Well I'll warn the readers once more, theres nudity and stuff but I didn't take it very far.
I guess I'm slowly taking my stories further, step by step. This one became hard to write after I ended up comparing a few parts of this
to Bert and Ernie. Read the first three quotes and you might see what I mean. Well Enjoy ^_^ Please review!
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"Brad..."
"What?"
"I'm bored, Brad"
"So? Go play with Farfarello."
"Finish your work and let's do something."
"Like what? There isn't much for us to do here."
"Theres nightclubs and stuff right?"
"You are not getting drunk. I am not dragging you home again." Brad brushed his hair back slowly with his right hand, wincing at the memory of the last time the redhead had gotten drunk. "Leave me alone, Schuldich." Brad continued to do his paperwork silently.
"God dammit, Brad..." Schuldich left the room slowly and half closed the door behind him.
Brad let out a sigh of relief, perhaps the German would stop tempting him for the night....that would be nice. Each day he came closer and closer to taking a piece of that man...every night he felt himself losing his control slowly. Tonight...he would try to regain himself, a rest period if you will. Even so, every rest period comes to an end...and did this one....abruptly. The door was opened again and in came Schuldich, walking past Brad, seeming not to notice him. He went straight into the bathroom and closed the door. Brad sighed. "At least he isn't bothering me." He heard the shower turn on and knew he would be in there for a while....good.
Time passed and Brad worked on his paperwork diligently. He stopped working after a little while and took note of the glare on his glasses. He tried to clean them with his shirt but it wouldn't work...he had to use water. He looked towards the bathroom door hesitantly, the sound of water running still coming from inside. He got up from his chair and mumbled to himself, "I'll just slip in and out. He won't notice." He walked slowly to the door and opened it quietly, heading to the sink. He took off his glasses and reached for the faucet when he looked into the mirror to see the shower curtain open and a certain redhead staring at him. Green eyes glowed behind wet red hair, both of which above a well fitted, often seen smirk. Brad made the mistake of turning around with a shocked look when the German pulled him into the shower and landed him against a wall, but sitting on the floor. Hot water ran down his face as he watched the other man kneel down over him and hold him in place. The german stared into his eyes and moved in, pressing his lips hard against Brad's. Brad started to kiss back but stopped himself from submitting with the last thread of control he had left. The kiss was broken and Schuldich just smiled at Brad.
"I know you didn't hate that Bradley. Naughty." And that said, The german dried his hair, wrapped himself in a towel and left.
Brad sat there, still stunned and soaking wet on the floor of the shower. Wet hair fell into his eyes as his head fell forward, bringing him back to the world. He pried himself off the floor and stumbled out of the shower, grabbing his glasses off of the counter and washing them on his now wet shirt. He took his shirt off and hung it up to dry and he walked out of the bathroom and took a towel from the closet, passing Schuldich on the bed. He watched Brad stomp in and out of the bathroom with a smirk, enjoying how he had played with the oracle, and his reaction. Finally Brad came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, and looked over at Schuldich.
"Why don't you put some clothes on?" Brad inquired to the man in the towel who was laying on his bed.
"Why leave the show early?"
Brad gave him a stern look. "What are you planning...?"
"Why.....nothing, my dear." Schuldich stood up letting his towel fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. He walked towards Brad with a smirk as the american backed against a wall. He wrapped his arms around Brad's waist, walking him backward towards the bed against his will.
"Come on now dear....why can't you admit it.." He continued back and tripped over the edge of the bed, taking them both down with Brad on top, his towel falling over Schuldich. "Theres a thin line between your control and your desire. All I have to do is slide it out from under you, like I did your feet, and soon to be more."
"Schuldich...I am going to kill you."
"Why Bradley? Because I'm giving you what you want?" Brad didn't move at all, for once he didn't have an answer. He stared at the german for a moment, unable to believe he was losing. He felt the towel sliding out from between them.
"Schuldich! Don't you dare move that towel!"
"Why? Are you going to get up? I don't see you making any efforts to move." He pulled the towel completely out from between them and Brad could feel the warmth of Schuldich all over him. It stunned him and he couldn't think straight for a moment. "Brad....forget about work once in a while." His voice sounded almost sad, like it longed to say those words for a while. Brad's head fell to Schuldich's shoulder, as the german's arms wrapped around him. "I want you to be honest with me, Brad."
"What..??"
"Tell me how you really feel right now...if you still want to go back to work...I'll let go."
Brad could have saved himself...he could have regained his composure and finished his work...but...no.
"Brad?..............Brad....??"
"....Don't let go." That was all he could think of to say, and yet somehow it was all Schuldich needed. He tightened his hold on the american and the two of them layed there for hours.
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Continued in Chapter 2- A Broken Line * see ya there!
I guess I'm slowly taking my stories further, step by step. This one became hard to write after I ended up comparing a few parts of this
to Bert and Ernie. Read the first three quotes and you might see what I mean. Well Enjoy ^_^ Please review!
~~~~~~~
"Brad..."
"What?"
"I'm bored, Brad"
"So? Go play with Farfarello."
"Finish your work and let's do something."
"Like what? There isn't much for us to do here."
"Theres nightclubs and stuff right?"
"You are not getting drunk. I am not dragging you home again." Brad brushed his hair back slowly with his right hand, wincing at the memory of the last time the redhead had gotten drunk. "Leave me alone, Schuldich." Brad continued to do his paperwork silently.
"God dammit, Brad..." Schuldich left the room slowly and half closed the door behind him.
Brad let out a sigh of relief, perhaps the German would stop tempting him for the night....that would be nice. Each day he came closer and closer to taking a piece of that man...every night he felt himself losing his control slowly. Tonight...he would try to regain himself, a rest period if you will. Even so, every rest period comes to an end...and did this one....abruptly. The door was opened again and in came Schuldich, walking past Brad, seeming not to notice him. He went straight into the bathroom and closed the door. Brad sighed. "At least he isn't bothering me." He heard the shower turn on and knew he would be in there for a while....good.
Time passed and Brad worked on his paperwork diligently. He stopped working after a little while and took note of the glare on his glasses. He tried to clean them with his shirt but it wouldn't work...he had to use water. He looked towards the bathroom door hesitantly, the sound of water running still coming from inside. He got up from his chair and mumbled to himself, "I'll just slip in and out. He won't notice." He walked slowly to the door and opened it quietly, heading to the sink. He took off his glasses and reached for the faucet when he looked into the mirror to see the shower curtain open and a certain redhead staring at him. Green eyes glowed behind wet red hair, both of which above a well fitted, often seen smirk. Brad made the mistake of turning around with a shocked look when the German pulled him into the shower and landed him against a wall, but sitting on the floor. Hot water ran down his face as he watched the other man kneel down over him and hold him in place. The german stared into his eyes and moved in, pressing his lips hard against Brad's. Brad started to kiss back but stopped himself from submitting with the last thread of control he had left. The kiss was broken and Schuldich just smiled at Brad.
"I know you didn't hate that Bradley. Naughty." And that said, The german dried his hair, wrapped himself in a towel and left.
Brad sat there, still stunned and soaking wet on the floor of the shower. Wet hair fell into his eyes as his head fell forward, bringing him back to the world. He pried himself off the floor and stumbled out of the shower, grabbing his glasses off of the counter and washing them on his now wet shirt. He took his shirt off and hung it up to dry and he walked out of the bathroom and took a towel from the closet, passing Schuldich on the bed. He watched Brad stomp in and out of the bathroom with a smirk, enjoying how he had played with the oracle, and his reaction. Finally Brad came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, and looked over at Schuldich.
"Why don't you put some clothes on?" Brad inquired to the man in the towel who was laying on his bed.
"Why leave the show early?"
Brad gave him a stern look. "What are you planning...?"
"Why.....nothing, my dear." Schuldich stood up letting his towel fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. He walked towards Brad with a smirk as the american backed against a wall. He wrapped his arms around Brad's waist, walking him backward towards the bed against his will.
"Come on now dear....why can't you admit it.." He continued back and tripped over the edge of the bed, taking them both down with Brad on top, his towel falling over Schuldich. "Theres a thin line between your control and your desire. All I have to do is slide it out from under you, like I did your feet, and soon to be more."
"Schuldich...I am going to kill you."
"Why Bradley? Because I'm giving you what you want?" Brad didn't move at all, for once he didn't have an answer. He stared at the german for a moment, unable to believe he was losing. He felt the towel sliding out from between them.
"Schuldich! Don't you dare move that towel!"
"Why? Are you going to get up? I don't see you making any efforts to move." He pulled the towel completely out from between them and Brad could feel the warmth of Schuldich all over him. It stunned him and he couldn't think straight for a moment. "Brad....forget about work once in a while." His voice sounded almost sad, like it longed to say those words for a while. Brad's head fell to Schuldich's shoulder, as the german's arms wrapped around him. "I want you to be honest with me, Brad."
"What..??"
"Tell me how you really feel right now...if you still want to go back to work...I'll let go."
Brad could have saved himself...he could have regained his composure and finished his work...but...no.
"Brad?..............Brad....??"
"....Don't let go." That was all he could think of to say, and yet somehow it was all Schuldich needed. He tightened his hold on the american and the two of them layed there for hours.
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Continued in Chapter 2- A Broken Line * see ya there!