timetable, Chapter 7: melancholy After me, the creation of this chapter has almost cost my faith in the goodness of Pinku, I very much hope that it will at least like them! XD Enjoy!
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chapter heading: melancholy
Author: Fae Rating: NC-17 and oh my God , the drama-llama, it will eat you all.
characters : Stefan Kiessling, Simon Rolfes, René Adler ... oh, and a few girls so that the quota is met. xD
content : a friendly Evening ends in uncomfortable insights.
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Stefan still lurking out that the mood changed at some point, but so far nothing had happened. And now there was just the last film, before all would go up to himself back home, the danger was not so great for it.
lucky.
He looked over to Simon, who was enjoying himself just wonderful about the poor Patricks attempts to imitate the heroine of the film.
Susan and Marion, who sat on the sofa, groaning angry and throw pillows after Patrick.
"you can not even shut up? We want to listen, "Patrick gave the
missiles sent from, and sought refuge behind Simon's chair.
"But that's boring," he grumbled.
"And you're a small child," said Susan. "We said that we loose if we choose the movies, so listen at last to complain!"
"Yes, but you have three times won the coin toss, how is this a normal bear man? "Patrick mumbled, but Then he crawled out from behind the chair and sat back in his seat next to Stefan.
René, on the other side of Stephen, began to laugh.
"Maybe you'd even have to watch it, that cheating is not two?"
Patrick spun around, stared at by René back to the two girls, which started at dark, and again.
"What?" He cried aghast. "Why did you say anything?"
René shrugged his shoulders.
"I liked the movies."
and Stefan Simon started simultaneously laugh and looked at briefly before she hastily again silent.
"Eagle, I love you", gave birth to Marion and winked at Patrick. René just raised his arm to give her a thumbs-up sign, and laid him in the back of the couch to being able to touch a low profile Stefan's neck.
Stefan closed his eyes and leaned back a bit against René's fingers, which are slowly pushed into his hair and combed his hair.
He thought back yesterday evening. How joyful
Rene had told him dass er die Erlaubnis bekommen hatte, an einem Trainingslager teilzunehmen, obwohl das in der Schulzeit stattfand. Wie er ihn umarmt hatte und René dann plötzlich seine Wange und Schläfe geküsst hatte und schließlich Stefans Mund.
Wie er Stefan gestanden hatte, dass er ihn mochte, dass er mehr wollte und ob Stefan ihnen nicht eine Chance geben wolle. Na klar, René wisse ja, dass das mit Simon noch nicht lange vorbei war, doch Stefan habe ja selbst gesagt, dass er sich jemand neuen an seiner Seite wünsche und ob er ihn nicht auch wollen würde und...
Wahrscheinlich hatte René auch noch mehr gesagt, aber Stefan konnte sich With the best will not remember it because he had just kissed and then located in his arms, happy grin.
It was not that he was in love with René, at least not as he had loved Simon. But he liked him and if he was honest, he really longed for someone. That Simon had made the end to explain completely out of the cold and without Stefan anything did still hurt terribly.
course, it was so far to exploit in order, René, so that he licked his wounds, but he told himself that René this job so voluntarily assumed.
Stefan sighed, his eyes went back on and focused on the film.
Someone has just sawed off the thighs and René's hand when he suddenly felt much too far up on his own, he shuddered in alarm.
"Stop it," he murmured to him and threw a hurried glance at Simon. They actually looked at, but immediately turned to the television when he noticed that Stefan looked at him. René rolled her eyes.
"bitch."
"ass."
then said René nothing more, but noted Stefan, that he had gone too far.
He sighed.
exactly what the problem was before he had been afraid. He could not just relax in Simon's presence and it was clear that René had to notice this. But what should he do? Simon was, and remained important to him, René had said that he accepted and now ...
Stefan leaned forward and looked at the carpet in the living room Simons detail. Crappy situation.
After a few minutes, the credits scroll across the screen. Marion was on the first and stretched - just a pillow thrown by Patrick, to get in the face.
"Ouch! Tell me crazy, you? ", She hissed and adjusted his glasses.
"That was for cheating, you nasty witch!" Replied Patrick, and they ran happily continue arguing to the front door to put on shoes and jacket. Susan ran after shaking his head after she had asked if she would help clean up.
Simon waved and Susanne disappeared.
When they had left from the living room, stretched René is also long on the sofa.
"I'm actually even gone ..."
Stefan and Simon nodded simultaneously, then they rose and went also towards hallway. René planted on the ground in order to put on his shoes, while Marion and Patrick ankeiften still.
"And you sleep here today, Stefan?" Asked Susan to not have to turn the two brawlers.
"Hm Have no desire to drive until you get home. "
" You could sleep with me, "Rene said aloud, before he got up and looked about for his jacket.
"But you tomorrow your preparation and training at nine I wanted to sleep a little longer ... "
" Yeah, all right. Coach potato. "
" Now you shall not catch even to "Susan said with resignation. "It is enough if I go with the two equal in a bus home must ..." She pointed to Marion and Patrick.
Simon smiled and Stefan noticed at once that he had spoken for nearly an hour, nothing more.
"You manage it."
"Hm Your word in God's ear. "
This opened to the front door and Marion is actually tore intensive short of their war of words, to say goodbye properly. One man raised his hand in greeting, before the three of them were in the hall and disappeared noisily.
René pulled up the zipper of his jacket, checked that he had his keys in his pocket, then turned to Stefan.
Before he knew what was happening, René had been drawn to him and he pressed a kiss on the mouth.
"Register tomorrow, will you?"
Stefan was so frightened that he could only nod.
"All right. Until then, Simon. Sleep well. "
" You too. Drive carefully. "
" Always that. "
Then the door slammed shut and they heard René went down the stairs.
long time, no one said anything and Stefan felt he had to be bright red.
"You and René, then?" Simon took the floor and then Stefan had lost most like in the ground.
"Hm Looks like, yes. "
" Aha. "
They stood around for a while in the hall until Simon turned and silently crept toward his room. Stefan followed him and they made ready for bed in silence.
When Stefan came out of the bathroom and went into Simon's room, he saw that he had pulled out the sofa bed. Then a stupid feeling is spreading in him.
"Ever since I've slept on it since," he muttered.
Simon, who was lying under his blanket and he had turned his back, said nothing. Sighing, he lay down
Stefan, put his spectacles on the sofa and turned on his side.
"night, Simon."
The light has been identified, but it was not quite dark in the room, thanks to the lantern, which stood in front of Simon's window.
Stefan closed his eyes.
Yes, dammit, he was not yet over Simon away and yes, he felt shabby, René fool something and yes, he felt uncomfortable to be touched by it when Simon was there, but he could not help it.
He listened to Simon's breath and suddenly he knew with terrible clarity what would happen.
He squeezed his eyes more tightly together, but it did not help, he could not avoid it.
"Stefan."
Against his will, he turned to the other side looked up at Simon, who stood with wide open eyes to the couch.
Stefan wanted to say something, but he remembered nothing, and then Simon was already on him, Stefan's hands held on both sides of his head pressed onto sheets and kissed him hard and hard.
"Stefan, Stefan ..."
Stefan closed his eyes and mouth.
Simons tongue licked his teeth along her lips, and yes, he had missed so much, oh God, how well did, oh no, what he did here ...
Simon pushed his knee between Stefan Legs and slid deeper.
"I ... I want you, Stefan ..."
Stefan said nothing, but opened her eyes again and stared at the dark ceiling.
"I know I've said things that have hurt you," continued Simon and his breath always sounded hurried and choppy, with both hands as he drove under Stefan's shirt. "But I do that well again, yes, I would not ... "
Simon kissed him again, then licked and bit on Stefan's nose into his ear. Stefan groaned and turned his head to the side. Damn, Simon knew too well how he had to deal with it.
now he had him pushed up the shirt to the neck and stroking with both hands on Stefan's chest and his stomach.
"Stefan, please ... may I ..."
Simon sought his views and, although Stefan knew it was wrong and both he himself and Simon and René would hurt it, he said Simons feverish stare.
"Mach" he said very, very quiet.
Simon groaned loudly, then he leaned forward and licked Stefan's belly and breathed on to wet skin that Stefan got goose bumps and pressed the back. Then came Simon's tongue in his navel and nimble fingers stroked his nipples.
His whole body began to glow, no matter where Simon touched him and when at last the soft shorts, to Stefan runterzog ankles and his genitals included, when he could no longer sheer heat think clearly.
He buried his hands in Simon Schopf and pressed him tightly against his body until Simon willingly opened his mouth and Stefan's tail licked, took him in the mouth and it sucked.
Stefan almost cried when he felt the warmth and wetness and pushed upward. Simon pushed him back onto the bed worked him faster, stronger, Stefan's testicles massaged until Stefan finally came up with a choking, severe wheezing, too fast, but this was Simon ... Simon ....
Simon immediately came back up, rubbed a few times to Stefan's body until he was warm and wet between their bodies.
Then he stopped gasping lie on it.
Stefan stared upwards, while Simon slowly came back to breath, his arms wrapped around Stefan's neck, belly to belly pressed.
"Stefan ..."
That was all he said and when he began to cry, Stefan was just lying still
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