A/N: Chapter four! Enjoy! And just thanks for reading everyone!
Special thanks to YouThereintheTrunks for the awesome and informative review. Reviews like yours really help me, so thank you so much. : ) And I do like your idea for another Pianist fic. I'm currently in the process of writing another one, but I'll give yours a try too, although, I can promise you nothing, I'm not too good at angst fics. But I'll start writing it and see where that leads me. But it may take awhile, I already started on my other Pianist fic and I'm writing some other fics for other fandoms.
Hosenfeld opened the door to his pitch black bedroom and, without giving Szpilman a chance to change his mind, pushed Szpilman back until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he went tumbling over.
Hosenfeld, clumsily, stripped out of his boots and shirt, almost falling over a few times in the process. Szpilman laughed as he watched the darkened blob of Hosenfeld stumble about the room as he tried to rid himself of his clothes. The tension and worry from only moments ago was replaced by an easy comfort.
After Hosenfeld finally rid himself of most of his clothes, he crawled unto his bed and over Szpilman once again, looking down and trying to see the young Jew's face. Unfortunately, with no light source in the room Szpilman just looked like a darker blob that lay against a slightly lighter, dark blob. No worries, though, even if Hosenfeld couldn't see Szpilman he could still feel him.
Hosenfeld gently ran his fingers down the side of Szpilman's face, drawing out a shiver from the younger man, and sketched the edge of his jaw line all the way down to his throat. He continued his journey down Szpilman's throat, bypassing his collar bone, and stopping only once he was met with the collar of Szpilman's shirt.
He felt the rise and fall of Szpilman's chest as his breathing became faster and shorter, the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed, and the rise of goose bumps across the surface of his skin as his knuckles brushed against the skin under his shirt. Hosenfeld gently pulled at the buttons on Szpilman's shirt until, one by one, they all came open and he felt the fabric fall apart and reveal to him smooth, warm skin.
Hosenfeld felt Szpilman squirm under him and he leaned down and placed warm, butterfly kisses all the way down Szpilman's chest to his navel. When he reached the hem of Szpilman's pants he made short work of those and he couldn't suppress a smile as he noticed the bulge in his underwear.
"I…" Choked Szpilman as Hosenfeld rid him of his underwear and moved back up his body to lay a reassuring kiss on Szpilman's lips, efficiently stopping any protests Szpilman had.
Hosenfeld tenderly nibbled on Szpilman's bottom lip until he opened his mouth to him. Tasting Szpilman, Hosenfeld heard him let out a long moan and slowly arch his back off the bed until his groan was grinding into Hosenfeld's own growing need.
Szpilman broke the kiss, pulling away from Hosenfeld long enough to tug at the German's pants, and panting out that he wished for them both to be nude for this. Hosenfeld happily obliged.
As Hosenfeld stripped out of his pants, the panic in Szpilman began to rise. What was he supposed to do now? He had never been with another man before. He wasn't sure he could pleasure another man. He knew what he liked, but different people had different desires and such.
There was, of course, that one thing that Szpilman had heard about. But he wasn't sure he could do that. He was nervous, but he did want to make Hosenfeld feel as good as he did, though.
Hosenfeld was finally able to get himself out of the steel trap that was his pants and crawl back on top of Szpilman. But before he knew what had happened Szpilman had flipped them and now had Hosenfeld on his back with Szpilman straddling his legs.
Hosenfeld was shocked and confused at first, but as the situation sank in he found himself becoming even more aroused.
Being pinned to the bed by Szpilman is, actually, kind of… Sexy, thought Hosenfeld, feeling Szpilman's long and bony fingers dig into his hips. Strike that. Really sexy.
Szpilman swallowed his nervousness as he moved himself lower down Hosenfeld's legs. He remembered what his friend had once told him about this and about how to do it correctly. His friend told him that it was good to know, just in case he was caught by some Nazis that wanted him to do them some favors.
Szpilman took a deep breath and not allowing himself time to chicken out lowered his head and swallowed Hosenfeld whole.
"G-God!" Cried Hosenfeld as his hips bucked up when his cock first made contact with Szpilman's moist mouth. Szpilman dug his fingers deeper into Hosenfeld's hip bones and forcibly held him down.
Hosenfeld gripped the top of Szpilman's head as Szpilman's tongue worked around his dick. Hosenfeld threw his head back in ecstasy as a string of garbled words and moans escaped his mouth. His breathing became harsh and uneven.
Where did he learn to do th-that? Thought Hosenfeld, in a moment of clarity. God, that feels… Good. Strike that. Great. Fantastic. Mind- f*cking -amazing.
Hosenfeld tightened his grip on Szpilman's head, fingers digging into his scalp in an effort to warn Szpilman that if he kept it up Hosenfeld wasn't going to last long. Hosenfeld was finally able to pull Szpilman's head up and force him to stop what he was doing.
"Slow down," panted Hosenfeld, releasing his grip on Szpilman's head. "Don't want this to be over too soon."
Szpilman crawled back up Hosenfeld's body, placing kisses here and there across it. Finally making it back up to Hosenfeld's mouth, Szpilman deftly captured his lips in an intense kiss. Hosenfeld was sure that after this he was going to have bruises everywhere and he found he really didn't care, just so long as Szpilman kept doing that thing with his hands. And- Dear Lord -those hands! Talented didn't even begin to cover it.
They soon found, as their hands ran rampant across each other's bodies, that their release was fast approaching. And as nails clawed at tender flesh and teeth nipped at lips they tried to make every last pleasurable second count before they both went plummeting over the edge.
The shadows of the room encased them in a blanket of silence and darkness, swallowing them whole and hiding them away from the outside world. So there was no shame felt or disgust dealt to one another as the evening drew to an end and they each found their pleasure and their release in each other. But will what was felt during the night be the same in the light of day?
A/N: And there you have it.