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Still Breathing Part 3 The Hotel
When they get to their final destination, Mexico City Vanderohe drags a wide eyed Dieter who keeps looking around at their new non zombie infested surroundings to the fanciest hotel in the place. Just like at the little airport the clerk looks at them in their filthy clothes with barely canceled disdain until Vanderohe drops a stack of cash on the counter and requests their best sweet. The clerk changes his tune real fast as Vanderohe hooks an arm across Dieter’s back, hand tight on his hip to keep him from wandering off toward the lounge where the sound of live music and laughter can be heard.
It is a blur from the lobby to the elevator, waving around more cash as they line up room service, toiletries, clothes and a doctor for the morning. Vanderohe has an arm hooked around Dieter the entire elevator ride up to their room as the man yawns and yammers on about sleeping for days and what he hopes is in the minibar. Vanderohe does not have an opinion on the minibar, that is what room service is for but he is on bored with the sleeping, he is exhausted and so sore and ready for a hot shower and a soft bed for the two of them to share.
The elevator feels like it takes a lifetime every time the door dings open Vanderohe goes tense prepared for an enemy. It is only more people, either going up to the pool or mistaking the elevator for one going down. Dieter turns each time, moving closer until his mouth brushes the skin of Vanderohe’s cheek with a reminder "We made it out" and it settles him instantly arm going a little tighter around Dieter but the rest of him relaxing once more.
As soon as they make it to their room Vanderohe is herding Dieter to the master bath, splashing cold water on their faces and hands on the plain does not make up for the days of grime built up on their bodies. They are both gross from more than dirt and blood as they strip quickly, the water hot almost scalding as they get in. They soap one another up, Dieter careful of Vanderohe injuries, ridding each other of all of the blood, dirt, sweat, and dried cum they are covered in. There are gentle touches and soft kisses shared under the warm spray, now that they are someplace safe and private far away from Vegas, the adrenaline has finally worn out completely but the need to touch, to keep close is still there.
They settle down bare under soft sheets, limbs tangled, Dieter squirming around until Vanderohe gets an arm around his waist, giving him a pinch when he tries to take the squirming back up. Vanderohe grins into his curls when Dieter huffs out a sheepish “Sorry sir.” Vanderohe just hums into his hair as one of Dieter’s hands come up and covers his, too tired for anything more. It does not take Dieter long to drop off, a second dose of antihistamines had his eyes drooping before they even got out of the shower, basically useless as Vanderohe dried both of them off. It is only once Dieter’s soft snores become a familiar pattern that Vanderohe is able to finally find sleep as well, curling just a little closer as his eyes finally close and sleep takes him too.
The doctor comes early the next morning, too early for Vanderohe who barely manages to climb out of the bed after Dieter who answers the door naked. Vanderohe has the thought to at least wrap the sheet around his waist as he settles on the edge of the bed, the doctor is alone, seemingly uncaring that Dieter is in his birthday suit as he gives the man a once over before moving over to Vanderohe taking note of his injuries. He gets the good painkillers and the doctor cleans and patches up his scabbing cuts better than Dieter had been able to back in the vault. Dieter hovers close, dancing around nervously behind the doctor who is getting more and more annoyed by the second until Vanderohe snaps his fingers drawing Dieter’s attention as he holds a hand out. Dieter gives him a big soft smile settling on the edge of the bed close enough to grab his hand but far enough away to give the doctor room to work which seems to settle the man's growing agitation.
After that it is three days of nothing but sleeping and eating for Vanderohe at least, Dieter is in a better state, no injuries from the zombies and his hives have all cleared up, just a few small scabs on his neck as a reminder. Every time Vanderohe wakes up Dieter is right there, he does not just leave, is always handing him a plate of something to eat, television on in the background as he goes over what he has been doing while Vanderohe has been a sleep, which is not much, mostly just binging day time television from the bits Vanderohe’s mind is able to pick up still too tired to give him his full attention. As soon as his belly is full and Dieter is passing him more pills he is out again, tossing an arm around Dieter’s hip and pressing his face against his stomach, dropping off to a gentle hand brushing over the short crop of curls covering his skull.
Vanderohe wakes up on the fourth day, the sun just coming up and casting a warm soft pinkish glow through the curtains, feeling much better. Dieter is still sleeping, he has been awake all of the times Vanderohe has woken up, this is the first time he has caught him asleep, softly snoring. Vanderohe does not really want to wake him up but he has to pee and he is reluctant to just leave him, afraid that if they part he will find this has all been a dream. Dieter whines as he is woken, trying to squirm away from Vanderohe’s poking fingers but he cannot go far with the arm around his waist trapping him.
“Ich war am schlafen.” Is tiredly mumbled as Dieter cracks an eye open and it is not any of the German Vanderohe knows but he thinks he understands the gist of it from the annoyed glare being thrown his way.
“Come one, I have to pee, get up.” Vanderohe insists, dragging Dieter up out of bed despite his protests.
“I didn’t wake you up every time I had to pee.” Dieter complains around a yawn as he is dragged into the bathroom, pouting and moving to the sink as Vanderohe goes to relieve his bladder with a shrug.
“Just wanted to keep you close.” Vanderohe admits cheeks heating as he turns his head to keep an eye on Dieter brushing his teeth at the sink, wearing pajama bottoms in light blue and the clothes they requested must have been dropped off.
“I guess that’s okay.” Dieter mumbles around his mouth full of foamy tooth paste as he flushes, shooting Vanderohe a smile. “You should definitely brush your teeth too, it’s been three days and consider another shower.” Dieter says still smiling even as he pinches his nose to indicate Vnaderohe smells.
Vanderohe finishes peeing and moves over to the sink, bumping Dieter from directly in front of it with his hip so he can wash his hand before grabbing up a toothbrush himself. “Only if you will join me.” He says with his own grin before he starts vigorously scrubbing his teeth, they do feel pretty gross, he definitely should have washed them during his trips to the bathroom but exhaustion had won out.
Dieter does not answer with words, just nods and spits toothpaste foam from his mouth into the sink and rinses his toothbrush before taking a swig of mouthwash, he swishes it around his mouth while he moves away. Vanderohe tries to get a hand on him, to keep him close but Dieter is already out of reach, he relaxes when he realizes the man is just heading to the shower and starting it so the water can warm up. Dieter comes back over and spits the mouthwash out, settling on the counter as Vanderohe finishes cleaning his own mouth.
Vanderohe pushes into Dieter’s space as soon as he has spit his own mouthwash out, Dieter sliding his legs further apart to accommodate Vanderohe pressing between them. Cursing pleasantly in German as Vanderohe’s mouth finds his collarbone and neck and their hips press together, both of them already half hard and filling out more with the friction. “Maybe the shower can wait just a little bit.” Dieter murmurs as he gets a hand curled over the back of Vanderohe’s skull, getting him to tilt his head up for a kiss on the mouth. Vanderohe indulges him for a few minutes, tongues twining softly in no hurry, hands stroking over each other's backs and ribs.
Vanderohe drags him down off the counter and lets Dieter find his feet before dragging him back to the rumpled bed, ignoring Dieter’s protests about leaving the shower running. As soon as they get to the bed Vanderohe is pushing Dieter down, kissing the protests from his mouth as he straddles him, forcing their hips together, sucking down all of Dieter’s little expletives as he keeps kissing him. Vanderohe digs around in the nightstand blindly for the lube he secured during their time in the lobby before pushing Dieter further up the bed.
Vandeohe holds the lube up like a question, smirking at the wide grin and enthusiastic nod he gets form Dieter “Yes, yes definitely Mr. Vanderohe.” He huffs a laugh at the formality dragging Dieter’s pants down and tossing them away.
“I think you can call me Van now,” He pauses, leaning down to nips at a bare calf making Dieter shudder “or sir when we’re in private if you’re feeling so inclined.” Vanderohe smirks at the way Dieter’s cock kicks and drips at that.
“Yes sir.” Dieter gets out on a groan as Vanderohe keeps kissing up his calf over his knee to his thigh, biting hard and leaving a deep purple mark as he sucks, making Dieter squirm and moan as he mumbles expletives in both English and German. He mouths as Dieter’s other thigh, feeling his pulse thudding heavily under his teeth and tongue as he coats his fingers in lube. His own dick throbs hard as he rubs lube over Dieter’s hole and presses the first finger in, the man slipping into even more German as his fingers tangle in the sheets.
Vanderohe presses his finger in and out, moving up and mouthing at Dieter’s dripping cock, lapping up the precum until Dieter is pressing back on his fingers with a demand “More.” Vanderohe nips him hard on the hip and the switch is instantaneous. “Please Sir!” Dieter begs as his dick spits out a big glob of pre, Vanderohe groans his own cock kicking against the sheets and spitting pre as he presses a second finger in.
Vanderohe laps up the new pre from Dieter’s cock before moving his body up high as he scissors his fingers, kissing and biting his way up Dieter’s chest as he withers and groans. He does not wait for Dieter to ask for more, adding a third finger as he mouths at a nipple, Dieter’s blunt nails scratching at his back as he digs in with his teeth making him buck and shouts as he crooks his fingers and finds his prostate. Vanderohe keeps pressing in until Dieter is crying out on every touch over sensitive and wanting more, begging “Bitte, ich bin bereit, sir!”
Vanderohe is pretty sure he understands what Dieter is asking for even if he does not understand the words themselves but he keeps going, grinning as he leans up and catches Dieter’s slack mouth. “What was that?” He asks teasingly, giving a little laugh at the annoyed look he gets from Dieter as the man tries to get his brain in order to get the words out in English.
“I’m ready.” Dieter gets out after a long pause, moaning as Vanderohe presses against his prostate again, he huffs out an annoyed breath when Vanderohe eases off again, getting a hand between them to catch his wrist before he can press against it again. “Warte, ich kann nicht nachdenken!” Vanderohe does not fight his hold, just peppers kisses over his cheeks and jaw as he gives him time to get his words arranged into something Vanderohe does not have to guess the meaning of. “I’m ready now, stop playing.” Vanderohe gives Dieter’s pale neck a hard bite, leaving another sucking bruise that blooms beautifully against his skin smirking at the breathy little “Please sir.” it gets him.
Vanderohe drags his fingers out of Dieter, catching his panting mouth in a kiss before he is digging in the drawer again for the condoms he also secured in the lobby. He admires Dieter’s flushed states, skin pink, chest heaving and covered in several purpling marks from Vanderohe’s mouth, a claim that makes heat boil higher in his gut as he quickly slides a condom on and adds more lube before settling back between Dieter’s thighs. He catches Dieter’s mouth again as he presses his thighs wide and lines up, circling his hips so the tip rubs around Dieter’s rim.
He gets a pinch to the ribs for it, an annoyed complaint groaned into his mouth before he presses in all at once, leaving Dieter panting hard at the suddenness. Vanderohe stops as soon as his hips are flush with Dieter, he can feel the man clenching around him as he squirms adjusting to being so full so suddenly, he just drops more kisses against his skin. He only starts moving when Dieter starts rolling his hips seeking out more, he keeps his thrust shallow and slow, kissing Dieter deeply as he sets up a rhythm and slowly works his way up to faster.
“Faster” Dieter requests when Vanderohe pushes up with one arm to settle back on his knees and really start fucking into him, already on the same page but he still gives Dieter’s nipple a hard twist only easing up when he adds “Please sir.” Dieter’s cock is flushed and dripping, bobbing with each thrust now that it is not trapped between their bellies. Vanderohe starts up a faster pace, getting his hands on Dieter’s hips and shifting him higher, balls slapping and cock brushing against his prostate with every thrust.
Dieter is crying out hands clawing uselessly at the sheets and blankets bunched up under them, his cock spitting fresh globs of pre as he tries to find perches for feet but with the way Vanderohe is holding him hiked up he finds nothing, toes curling as his feet hand in the air. He reaches for his dick, he is close he wants to cum so bad, each hard brush over his prostate bringing him closer and closer but still he needs more. “Nein, nein, sir, lass mich bitte!” He begs when Vanderohe catches his wrists in one hand and pins them over his head, making his dick throb and spit more.
“Come on, you can cum like this, know you can.” Vanderohe insists leaning over him, making Dieter's back bend even more and he knows it is going to hurt later but right now the stretch is perfect just adds to the throbbing in his cock the heat building in his stomach. Dieter shakes his head in denial, tears pricking at his eyes, sure he cannot cum without touching his dick no matter how close he is he has never cum without friction on his dick before.
“You’re going to cum for me like this or you don’t get to cum at all baby.” Vanderohe issues an empty threat. He has no intention of leaving Dieter wanting but he is sure he can do it. He pushes down a little hard on Dieter until the tip of his cock brushes against his abs giving Dieter a little help. “Cum for me.” He commands, the hand not keeping Dieter pinned coming away from the needlessly tight hold he has on Dieter's hip to slap his ass, skin instantly going red.
Dieter’s mouth goes wide in shock as he orgasm crashes through him, cum shooting out all over his chest and smearing as Vanderhoe keeps fucking into him. “Shit yes, look so fucking good like this, feel so good, you did so good for me.” Dieter whines at the praises falling from Vanderohe’s mouth making his dick spit out even more cum as he clenches around him. Praise keeps spilling from Vanderohe’s mouth as he presses in deep one last time and cums, holding still as Dieter keeps clenching around him, milking his cock until it is spent.
Vanderohe only pulls out once he is completely spent and Dieter has stopped clenching around him, easing Dieter back down against the mattress before ridding himself of the condom, tying it off and throwing it to the side. He hears it hit the floor, uncaring as he boxes Dieter in against the bed kissing his panting mouth. “You still need a shower.” Dieter complains as the kiss breaks, Vanderohe flopping to the side and tugging Dieter closer until he is curling against him.
“Yeah in a bit.” Vanderohe concedes he does kind of smell but he is happy to just live in this afterglow for a few moments, Dieter’s fingers dancing over his sweaty chest in a pattern only he can see.
“So what happens next?” Dieter asks after a long moment of silence and it steals Vanderohe’s breath, the idea that maybe whatever happens next involves them parting ways, he is not ready for that, he is not sure he ever will be.
“Technically I have to get back to my life, the ladies will be missing me.” He feels Dieter stiffen and smiles a little, maybe he is not the only one more attached than should be after only a week. “I teach a water aerobics class at the retirement home, among other things. I already missed one class. They'll be worrying.”
“Old ladies love me.” Dieter says, twisting to look up at Vanderohe with a hopeful smile. “Maybe you could show me.”
“I bet they do, it’s the cheeks right.” Vanderohe teases, gut fluttering at the idea of taking Dieter home with him, of bringing him into his ordinary life. “Don’t you have people to get back to?” He asks curious, pretty sure he will not take it too well when Dieter finally has to leave and return to his own life.
Dieter gives an amused huff “I don’t have anything to go back to, my life was in Europe and I can’t go back there. Why do you think I ended up working at a dead end teller job in Nevada.” He says the disdain he holds for his teller job is obvious and Vanderohe has questions, a lot of them but there will be plenty of time to ask them later.
“You’ll have to tell me why you can’t go back to Europe as a whole sometime, it's a decent sized place to get banned from.” Vanderohe says with a laugh, thinking of all of the other places they can visit instead they have more than enough money to go anywhere they want.
“Nein, nein I never said banned, just on some watch lists for crimes I may or may not have committed.” Dieter says, tone serious but his face quickly splits into a grin as Vanderohe laughs and drags him down for another kiss.
“You might beat me out for Carol’s favorite, she used to rob banks back in the day, never got caught, you’ll have to ask her about it.” Vanderohe catches Dieter’s mouth again as he tries to ask excited questions about Carol. Dieter can ask her himself when Vandeohe brings him home.
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