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Oct. 12th, 2008 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTo Schroeder making love to Charlie Brown is like playing Beethoven's 9th.
First, there is the allegro ma non troppo.
"We can't do this anymore Schroeder." Charlie Brown runs a hand through his thinning brown hair. Charlie Brown's brown hair had always been shockingly fine, a startling shade of brown-gold that couldn't keep Charlie Brown's head from burning during baseball season. Charlie Brown is barely 18, and already his baby fine hair seems to be thinning. Shroeder expects that Charlie Brown's constant stressing will leave him bald by the time he is 25. "Good grief, Lucy will kill me!"
Schroeder is at his piano, as he almost always is. As Schroeder has grown so has his piano, and now it is a professional black baby grand, the type that Schroeder plays when he appears at concert halls. The piano was paid half by himself, and half by his parents. Schroeder is playing, ironically, Bach. "We've talked about this before." Schroeder refuses to stop until he has finished the movement.
"Schroeder!" Unlike Lucy, Charlie Brown understands that no one will come between Schroeder and his piano. Schroeder likes that about Charlie Brown, though Charlie Brown's low self-esteem has been a point for a few arguments. "We can't."
"Charlie Brown." Schroeder finishes, and let's his fingers rest on the keys for a second before standing. He stands and shakes his head, his curly blond hair flying out of his eyes. "We've talked about this."
Charlie Brown looked frustrated, like he couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, but he knew he should say something.
"Aaaaaaaaugh!"
And then, the second movement. Sholzo: Molto vivace – Presto.
Similar to the first part, but faster. Schroeder hated when Charlie Brown screamed, he reached over and wrapped a hand around the back of Charlie Brown's neck, dragging Charlie Brown into a kiss. Charlie Brown's lips moved against Schroeders, protesting in D minor. Schroeder silenced it, his tongue slipping into Charlie Brown's mouth and twisting around his tongue.
They stumbled backwards, Schroeder sat down on the piano bench and dragged Charlie Brown onto his lap. Charlie Brown placed his hands on Schroeder's shoulders, bracing himself. Charlie Brown was kissing back now, touching back now, and in a tempo of three bars, their shirts come off, and their belts are being undone. Schroeder ran his hands through Charlie Brown's hair and down his back to grip Charlie Brown's ass through his pants.
Now the adagio molto e cantabile.
"Schroeder!" Charlie Brown, reminded of why he was there, begins to protest again. Schroeder drags Charlie Brown forward, rubs their groins together and the thoughts fly from Charlie Brown's head. Charlie Brown is pressed up against the Piano when they make love, Schroeder keeps lube in his piano bench, and they make love in a loose variation form. Positions are switched, speeds are exchanged, and Schroeder drags Charlie Brown back from orgasm twice before he brings Charlie Brown over the Brink.
Followed by the recitative.
Charlie Brown groans, his body brushing against Schroeders and filled with post orgasm sensitivity. Schroeder leans his head against Charlie Brown's shoulder, lays whispery kisses along Charlie Brown's skin. Charlie Brown is a symphony after sex, a mixture of deep voiced cellos and basses, the slow groan of his body.
"Schroeder." Charlie Brown pulls away, pulls back and his hands smash down on the keys of Schroeder's piano in a jangle of notes. "We… I can't do this again. Please Schroeder we have to stop. I can't stand it."
Schroeder sighs. "It's art, Charlie Brown, art." Schroeder kisses Charlie Brown again, for the finale.
First, there is the allegro ma non troppo.
"We can't do this anymore Schroeder." Charlie Brown runs a hand through his thinning brown hair. Charlie Brown's brown hair had always been shockingly fine, a startling shade of brown-gold that couldn't keep Charlie Brown's head from burning during baseball season. Charlie Brown is barely 18, and already his baby fine hair seems to be thinning. Shroeder expects that Charlie Brown's constant stressing will leave him bald by the time he is 25. "Good grief, Lucy will kill me!"
Schroeder is at his piano, as he almost always is. As Schroeder has grown so has his piano, and now it is a professional black baby grand, the type that Schroeder plays when he appears at concert halls. The piano was paid half by himself, and half by his parents. Schroeder is playing, ironically, Bach. "We've talked about this before." Schroeder refuses to stop until he has finished the movement.
"Schroeder!" Unlike Lucy, Charlie Brown understands that no one will come between Schroeder and his piano. Schroeder likes that about Charlie Brown, though Charlie Brown's low self-esteem has been a point for a few arguments. "We can't."
"Charlie Brown." Schroeder finishes, and let's his fingers rest on the keys for a second before standing. He stands and shakes his head, his curly blond hair flying out of his eyes. "We've talked about this."
Charlie Brown looked frustrated, like he couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, but he knew he should say something.
"Aaaaaaaaugh!"
And then, the second movement. Sholzo: Molto vivace – Presto.
Similar to the first part, but faster. Schroeder hated when Charlie Brown screamed, he reached over and wrapped a hand around the back of Charlie Brown's neck, dragging Charlie Brown into a kiss. Charlie Brown's lips moved against Schroeders, protesting in D minor. Schroeder silenced it, his tongue slipping into Charlie Brown's mouth and twisting around his tongue.
They stumbled backwards, Schroeder sat down on the piano bench and dragged Charlie Brown onto his lap. Charlie Brown placed his hands on Schroeder's shoulders, bracing himself. Charlie Brown was kissing back now, touching back now, and in a tempo of three bars, their shirts come off, and their belts are being undone. Schroeder ran his hands through Charlie Brown's hair and down his back to grip Charlie Brown's ass through his pants.
Now the adagio molto e cantabile.
"Schroeder!" Charlie Brown, reminded of why he was there, begins to protest again. Schroeder drags Charlie Brown forward, rubs their groins together and the thoughts fly from Charlie Brown's head. Charlie Brown is pressed up against the Piano when they make love, Schroeder keeps lube in his piano bench, and they make love in a loose variation form. Positions are switched, speeds are exchanged, and Schroeder drags Charlie Brown back from orgasm twice before he brings Charlie Brown over the Brink.
Followed by the recitative.
Charlie Brown groans, his body brushing against Schroeders and filled with post orgasm sensitivity. Schroeder leans his head against Charlie Brown's shoulder, lays whispery kisses along Charlie Brown's skin. Charlie Brown is a symphony after sex, a mixture of deep voiced cellos and basses, the slow groan of his body.
"Schroeder." Charlie Brown pulls away, pulls back and his hands smash down on the keys of Schroeder's piano in a jangle of notes. "We… I can't do this again. Please Schroeder we have to stop. I can't stand it."
Schroeder sighs. "It's art, Charlie Brown, art." Schroeder kisses Charlie Brown again, for the finale.
