Upset Stomach All Day

Fußballfanfiction: frosting

Title: frosting
Author: tongue sorry
Rating / Warning: PG13 (it happens is nothing xDD)
characters: Tim Wiese, a cup Monte and the Leverkusen goalkeeper
Content: René and Tim enjoy a cup of Monte. . At least Tim
Note: for hara69 that has desired result of total sensory overload a bit Kabinenunfug. So to speak, as a thank you for your Tim Wiese-picspam. Hach. \u0026lt;333 Incidentally, it is urgently necessary to know the following advertisement: Click Me
not only for the FF but also for the good humor in itself.




"Damn it again!"

"What the matter now?"

Stefan rejected already in the car door and waited impatiently for his colleague was ready. But René was still with wet hair and towel in the car and glared at his cell phone. He typed a message, then he ran his through the face, raised his head and looked at Stefan.

"Nothing, nothing," he muttered, and ... damn it, he would not now be red! "Go before, gravel, I need something else."

"Whatever you say."

Shrugging he disappeared and René was left alone. His cell phone rang again
.
Another SMS.

"Hm Big, "said Rene flatly without even looking at the display and snorted angrily.

"Oh. Did you already well hm? ", it suddenly sounded from the door.

René turned and crossed his arms over his chest demonstratively, as Tim entered.

"Yes, imagine. Have also only get fifty of them, "grinned Tim

winked at him before he closed the cabin door with a kick.

"self-blame, eagle. If you make the bullshit ... "

René preferred to respond to anything on it. It has brought nothing but yes. Since Tim had seen this stupid pudding commercials, he just cracks silly jokes.

"Why am I me really with you?" René said this infuriated while Tim here watched the the jacket and the shirt took off.

"I do not know," he replied with a grin and stood up close to René, pushed him against the high shelf in the middle of the cabin. He ran his thumb slowly over René's chest, down to the navel. He kept his dirty grin, so dear René joined the Eyes and pushed against the fingers, which paused briefly before the towel. "Maybe because you're into big things?"
"Yes, that's is ..." With a jerk
Tim tore him the towel from the waist and grabbed him between the legs. René gasped and fell forward against Tim and clutched - a little harder than necessary - in his shoulders. He grinned slightly mentally retarded, and only after a few moments, he fell right on what others had said. Outraged, he freed himself.
"What?" Angry

He glared at Tim, but the only laughed scornfully, his arm wrapped around René's hip and pulled him closer.

"You have to see through so easily, eagles ..."

"Can not you just keep making the flap and, damn it!"

René was beside himself and probably had a bright red head, but he did not care.

It was true, unfortunately.
He was on big things. And Tim just drove him crazy.

Tim gave him a look that bordered on pity; Then he pulled out something behind his back and his smile was a bit wider.
"I'll do that already. Only herewith. "

René staring in bewilderment at the little package.

"This is not serious."

"Oh, yes."

Tim unceremoniously ripped the lid completely from Monte cup dipped his finger in the white-brown mush, and touched briefly. While René no moment was out of sight, he pulled his finger back out and ran over to René Chest. The
swallowed hard and eventually led to more moaning, sighing as his fate.

"The stuff tastes only of sugar, I warn you," he tried a last feeble protest, he was inspired by Tim lift on the shelf and lay back, his arms stretched out and legs spread to Tims hip wound to make it even closer to press itself.

"Hm," Tim was not interested and continued to paint around with the sticky mass on René frischgeduschter skin. "I can lick drum rum."

"Ass," said René, but he grin.
"Jap. And although a fairly large ", was the pesky response before René nothing really stopped, just because Tim does not" drum rum "licked.