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Good morning. Yesterday, October XX, a concert by the now influential band “Unknown Sorrow” took place in our city. They completely filled the stadium, like never before. On stage, the public faces of the group shone: Till on guitar and Ivan on vocals. As always, they delivered a splendid performance, stealing the hearts of the young audience. Although people think the crowd is entirely female, they manage to captivate both men and women alike. In addition, Ivan was featured on the cover of the magazine – Click.
— Hey, I was watching that.
— You’re such a narcissist, Ivan. Don’t you get bored of looking at your own face?
— Just so you know, I was watching it to see the videos you were in. — those words seemed to hit the guitarist, and although he tried to hide it, his red ears didn’t go unnoticed.
— What stupid things you say. Besides, what are you doing in my room so early?
The vocalist had knocked on his door while he was changing, came in, and made himself comfortable on the bed to watch TV. What annoyed Till the most was that he didn’t even take off his boots when he lay down.
— Can’t I see my bandmate whenever I want?
— And my opinion doesn’t count, right?
— Nope. — he answered, emphasizing the “p” to annoy him.
The smirk on his face only irritated him more. He’d wipe it off with a kick, but that black-haired guy was the face of the band and they had another concert that night, so he had to put up with it.
— You’re unbearable. We spend all our time together, you could at least give me a damn break. — Till’s gaze looked like it could throw knives straight at his head. Tempting.
— Alright, alright, I’m going. Don’t miss me later, babe. — he said goodbye with a wink as he left.
Till flipped him off even though he knew he wouldn’t see it. They had been performing as a group for over two years and it had always been like this. They went everywhere together, interviews, concerts, even vacations in the same place. Not because he wanted to, of course. The black-haired guy would simply book a room in the same hotel and act surprised when they ran into each other in the halls. At this point, the guitarist had already resigned himself to it.
This time, it seemed like he listened… more or less. Because even though he didn’t show up in his room again, they “coincidentally” ran into each other at lunch and when he went out for a walk before the concert.
“Fucking liar.”
The time for their performance came, and everything went smoothly. No sound issues, and the stadium filled completely again.
Ivan took advantage of his solo to do plenty of fanservice. Till had no doubt that the next day his social media would be flooded with edits of that exact moment. Obviously, he wouldn’t save them in a folder called “Idiot” to watch on repeat.
The concert ended and they met with the sound crew and event organizers. Everyone was very happy with how the two nights had turned out.
— Thank you so much for your hard work. We’d like to invite you for some drinks, are you coming? — asked the director enthusiastically.
— We have an early flight tomorrow to continue the tour, I think the most appropriate thing would be-
— Sure, we’ll go. — Ivan cut him off before he could finish.
— Are you out of your mind? We can’t afford to be tired for the next concert.
Ivan leaned close to his ear so only he could hear him.
— We haven’t had fun in a long time because of the schedule, this is our chance to relax a bit. Besides, if we make a good impression, we might get another concert here.
Feeling Ivan’s breath so close made him shiver. He thought about it for a moment, and in the end, he was convinced. He whispered back:
— Fine, but no complaints if I get drunk tonight. — Ivan smiled. Then he turned to the director. — We’ll go.
They followed the team to the most famous nightclub in the city. They tried to go unnoticed, although only they seemed convinced that was possible: it’s not exactly easy to hide a tall man dressed in leather and another with silver hair full of piercings, so some paparazzi followed them. Unfortunately for them, all they got were blurry photos and a couple of insults from Till. They couldn’t get into the venue, but they did reveal the band’s location, causing quite a stir.
The director felt terrible about it and invited them to an open bar in one of the VIP private areas. For a moment, Till was glad those gossip-hungry creatures had followed them.
It didn’t take long for them to start drinking, or at least the guitarist did, since Ivan did what he did best: sucking up. He was determined to get another concert there, no matter what.
After a few drinks, Till was starting to feel dizzy and bored of the business conversations. He began to wonder if coming there had been a good idea.
— Guys… are you two dating? — one of the crew girls dared to ask during a moment of silence.
All eyes turned to them. Till nearly spat out his drink. He looked to Ivan for help, but his expression showed absolutely nothing. That man and his stupid mask. He was thinking of a response when a deep voice beside him interrupted.
— We’re not dating, we’re just bandmates. — Till sighed in relief. Maybe too soon, because Ivan spoke again. — I’d rather be burned alive than date him. He’s full of annoying habits and can’t speak without insulting people. He’s always causing trouble wherever we go.
And just like that, he struck a nerve. Till glared at him furiously.
— Excuse me? Says the weirdest person in the universe. Everyone out there wants to date you and you’re a horrible person. I’d rather go deaf and mute than date someone like you.
“To hell with the contract and this shitty concert,” he thought before throwing the rest of his drink in Ivan’s face.
In response, he only got that fake smile, the one he always wore in interviews. The one he hated. Ivan apologized to the team and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Once he cooled down, Till reflected. Maybe he had gone too far. With that in mind, he followed him.
Luckily, the VIP room had a private bathroom. Till knocked when he arrived.
— Idiot, it’s me. Let me in.
It didn’t take much more; Ivan opened the door and dragged him inside. Once he’d locked it, he looked at the silver-haired man. The man in leather was soaked and had slicked his hair back.
“Damn it, he couldn’t even be ugly so I could at least get properly angry at him.”
— You bastard, what was that about?
— I just told the truth. — he replied, playing innocent. To top it off, he went back to trying to wipe away the remnants of Till’s drink, turning his back on him to look in the mirror.
— You know you didn’t have to put it that way. Especially in front of the people who are going to work with us.
Ivan didn’t answer again. The guitarist was really pissed off. Maybe it was the alcohol or the anger, but he decided to act; he couldn’t let him get away with it. The small space between them made the task easier.
— Till? — the singer asked, confused, as he felt one of his bandmate’s hands squeezing his ass.
— If you’d rather be burned than go out with me, that means I don’t turn you on at all. Isn’t that right? — The young man’s emerald eyes stared at him through the reflection, leaving him feeling like prey. He squeezed his leather pants even tighter. — Come on, answer me.
That sudden change in attitude left him speechless. He simply nodded his head.
— So if I do this, it won’t do anything to you either, right?
Till stood on his tiptoes to reach the level of his face and lick up the last bit of drink that was still left to clean up. The vocalist stood there stunned, watching the other guy lick his lips, revealing his tongue piercing. He didn’t know what effect he was having on the dark-haired man.
Ivan finally reacted and turned to face him. He grabbed his partner by the waist to pull him closer to his mouth. For a moment, he toyed with the idea of devouring him right there. When he was just a few centimeters from his lips, Till pulled away.
— You’re not supposed to be interested in me, are you? You’re such a bad liar. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to kiss someone I don’t like. — he blurted out before opening the door and walking away without waiting for a response.
Ivan noticed that his pants were now a little tighter than usual.
“So that’s how it is… He’ll learn. I’m going to make him like me so much that he ends up begging me for more.”
Without knowing it, Till had sparked the start of a war.
He took care of his sudden erection before going back to the group. Back in the private booth, he saw that Till was half-asleep in a chair. It was time to return to the hotel.
He picked him up in his arms to leave quickly. The fans, who were waiting outside to see them, were surprised at the scene. Ivan was sure that the next day there would be photos of them everywhere, so he made sure to cover Till’s sleeping face during the short walk from the club to the taxi.
The next morning, the guitarist woke up with a massive hangover. He wanted to smash the alarm clock against the floor, but he had to get ready quickly for the flight. As he gathered the clothes scattered around the room, he noticed a pill on the table with a glass of water and a note:
“Take this if you don’t want to go to the next concert like a zombie. I promise it’s not drugs or poison.”
The handwriting was Ivan’s. He took it without hesitation, since the headache didn’t let him think clearly. Then he remembered the scene he had caused in the bathroom the night before.
“Oh no. What have I done? Only Anakt knows what that lunatic will do now. I’m screwed,” he thought, blushing.
Once everything was ready, he went to find him so they could wait for the driver together. When they met, he avoided looking at him out of embarrassment. To his surprise, Ivan said absolutely nothing. He was always chatting about anything that had happened at concerts or just teasing him, but this time he was completely silent.
In the car, Till dared to glance at him and realized Ivan wasn’t taking his eyes off him. He checked his clothes in case something was wrong; tie, hat, gloves… everything was in order.
“What’s wrong with him now?”
Finally, Ivan seemed to remember he had to blink and looked away. Something wasn’t right. Before he could ask anything, the singer spoke for the first time that morning.
— Sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have said that in front of the team.
— I don’t give a fuck about the team. Aren’t you going to apologize for what you said? — He only got silence. To make matters worse, he saw Ivan’s smirk reflected in the window. — Bastard.
That was the last word they exchanged during the entire trip. On the plane, Till took the chance to recover the sleep he had lost the night before. Meanwhile, Ivan spent the rest of the time thinking about how to carry out his plan.
Once at the hotel, each went to their own room. There were only two hours left until the concert, so they dropped their things and headed to the stadium.
Luckily, that place had dressing rooms, something Till appreciated so he could be alone before performing. Something that never really happened. Even though they each had one, Ivan always ended up staying in his. But not this time.
There was too much silence without that idiot hanging around. What had happened the night before had definitely affected his bandmate. Maybe Till was even thinking about apologizing. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
— Soundcheck in 10 minutes.
He quickly checked his makeup before heading out to the stage. They rehearsed one or two songs to test the sound. It was a bit awkward since Ivan didn’t speak to him (or even look at him) the entire time they were playing. Was it going to be like that in front of the audience too?
When they finished, Till returned to his dressing room frustrated. He tried to compose something to distract himself, but couldn’t. All because he kept thinking about that idiot dressed in leather. Had he really made him angry?
He didn’t reach a conclusion before someone burst into the room without knocking.
— Hey! What happened to your manners?
That someone was Ivan. The vocalist closed the door behind him and stared at Till without responding. Those red pupils watching him so intently felt like they would devour him if he looked away. Till decided to keep his distance, for now.
— Look, Ivan, I’m sorry. I was too drunk yesterday to know what I was doing… huh?
The black-haired man had been getting closer as he spoke. Now he was just inches away. Till could even feel his warmth through their layers of clothing. That unreadable attitude always got on his nerves. Without realizing it, he found himself waiting for what he would do next. Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.
He didn’t have to wait long. Ivan reached forward, grabbed him by the belt, and lifted him off the ground effortlessly. Till couldn’t help a small gasp at the sudden action. Ivan lowered his head to his neck and kissed him.
— What are you doing? — he asked between moans. His neck was his weak point. And that bastard knew it.
The sensation of Ivan’s lips was driving him crazy. As if that wasn’t enough, he felt the sharp fang lightly graze his skin. He couldn’t think about anything but him, so even though he resisted at first, he gave in and clung tightly to his back.
After a while, Ivan released his belt and grabbed his red tie instead. Almost without realizing it, Till was waiting for something more.
— Weren’t you supposed to prefer being deaf and mute over being with me? — Ivan finally said, just inches from his lips but not closing the gap. — I don’t want my band to lose its guitarist, so this is where the fun ends.
Till sighed as he felt Ivan pull away, not out of relief. He wanted more, much more, but he would rather cut out his tongue than admit it out loud.
— Idiot. — It was the best insult he could come up with after losing his mind because of him. His sharp gaze was the only thing he had left to threaten him.
— Come on, babe, don’t be mad. I’ve given our fans something to talk about. — He pointed at his neck. Till quickly checked the mirror. A hickey.
— You’re such a-
— Oh look at the time. The concert’s about to start. I’ll go get ready.
Once again, he left him mid-sentence. He had fled, leaving him wanting more.
Till looked at himself in the mirror again. His cheeks were red with anger, and Ivan’s mark was visible above his choker.
“And I was thinking about apologizing. The idiot here is me. Besides, didn’t he say he didn’t like me? Let’s test that. He won’t be the only one playing this game.”
Ivan hadn’t been wrong. When Till stepped onto the stage and his image appeared on the giant screens, the crowd went wild. He had never heard such noise from fans before. And it got worse when the vocalist approached him, singing their usual duet intro.
Rumors about the two musicians dating had already been circulating for months, especially after some vacation photos were leaked. So, this was the spark that was needed to set all the suspicions ablaze. And, of course, the fans were thrilled.
Till tried to ignore the emotions from earlier and acted like the rock star he was. He looked spectacular, shining on stage. His guitar solo left everyone speechless. By his side, his biggest fan was taking in every detail and movement he made. For Ivan, nothing could top experiencing that passion for music firsthand.
The concert ended, and they headed back to their dressing rooms. But Till had something else in mind. He followed Ivan into his and closed the door behind him.
“Uh, this is new,” the vocalist thought.
— What do you want, babe? — he asked with a smirk.
Till didn't answer and pushed him until he was sitting on the sofa in that large room. Ivan’s smile disappeared, replaced by fascination as Till suddenly sat on his lap.
— Do you think this is funny?
— I don’t know what you mean. But if it’s about giving our fans content, yes, I think it’s hilarious. — His teasing tone faltered slightly when Till moved against him. — Don’t move like that -ah.
— Like what? Does it bother you? — he rubbed himself against his cock again, feeling it through the leather pants. — Well, well… looks like your little friend does like me. Maybe you should be more careful with what you say.
The low sounds slipping from Ivan’s lips were more than tempting, but he couldn’t give in. He couldn’t lose. The singer moved to grab his waist when a punch landed straight on his face, making his nose bleed.
— Next time you decide to mess with me, think twice. — he declared seriously. Ivan lowered his head and, despite being so close, Till couldn’t see his expression. That worried him. — Hey… are you okay?
The dark-haired man lifted his gaze at the question. Was he blushing? And on top of that, he was licking the blood from his lips with a smile.
“Fuck, what a psycho. How can he look even hotter than usual?” Till thought, biting his lip in frustration.
— Harder. — Ivan’s deep voice echoed through the dressing room.
Till felt him get even harder beneath him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t take his eyes off that man. The expression on Ivan’s face was something worth capturing, and it didn’t take a genius to see the desire written all over it. He had to get out of there, no matter what, before he got completely pulled in.
— You’re fucking insane. — he tried to get off his lap, but a pair of hands held him firmly in place. — What are you doing? Let me go.
— Are you really going to walk out like that? — Hearing that, Till became aware of his own erection. He looked away from Ivan, his face the same color as his tie. The vocalist grabbed his chin, forcing him to look back at him. — Want me to help you with that?
— What the hell are you saying?
— I promise I won’t kiss you.
— Can you stop saying stu- ah… — Ivan’s hand slid down to his crotch and started rubbing over his pants.
Maybe… just for a moment, he could forget his anger.
Unconsciously, he began to move his hips, searching for more friction. Feeling Till grind against his dick only made Ivan harder, and he could barely hold back his moans. His smartest move was to bite into the guitarist’s shoulder to keep himself in check.
— Ah, Ivan… fuck. Do it properly. — Till pushed his hand away for a second so he could unzip his pants and free himself.
Ivan stared, mesmerized by the sight before touching him again. His long fingers slid from tip to base of that beautiful length. The sounds coming from that rebellious musician formed a dangerously tempting melody, like a siren’s call dragging him under. And he’d stay there forever if Till asked him to.
After a while, he could tell Till was close. And not just him, this view, the way he kept grinding against his cock, it was too much. He was absolutely going to need to do laundry when they got back to the hotel.
— Ivan… I think I’m gonna come. I can’t hold it anymore. — Till moaned. He seemed like he was about to pull away, but Ivan didn’t let him. He grabbed his waist tightly and sped up his movements.
— Come for me, babe. — he whispered into his ear. His voice always sounded smooth through the speakers, but right now those words were meant only for him and he had never found it more attractive.
He didn’t last long after that. Ivan felt him tremble beneath his touch, as well as the warmth spill into his hand.
— Wait a second, I’m going to- … What the hell are you doing?!
Ivan was licking his hand clean as if it were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Till got off his lap immediately and went to clean himself, turning his back so he wouldn’t have to face that dark gaze still fixed on him.
Once he’d composed himself, he looked back. His eyes dropped to Ivan’s tight leather pants and the very obvious bulge. He couldn’t stop himself from blushing.
“How adorable. I’d do anything to make him mine,” Ivan thought with a smile, putting Till instantly on edge.
— Not. A. Word.
— I didn’t say anything.
— It was written all over your face, idiot. See you tomorrow. — Till rushed out of there, unwilling to face reality.
Ivan was left alone in the dressing room. He still couldn’t believe what had just happened. Till had walked in there on his own and seduced him like that.
“I wanted to tell him the truth and finally taste him… but if this is making him act like this, I don’t mind keeping up the act a little longer.”
— Shit. — When he stood up, he noticed the dampness in his pants. — Good thing I’ve got more outfits for the concerts…
Another day, another concert in the same city. On this tour, they had scheduled two nights in each location to make the most of travel time and sell more tickets. It was exhausting but the numbers they were pulling were insane. They’d have to thank their manager later.
After everything that had happened the night before, the audience was eager to see what they’d do this time. After a long wait, they finally stepped onto the stage. And everyone was stunned. They both looked different.
Till wore cargo pants with the ends dyed red to match his tie, along with a sleeveless shirt that barely covered his nipples. Beside him, Ivan was dressed entirely in leather as usual, with a thick chain and pants detailed in white. They had never looked more hot. The crowd’s screams confirmed it.
— How are we feeling tonight? — Ivan purred into the mic.
— Are you ready to see the best show of your lives? — Till shouted into the same microphone right next to him.
From that angle, Ivan caught a glimpse inside Till’s shirt. Piercings. Nipple piercings. His mouth practically watered at the possibilities.
“Tonight, I’ll have him at my feet.”
Ivan’s solo came. He delivered a flawless performance of his latest song, “Paratise.” The crowd sighed, completely entranced though he swore he heard one much closer than the rest. He didn’t dwell on it. The best part was still coming.
When the music stopped, he grabbed the edge of his turtleneck and lifted it, revealing his abs. But not just that.
“A tattoo. Ivan has a tattoo. And it’s huge. When the hell did he get that?” Till couldn’t form a single coherent thought at the sight.
A centipede tattoo stretched across Ivan’s abdomen, disappearing beneath his pants. The crowd went insane. Cheers erupted everywhere without stopping, which was only natural, seeing for the first time a bit of skin on that mysterious man who was always covered up, even in the summer.
For a moment, Till seriously considered stopping the concert and dragging Ivan offstage so no one else could see him. In fact, he grabbed the mic.
— Cover up, man, we’ve got a show to finish. Or do you want it to end right now?
— Noooo! — the crowd shouted.
— Alright, alright. Sorry, babe. — Ivan emphasized the last word just to mess with him, making Till flush red.
They sang a couple more songs before ending the concert. After saying goodbye to the audience, they headed backstage. On the way to the dressing rooms, the guitarist stopped Ivan in the hallway.
— What do you want, Till? — he asked, confused. Before he could react, he was pushed against the wall, blushing a little. — What are you doing?
— When did you get that?
— The tattoo?
— Yeah, that. — The words barely came out. How was he supposed to live knowing something that tempting existed?
— About a month ago. It’s fully healed already. — Ivan noticed he kept staring at the waistband of his pants, right where the tattoo disappeared. — Wow… seems like you’re interested. Want to see how far it goes?
His snaggletooth peeked out from the corner of his lips, triumphant. He had caught Till’s attention. He would’ve teased him more, but someone interrupted.
— Ahem. What exactly do you think you’re doing? — Upon hearing that question, or rather, that familiar voice, they both quickly moved apart.
— Nothing. How was your trip, Luka? — Till rushed out and in the best tone he could manage.
— Don’t give me that nonsense. I go on vacation for a week and come back to this? You can’t behave for five minutes? — The blonde pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. — Come with me. We need to talk.
They followed him obediently. Luka was the manager of Unknown Sorrow, the one who scheduled everything down to the minute. Whether it was interviews or concerts, everything was planned down to the last detail. He was also the one in charge of getting them out of any trouble they got into.
He hadn’t been sure about taking a vacation mid-tour, but it was the only time he could match schedules with his girlfriend, Hyuna. They had promised not to screw things up. Clearly, that had been a mistake.
They entered a backstage room and sat down silently around a table.
— Seven days. Just seven days and you’ve managed all of this. Where do I even start? First, the party after the last concert.
— But it went well. I managed to get them to give us one more date there. — Ivan interrupted, trying to downplay what had happened.
— That’s beside the point. Please let me finish. At that party, they even got photos of a drunk Till in your arms. That’s not “going well”. Not to mention the scene you two made in front of the team. And then there’s what you’ve done here, which is no small thing. Till walks out on stage with a hickey, practically confirming the dating rumors. And today, Ivan shows up with a bruised face and flaunts a tattoo. Do you two live for scandals? — he finally finished listing everything that had happened. Luka sighed, exhausted.
Till and Ivan exchanged a guilty look. They both knew the trouble they had caused their manager and felt a little guilty. So they hung their heads and said at the same time:
— Sorry.
— You are one of a kind. On the way here I’ve thought of a solution. You have a week off before the next concert. I’ve booked you ONE room so you can sort out whatever the hell is going on between you. I’m done dealing with this, you’re adults. — He tossed the key to Ivan.
— But- — Till tried to retort.
— No excuses. I expect everything resolved by the time I see you again. I’ve got enough work because of you two. See you in a week.
Luka gathered his things and left, leaving the two of them alone. Till looked at Ivan, who was playing with the key.
“Maybe… a week together will actually help. And it’s my chance to find out why he said that shit that day.” Till thought before headed to his dressing room to pack.
They met again in the car to the hotel. The ride was awkward, once again, Ivan didn’t say a word. Till hated to admit it… but he kind of missed the talkative version of him.
When they arrived, he was relieved to see it was a five-star hotel. That meant one thing: a bathtub. He checked his messages to see which floor their room was on. The fifth. Had Luka booked them a suite?
Ivan followed a few steps behind him like a loyal dog. The guitarist was puzzled by that attitude, but he chose to ignore it so as not to make the situation worse.
They walked into the room and were stunned by what they saw. The suite was breathtaking, they’d never seen anything like it before. But there was a problem: it only had ONE bed. Would they have to spend the whole week there?
Till's cheeks turned red, and he could have sworn Ivan's did too. He didn't have time to check because he turned and headed for the door.
— Where are you going?
— Reception. I’ll ask for a room with two beds. Luka said one room, not one bed. I’m not forcing you to sleep with me. — Before he could grab the handle, the singer was stopped by his bandmate.
— I never said I didn’t want to.
— No, we can’t-
— But you want to, don’t you?
He couldn't see his expression because he had his back to him, and that was driving Till crazy. Did it always have to be like this? It was infuriating.
Till's patience ran out right then and there. He grabbed Ivan and dragged him to the center of the room, forcing him to look him in the face.
— This ends today. I’m done with you acting like this. You’re going to tell me everything. Kneel.
— Excuse me? — The guitarist's words seemed to surprise Ivan, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
— You heard me.
Ivan hesitated for a second… then complied. Let’s be honest, if Till told him to lick the floor, he would.
— Now. Tell me why you’ve been acting so weird. Especially why you said that shit at the party.
Of course, he wasn't going to give in that easily. He looked up at him with a smug, condescending smirk, saying nothing. Till decided to take the next step. He started stomping on his groin. Finally, that unshakable expression cracked.
— Are you going to talk, or should I keep going?
— You’re making this really hard for me, you know. — He was already hard.
— Right. I forgot you’re a fucking pervert. — Till pressed harder, causing Ivan to let out a groan of pleasure.
— You’re not one to talk. You should see your face right now.
Then he realized he was smiling, his sternness softening a little. He quickly composed himself, though the heat rising to his ears betrayed him. He pressed down again.
— Fine, fine. I said that that day to put an end to the rumors that had been circulating about us all this time. — Before continuing, the singer glanced at where Till was stepping. Perhaps to avoid his gaze. — …And maybe I wanted to see how you’d react.
“Is he embarrassed? Did I actually make him embarrassed? I think this is the best day of my life.” Till barely held back a triumphant laugh.
— So what do you actually think of me?
— You’re really going to make me say it? — He looked up and met those bright emerald eyes. They pleaded for an answer he couldn’t refuse. — Fine. I think you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. Not just that, you shine on stage, you’re fun, and I feel comfortable around you. When I’m with you, I don’t have to pretend to be perfect. I can just be myself.
He paused.
— I like you, Till.
Till's face turned bright red, and he stepped away from Ivan, heading over to the bed to sit down. He even took off his beanie, looking a bit flustered. When Ivan saw him hiding his face in his hands, the panic set in.
“Has all the blood rushed to my dick and I can't think straight? I'm such an idiot, if he hates me, I don't know what I'm going to do...” he thought as he stood up to sit next to Till. He gave him a little nudge before speaking.
— I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I’m saying. You don’t have to feel the same. After all, you said you’d rather go deaf and mute than be with me.
When he heard those words, Till lifted his head.
“So he’s still thinking about that…”
On impulse, Till grabbed his jacket to pull him closer so he could kiss him. The singer’s lips were as sweet as the voice that came from them. It was brief but enough to erase his worries. It left him speechless, staring at him in astonishment.
— Ivan. I said that because what you said really upset me, not because I actually meant it. The truth is, I might actually like you a little too. — The singer then started to blush a little. — Wow, so you can pull that look off too.
Faced with Till's mocking tone, Ivan covered his face with one hand.
— I don’t even know what to think anymore…
Till smiled and cupped his face.
— You won’t need to think about anything else.
That was all the confirmation he needed to act. Ivan lunged at his lips, roughly, desperately. He looked like a hungry wolf. But it wasn’t just him. All those days of teasing each other had created a tension that was hanging by a thread. Now it was gone.
Ivan’s snaggletooth began to play with his lip, biting it. This made Till let out a small moan, leaving an opening for him to slip his tongue inside.
The singer was losing his mind; the piercing Till had on his tongue was too much for him. He wanted to devour him completely.
Till, feeling hands roaming over his body, grew increasingly aroused, so he decided to take off his tank top. Ivan’s scarlet pupils widened into heart shapes at the sight.
— Damn, not even the best song in the world could top this. — he said before lunging forward to kiss his chest.
Till’s piercings were definitely his weakness; he looked so attractive with them. He grabbed the guitarist and threw himself onto the bed, forcing him to lie on top of him.
Now all that could be heard were Till’s moans in that large room. Ivan’s hands on his body were driving him wild, and he couldn’t help but rub his crotch against Ivan’s. Suddenly, he remembered something that had been puzzling him for the past few hours, so he pulled away slightly from the singer to look him in the eyes.
— Weren’t you going to show me your tattoo?
— Of course, baby. — he replied with a teasing smile before taking off his jacket and turtleneck.
Finally, his well-defined body was revealed. Till’s mouth watered at the sight. He didn’t know where to start.
— Come on, aren’t you going to try even a bite?
— Don’t be so impatient, babe. — Ivan felt a shiver run down his spine when he heard that pet name come out of his mouth.
He smiled happily at his reaction and began kissing the start of that tattoo. It began on his right shoulder, running down his entire abdomen until it disappeared inside his pants. Little by little, he traced his body, leaving open-mouth kisses along the way. The sounds coming from that man were better than when he sang, sounds only he could hear.
When he reached the waistband of his pants, he pulled them down without warning, surprising Ivan.
— Wow, it disappears under your boxers. Did you stand naked in front of the tattoo artist?
— So what if I did? — he asked in a teasing tone to annoy him.
Till glared at him. In an instant, he went back down to his crotch to pull off his boxers with his mouth. Ivan let out a gasp at his sudden action.
The tattoo continued around his waist, passing close to his crotch, and ending on his thigh. When he finished tracing its entire length, he leaned in to look at Ivan’s cock. It was impressive.
— Hey, don’t stare at me so much. — Ivan said shyly, making Till aware of what he was doing.
They both blushed at the situation, as if they hadn’t shared other moments before. Till then decided to act. He went down to his dick to start kissing the tip.
Ivan shuddered at his touch, and that spurred him on. Till grabbed him with one hand as he slowly slid it into his mouth. He ran his tongue gently over it so he could feel the piercing, making Ivan moan again.
The singer couldn’t wait any longer for him to act, so he grabbed his head and began fucking his mouth. Till was surprised at first, even gagging a little, but as soon as he got used to it, he let Ivan use him however he wanted.
He didn’t want to stay still, so he took advantage of having his hands free to give him double stimulation. Feeling Till’s hand playing with his ass pushed Ivan to his limit. He didn’t want it to end there. He grabbed the silver-haired guy by the shoulders, pulling him away from his cock, and lifted him up to his height. It wasn’t hard, thanks to his muscular arms. He waited for Till to catch his breath and for him to calm down a bit so he could speak.
— Sit on my face. — Ivan said in a serious tone.
— What?! — Till screamed, his eyes wide.
— You heard me. Let’s see if it’s true that you’ve gone deaf from being with me. — he whined half-jokingly, to make him feel guilty.
And it worked.
Till pulled down his pants and underwear under Ivan’s watchful gaze. “I’m already regretting this.” He began to climb over Ivan until he reached the level of his face. The vocalist grabbed both of his thighs to keep him in place.
— You’re perfect. — Ivan purred against his ass.
— Don’t say things like that -ah. — he moaned, feeling the dark-haired man’s tongue inside him.
It felt too good. That man was stimulating every part of him just by sucking him. Without realizing it, he began to rock his hips against his face.
Cleverly, Ivan began to slide a finger into his ass.
— Hey! I’m supposed to be the one on top. — Hearing Till’s words, he pulled back slightly to laugh, making the guitarist tremble.
— Come on, Till, let me do it this time. You’ll be on top in the second round, we’ve got plenty of time. — Ivan hummed before returning to his task.
Till didn’t complain again.
The singer slid in another finger to keep preparing him. Till’s legs were shaking, but he didn’t want to be the only one getting pleasure, so he turned around to reach the dark-haired guy’s cock.
From that angle, Ivan could see his bandmate looking very vulnerable, provocative. Feeling him play with his dick was making him want to completely ruin him, so he slid in a third finger.
Till collapsed onto Ivan. It was too much stimulation, and he felt like he was reaching his limit.
— Ivan, fuck me. — he begged between moans.
He obeyed immediately. He grabbed Till to shift positions, leaving him lying on the bed. Ivan stood up and bent down to rummage through the pocket of his jacket, which was lying on the floor of the suite.
— Do you always carry a condom in your jacket? How many people have you slept with? — Till asked, somewhat annoyed, impatient for the singer’s return.
— Till, I’ve always carried one just in case I got this chance. Thanks for giving it to me. — He winked at him as he unwrapped the condom.
The guitarist blushed at this discovery, he couldn’t deny that it was something he’d wanted too. Something he’d never admit out loud.
Ivan didn’t take long to get back into bed and position himself between Till’s legs. He looked at him ecstatically, taking in every part of his body before sliding the tip inside. Till whined in response.
He tried to go slowly, which drove the other wild. Till wrapped his legs around his waist to pull him closer. Till was begging for more, and he intended to give it to him.
In that large suite, a mixture of moans and the sound of their bodies colliding could be heard. He felt him scratch his back as he clung to him and wished the marks would remain on his body forever. Till’s voice snapped him out of that thought.
— Choke me. Iv, please.
The nickname triggered something he hadn't expected. Ivan grabbed him by the neck, not too tightly, but with just enough force to make him feel like he couldn't breathe. Then he picked up the pace, hitting the most sensitive spot on his body.
— Open up. — Ivan demanded suddenly, and he simply obeyed, not knowing what he meant. He, then, felt the singer’s saliva trickle warmly into his mouth. — Good boy.
He couldn’t help but come. It had been too fucking hot.
— You’re perfect, Till. I’m going to come too.
— You can do it here. — he replied as best he could, pointing to his chest.
Ivan’s eyes widened in surprise. He pulled out his cock to remove the condom and jerk off until he came all over him.
When he was done, he lay down beside him, exhausted. With his hair tousled, he looked adorable, and Till couldn’t help but lean in to hug him.
— So you really like me?
— Are you seriously asking that right now? You just fucked me and you’re still having doubts. You’re one of a kind.
— You don’t like me, from the looks of it, because you won’t say it with that beautiful mouth of yours. — Ivan said, pouting.
— You want me to say it out loud, don’t you? — The singer nodded. Till looked away, clearly blushing. — I like you, Ivan. A lot.
The dark-haired man moved even closer to him. He buried his head in his shoulder so he wouldn’t see the silly smile that spread across his face at those words.
After a while of cuddling in bed, they went to take a bath together. Of course, they did it one more time before going to sleep, since Till didn't want to miss the chance to be the top.
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A week had passed since Luka left them alone at that hotel. On the way to the stadium where the concert would take place, he was praying that his strategy had worked. The sight of the two of them when they arrived was enough to confirm it.
Till was covered in hickies all over, and Ivan had bite marks peeking out from the neckline of his turtleneck. Damn.
— I guess everything’s sorted out. Good thing I hired a makeup artist. I hope you guys don’t mess this up today. Please, I’m begging you.
— Relax, everything will be fine. — Ivan replied with a smile, flashing his snaggletooth.
— That expression doesn’t exactly put my mind at ease, but I’ll let it slide for now.
After stopping by the dressing room, they went out on stage. The audience seemed to notice the change in them, they looked much more in love than when they’d seen them at the previous concert.
They sang their duet to kick off the performance, and when they finished, Ivan approached Till without warning. Till nearly dropped his guitar in surprise.
— What are you doing? — he whispered off-mic.
— I'm going to show who owns the best guitarist in the world.
— Luka is going to kill us. — Till said, blushing.
— Well, if you don’t want to, let them think we’re still single.
Before Ivan pulled away, he grabbed him by his leather jacket and kissed him. It was a kiss scandalous enough to confirm all the rumors that had been swirling for months.
Luka watched them from backstage, throwing his hands up in despair.
— I’ll have to work overtime. Overtime that these bastards are going to have to pay me for.