SCH7

Part 7

When Brad woke up, it was still dark in the room; he pulled the purple sheets back over himself and snuggled into the pillow. He sighed and sent out a hand over the sheets. When he didn�t come across a body next to his own, he opened his eyes and sat up. Looking around the traditional yet modern Japanese hotel room, he noticed he was alone. He looked to the left side of his bed where the sheets lay pooled, the indentation of a head still imprinted in the black silken pillow next to his. Although everything was catered for them, Farferello would never go on tour or to a gig without his own things. The purple/red silk sheets and silky black pillowcases were one of his comforters, and Brad loved the way the silk caressed him and how his pale lover looked against the deep rich colours. Yawning he turned at the sound of the shower and blinked, a hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
        Looking over to the clock, he realized it was only after five am, two hours before he�d set the alarm to go off, and much earlier than Farferello usually woke up. Pulling the sheet back, he shivered a little in the chilly air and crawled off of the futon that took up the room as a bed, he could never sleep on them usually, and Farferello seemingly slept like a log. Standing, he quietly walked over to the bathroom and opened the slightly ajar door. Pushing it open, he stood in the doorway and watched his lover shower. Feeling eyes on him, Farferello stopped mid-lather and turned, raising a fine silver eyebrow in question at the intrusion.

�Can I join you?� Brad asked, his eyes roaming over the naked, soapy man in front of him. He grinned at the slight shrug of Farferello�s pale shoulders as he turned and entered fully, closing the door behind him.
      Farferello went back to lathering his hair as his lover stepped under the warm shower spray. �You�re up early, something wrong?� Farferello shook his head negatively. �Couldn�t sleep.� He stepped under the spray and now turned to face Crawford as the suds washed from his hair. Leaning forward, Brad helped, his hands sifting through the soft silky hair, helping to remove any suds and dirt. �Want me to wash your back?� Brad offered, keeping a passive look on his face as Farferello studied him; not finding what he was looking for, Farferello turned his back and handed the washcloth to Crawford, who grabbed the shower gel from the side.
      Pouring it on Brad began a leisurely soap; he kissed one sudded shoulder and then drew back, rubbing at Farferello�s back and sweeping teasingly down to the top of his rear. At a startled intake of breath, Brad grinned and brought the washcloth back up and over the shoulders, trailing it down Farferello�s chest slightly from his position. Removing the cap, Crawford poured more gel onto the cloth and grabbed a hip, slowly he traced the washcloth over and around Farferello�s chest, cleaning him quickly before returning to wash his neck. Stroking the hip in his right hand he dropped the cloth on the basin to his left and began to rub in the lotion. Soon his right hand shifted to his shoulder and began a gentle massage, rubbing the foam in whilst soothing any sores. Nipping an ear, his left hand slid across the wet skin and began to move in small circles across Farferello�s chest. The hand scratched gently and then rubbed before tracing over a hard wet nipple, giving it a slight pinch before moving on. Farferello bit his lip and closed his eye before bracing a hand on the wall.

�Stop it Brad,� it came out in a soft, growling, breathless whisper. Brad grinned as he did the same over the next nipple, though pinching a little harder, stroking the nub with the pad of his thumb.

�Stop what, Jei?� he smirked a little as the water cascaded down on them, soaking his black hair to his skin as he helped wash away the suds. Once done, Farferello moved from his groping hands.

�I�m clean now.� Stepping from the caresses, Farferello placed his hand on the door handle and sucked in a shaky breath as he was hauled back from his waist and pushed hard against the shower wall. He braced himself on his hands as Brad leant down to lick his ear.

�Is that any way to repay someone who washed your back, Jei?� From their position on his waist, a bronzed hand trailed the rest of the way down Farferello's spine and cupped one of his cheeks. Squeezing gently a finger slipped along the crease of his buttocks, coming to a firm stop just above his entrance. Farferello�s eye closed again as he pressed his face against the cool tiled wall and whimpered when Brad�s other hand moved down to gently stroke him.
        Leaning closer, Brad nuzzled Farferello�s ear; he licked along it and trailed his tongue to the silver hoops that took refuge in the lobe. He sucked the lobe into his mouth as his tongue traced the hoops. All the while he gently rubbed his fingers against Farferello�s opening, the other hand simply cupping him, giving a soft squeeze now and then to make him moan and writhe more.

�Do you know what you do to me, Jei?� Brad whispered. �Do you know how much I want you?� Farferello shook his head in false denial and almost whimpered when the hands slipped away. His fingers tightened on the tiles in front of him and his face pressed more insistently against the tiles when he heard the cap of the gel opening. Crawford emptied some onto his hand, making them slippery and trailed his hand back to cup Farferello�s rear, again, fingers slipped in to gently press against the pucker as nips and kisses were trailed across Farferello�s shoulders and neck.

�Aghhh�.� Farferello gasped a little and pressed back when he felt a finger worm its way in, stroking gently it pushed further, thrusting in and out before a second was added. Farferello writhed, trying to rub his aching erection against the wall before his hips were grasped and he was pulled back against Brad�s chest. He whimpered needily when this made the fingers force their way in further and brush something inside. He cried out and pushed back, a soft wail leaving his throat.

�Please Brad�� Farferello writhed, thrusting up to meet nothing but air and leant back onto the hard body behind him, his legs spread and his knees buckling. Before he fell, he was pushed again into the wall as a third finger entered him, stretching and hitting that spot again before he was roughly turned round and pressed back, his mouth claimed in a raw, passionate kiss. He moaned as their erections rubbed together and thrust up, making Brad elicit a shallow cry of pleasure, also meeting the thrusts. Farferello placed his arms around Brad�s neck and pulled him closer, thrusting his tongue against Brad�s own and twining them together. He groaned in delight when he felt hands cup his rear again and he was slowly lifted, the wall used for support as Brad guided him down onto his hard, aching arousal.

�BRADDDDDD!� he cried out as he was entered, pleasure racking through him as he pushed back down hard. He grinned sadistically as Brad let out a large puff of air, bracing himself on the wall with a hand as he began to thrust hard into his lovers� tight body.
      �Fuck Jei�so good.� Legs closed around his hips and Brad was free to place his hand behind Farferello�s back, moving him more as he kissed him. Farferello clung tightly to Brad as he was impaled. His pale arms clasped tightly behind Brad�s head, not letting him go even if he wanted to, but in such position he couldn�t get relief. �Please Brad�. Need more�. His head lay against the cold tiles as he groaned, mouth opening in a sigh. Pulling back just a little Brad reached up to turn the shower off before he stumbled to open the shower door. Walking out carefully, arms full of his love, he clambered over to the edge of the futon; as he sat, Farferello reared up as Brad�s hard erection moved further into him, brushing his prostate as he screamed.
      Moving back to lay against the silk pillows Brad groaned, leaning forward he kissed Farferello, before his mouth descended downwards. He took a pink nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Placing an arm around his back and one on Farferello�s leg as he pounded into him. Kissing along the chest, he licked the other nipple, more trailing, nipping bites and kisses up Farferello�s neck before allowing his hand to stroke him.

�Braddd,� Farf wailed a hand clutching a shoulder as his free hand clutched the wet sheets. His head rolled back as he offered his body to the only man he ever really trusted. Over the night, he had thought about the incident before and going over the scene he did realize he�d seen it wrong. The fact that Brad was pushing at Schu rather than pulling him to him tipped him off.

Arching his thrusts to hit Farferello�s sweet spot, his hand tightened around him, pumping him jerkily to his hard thrusts. His own head tipped back as he cried out.

�Jeeeeiiiiiiii,� his eyes closed as he came, hand jerking at Farferello even more roughly, and, leaning forward to kiss him, he felt Farferello�s own seed splash his stomach. They sat panting in a tight hug. Brown eyes met Farferello�s single amber as they leant in for a kiss. Brad lay back on the pillows, the sheet tangled around him and Farferello as Farf cuddled up to him, Brad still inside. Laying his head down Farferello grasped Brad�s neck tightly. �Love you Bradley,� he panted, still a little out of breath. Trying to untangle them from the cover Brad looked up, kissing Farferello�s cheek. �Love you to, Jei.� Giving up on removing them from the sheet, Brad let his eyes close as he hung onto Farferello, both lying silently, breathing heavily from the previous orgasm as they lay entwined together.

Both soon drifted off to sleep.

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An hour later, Brad woke to the alarm, he hit it off quickly so not to wake Farferello and lay watching him. His fingertips trailed over the delicate skin as he smiled. The smile was just for him. Anyone who knew Brad would say he never smiled, but if they watched closely they would see how the smallest of them crossed his features when surrounded by Farferello. How his eyes lit up when he saw him, or how he tolerated him more than the others wished to. If asked, the other members of Schwarz would have said it was from being in the other band together, knowing each other just that little more than the others did. He wished he could tell them, he knew how much Farferello hated to hide their relationship and how trying to protect him had failed and had almost risked them breaking up. He scowled, silently cursing Schuldig, wishing he could just yell that he was taken and already involved and in love with Farferello, but this he knew would have to wait for a bit longer.
      Stroking the still slightly wet hair clinging to Farferello�s forehead, he placed a soft kiss on the crown. He didn�t have a reason to be up so early and preferred the quiet, ALONE time they could get together without being conspicuous. Placing his head flat against the slightly wet pillow, he tightened his grip around Farferello�s waist. His frown replaced with a warmer smile when Farferello sighed and shifted closer, his face now in the hollow of Brad�s throat. Crawford closed his eyes again and fell asleep with the smell of Farferello�s hair filling his senses.