elastic_spam (elastic_spam) wrote in glamfic,
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yet another berlin era fic

        title: the massage
         author: Elastic_spam

         rating: Pg-13 (for mention of an erection
         characters: Bowie/ Iggy
           Summary: A massage turns into a  mutual declaration of true love.
a/n: yes, I'm aware this didn't happen
   

“Iggy?”

           

            The slender, pale man squinted to see his friend standing over him with a concerned expression.

“Yeah? What is it, David?”

“I was just really worried, looked like you had passed out or suddenly dropped dead.”

Iggy just smiled. “Hey, I’m immortal.” he then glanced around the living room. “How’d it go?”

“It was boring really,” David sighed, “Just a bunch of reporters asking me what I was working on, why I was in Berlin, the usual shit.”

“Sounds like I didn’t miss much.” he replied as he stretched his arms and glanced at the clock.

“Fuck, it’s four in the morning, don’t think I can go back to sleep.”

 “You want a massage?”

“What’s that?”

“You want me to rub your head or something?”

Iggy nodded and turned over on his stomach, David then began to slowly rub his shoulders.

“So, have you written any new songs?” he asked, his words slightly muffled by a pillow.

“The most recent one is called Sound and Vision, how about you?”

“Well, it’s funny you should ask, I did write one song.”

“What’s it called?”

“It’s_” he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “It’s inspired by you.”

“Oh, what’s it called?”

“Fall in Love With Me.”

 There was a long pause, he twitched slightly as David moved down towards his thighs.

It felt good, really good. He let out a slight moan as he felt his penis harden.

“D-David, I-I love you!”

Bowie froze and removed his hands.

“Yes, yes I know.”

Iggy turned his head with his eyes staring at the singer forlornly.

“Do you love me?”

David’s stomach slightly lurched. What a loaded question! Did he actually expect a passionate answer filled with undying love? He did like him, as a friend and yet, he’d probably go mad without him. He was quite comforted that he had a friend who shared his addiction and helped him take his mind off Angie. He then heaved a sigh and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I do.” he whispered, leaning down to kiss his cheek. He then sniffed the bony shoulder. “You smell good.”

            Iggy chuckled as he took off his pants. “I took a shower.”

“For me?”  David asked unbuttoning his shirt.

“For you,” he threw his pants to the floor and wrapped his arms around Bowie’s slender, delicate body, “now c’mon, let’s have some fun.”

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