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The day was coming to its end, as the last sunshine peeked thru the blinds on Jürgen apartment.

In between the bands performances and the eternal parties, George had found the time to spend it on his lover's place giving to each other a weekend of silence in the middle of the noisy Hamburg.

Bored, he started touching and looking his stuff finding some old paintings the german had done while studying art with the rest of the exis.

"I haven't seen you paint before" –he called him, while inspecting the canvases.

"That's because I'm a photographer, I don't do it often…" –was his response as he grabbed another one, depicting some fruits on his living room– "See? this one I made recently. You have to exercise the muscle, or you lose the ability."

"Yeah… your muscles" –George joked, raising his eyebrows as he caressed his arm.

Jürgen snorted at the double meaning, still getting flustered– "I'm all bones."

"No, not really." –he tried to keep touching him.

"Why don't I paint you? Ja?" –he interrupted his advances, grabbing him by the shoulders– "I saw in an art exhibition, some pictures of people as canvases… I'll try that."

Next thing George knew, was him laying face down on Jürgen's bed without a shirt or pants.

"I hope you're not ticklish" –said Jürgen mixing some oil paintings on his pallette, climbing behind him.

Even though the idea was doing a still life on his back, Jürgen started painting whatever shapes came to mind thru his back, shoulders and thighs.

George wasn't ticklish, and yet, the touch of the brush make his skin crawl. He felt warm because of the idea of Jürgen's fingers touring thru his body like that and the setting sun against him. His face started to turn red at the same pace the blood pooled on his crotch in anticipation.

He turned around to catch a glimpse of Jürgen's face, encountering the same lust hungry expression on his blue eyes. Their eyes meet, and silently, Jürgen pushed his pelvis against his bottom, letting him feel his erection trapped on his trousers.

A gasp left his lips as George pushed his body against him imitating his actions without breaking the eye contact. They stayed like that, moving their bodies increasing the friction between them until Jürgen broke the contact enough to undo his belt and lowe ring his pants enough so he could grop his erection more comfortably.

"Jürgen… " –George called him, needy on his voice before he lowered his body to messily kiss him, not caring that his white shirt got stained by the oil paints.

They separated briefly from the kiss to make enough space for George to turn around and continue the kiss more comfortably.

Quickly, Jürgen took his hand in direction of George's underwear, wrapping his hand on his dick under the fabric making him gasp, alleviated by the stimulation after a long time wanting any sort of touch.

His whiny moans filled the room as he grabbed Jürgen by the shoulders, hiding his face on his chest– "Good, ja?" –Jürgen asked with agitated voice, knowing how much George was enjoying it by the sounds he was making.

"Jür- oh!… Jürgen, wait… " –George called between sobs of pleasure, taking Jürgen's wrist to stop him before he came on his hand. Obediently, he stopped before kissing his temple in a loving way.

"Too much?" –he asked, nervous to have exceeded himself, relaxing himself when George confirmed he was okay. He kissed him again repetitively all over his face, murmuring sweet names that George couldn't understand while removing his dirty clothes from the contact with George's body, staying only with his underwear on.

Playfully, George kissed him on the lips again and started lowering his kisses to his jaw, neck and chest– "George…" –he called him when his face was in front of his pelvis, grinning back at him with that fang Jürgen loved.

George took the chance to lick his lower abdomen and part of his happy trail before removing Jürgen's underwear enough so that his dick was freed until George took its head on his mouth.

The hot mess of his mouth was enough to have the poor man moaning and groaning obscenities in german, the natural words of his own language making his voice change from nervous and shaky to low pitched and nasty.

He grabbed George by the head, helping take a rhythm that would pleasure him even more, barely containing himself to push him in a way that would forcecock to take his whole cock.

"Ah… so good" –he barely said in english when George stopped sucking him, leaning himself forward to kiss him feeling the aftertaste of himself. He sat back on the bed, pulling George on his lap as their hands grabbed every part of their skin they could get a hold of.

"I stained you… " –George whispered when both of them took a break from their make out session to catch their breath.

"Not so much…" –responded the german, excited by the view of George naked, sweaty and with paint all over himself. The guitarist, not pleasured with the state of his lover, turned around and picked one of the oil paint tubes from the night stand: Ultramarine blue.

"Your eyes… " –he explained opening it and pouring a considerable amount of it on Jürgen's chest and smearing it thru wherever his hands could reach.

Jürgen observed silently how George touched him before taking him on his arms and joining their chest together so both of their bodies shared the same color– "That was expensive… " –he whispered on his ear.

A cold runned thru George's spine, feeling his cock twitch by the change of tone of the otherwise shy and nervous man– "Let's make it worth it then… "

Thats phrase was enough for Jürgen to jump at his lips like a hungry animal, grabbing his hips firmly as George grabbed him by the back of his neck, not minding at that moment to get paint on his hair.

Jürgen turned around their bodies, leaving George back down on his bed staining the bed covers as they changed positions and while Jürgen tried to clean his fingers enough before grabbing the lube he kept on the nightstand. He separated his body from George's as he poured down the liquid down his clean hand and took them to his bottom, inserting them slowly, savoring the view of his lover moaning his name– "Is it good, mein leibe?"

George nodded with closed eyes, unable to keep them open from the pleasure. A loud gasp leaved his mouth when Jürgen's fingers left his interiors, leaving him time to open his eyes back again to see Jürgen grabbing the base of his cock before entering him again.

Soon enough, the otherwise quiet flat was filled with the clapping of their bodies and the mixed languages moans from each other as Jürgen started to fuck him, every thrust harder than the one before by the whinny demands of the young guitarist.

"Verdammt… (goddamn) " –he whispered on George's neck as his movements became sloppy as he was close to cum, doing it inside of him after a couple more trusts being shortly followed by George.

After both of them catches their breaths, Jürgen slowly separated himself from George, taking a look of the messy way his cum dripped from his entrance before falling by his side on the bed, pulling him next to him in a silent hug as he kissed his sweaty forehead, slowly falling into the realization that not only he butchered some good clothes and his bed sheets, but that George had picked a brand new expensive tube of oils.

"Mein leibe…" –he called him– "Let's go clean ourselves, ja?"