on Bela's arse and the two of them had been snogging like teenagers.
He had sat down in a corner with his back to the couch, plugged a pair of headphones into his bass and started playing a random song.
But now, now he was horny. The lift doors had just slid closed and Bela was already pushing Farin up against the mirror, pulling the blond head down and shoving his tongue down Farin's throat. Rod looked away, but the post-concert adrenaline running through his veins made him acutely aware of every gasp, every moan coming from his bandmates. He had to resist the urge to adjust the front of his trousers.
"Can't you two wait till you get to your room?" He finally said, exasperated. "You're not horny schoolboys anymore, for fuck's sake."
Farin pulled back just enough to look at him. He was sporting his usual infuriating grin.
"What's the problem, Rod? It's just a smooch."
"You really need to get laid more often, Rod," Bela added while nuzzling Farin's neck. "It'd do wonders for your mood."
"Thanks for telling me," Rod snapped back and punched on the fifth floor button repeatedly. "This lift is fucking slow."
"Got a date? Don't worry, your right hand isn't going anywhere," Farin said.
Bela giggled and smacked his shoulder. "Don't be so mean to poor little Rod."
"What? What did I say?"
Rod stalked out of the lift as soon as the doors slid open. He could hear Bela and Farin muttering something, but he was beyond caring. He stopped in front of his room and rummaged through his pockets in search of the key.
"Shit!" He growled as the magnetic card fell to the floor. He kneeled down and picked it up. As he stood back up he found Bela and Farin standing on either side of him.
"What do you want?"
"Are you mad at us?" Farin asked, looking only a little bit apologetic. "We were just having a bit of fun."
Rod closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "No, I'm not mad, I'm just tired. Can I go to sleep now?"
"Are you sure you want to sleep?" Bela asked, sounding oddly near.
Rod turned his head and saw the drummer standing far closer than he should. "What?" He took a step back, but found himself almost stumbling into Farin. He felt trapped and didn't like the sensation at all.
"You've been looking at us all night. At first we thought we were bothering you, but maybe we got it all wrong. Maybe you're just... curious?"
"Yeah, maybe you feel left out?" Farin added and put his hands on Rod's shoulders.
Rod began to panic. "What the bloody fuck are you talking about? I don't wanna join in your little games. I like women, got it? Women. With boobs and a cunt and everything else women have. If I ever want to play with a dick, I'll play with mine."
"Hey, hey. No need to get so worked up over it," Bela said raising his hands, as if trying to physically block Rod's rant. "You don't want to, that's fine with us. We're not gonna force you into anything."
"Yeah, it was just an idea," Farin went on. "We'll just let you sleep. Goodnight." He turned round and headed for his room.
Bela started walking after him, then stopped and leaned in to whisper in Rod's ear.
"You don't know what you're missing, though." He pinched the bassist's arse and trotted up to Farin.
Rod quickly entered his room and threw himself onto the bed. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a long time.
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Date: 2005-09-26 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-30 08:17 pm (UTC)I just wanted to say that imagining Farin say "It's just a smooch." makes me so, so amused & delighted. XD
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Date: 2007-09-30 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-30 08:55 pm (UTC)I promise I'll finish some of mine too. :B
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Date: 2007-09-30 09:05 pm (UTC)http://www.doitcomics.net/whispers
Argh, I really should update it. =/
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Date: 2007-09-30 09:09 pm (UTC)