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mystories2012 · 4 months ago

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A perfect day ends (Lellinger/ Geigenbichler Fan fiction from Pius vision)

I finally finished the story! I am sorry it took me soo long. I was ill until Wednesday soo I couldn't really write. I hope you still like it and I would be happy to receive feedback. I am also sorry if there should be bad grammatical issues in it. I wrote it today in the late hours soo :) Have fun :)

He couldn’t believe that he had stood on the podium right at the beginning of the new season 2024/25. It felt surreal. Yes, he thought he would be good, but not standing on the podium. And definitely not getting the first place. Saturday already felt special, and even more when he stood in the lobby and saw a comment from his former Teammate Severin Freund. He smiled when his phone started to buzz.

“Hey Sevi”.

Hey my guy. Congrats on your win today. How are you feeling? Second podium already, feeling over the clouds?” Severin laughed at the end and Pius couldn’t help laugh a little too.

“No of course not. But I feel so free and happy. Achieving this two really feels surreal and completely being in my head isn’t it yet. But I really love how supportive everyone is on the team. They all so cheerful today.”

“Yeah, what is going on with the team? They are all so smiley and happy. Everything good?"

Pius smiled. He had a guess where this question was going but he wanted Sevi to ask it so he simply answered: "Everything is fine."

You could hear Severin´s thoughts spinning before saying: "So did something change between you know who I am talking about."

Pius laughed a little, the third time during the call: "No, no not really. They are all still not together

"Okay. That's enough waiting. We gave them time. Now we do something to help them."

His friend sounded a little angry but Pius knowing him long enough to know that he wasn’t. Since Richard and Severin retired, Pius had taken on the father role. He loved doing it but he started to get annoyed at the younger jumpers.

“What do you have in mind? We can't just asked them.”

He could hear his old Teammate start to smiling: “You will think of something good. Just promise me you phone me after and tell me how it went.”

“Will do. Bye for now, I have to go and play couple maker.”

“Hahaha, do that. Good luck and hear from you soon.”

Pius ended the call with a small smile. He just couldn’t get it off today somehow. Just when he finally reached his hotel room he saw Stephan Leyhe his teammate coming out of his and Andreas Wellinger´s shared room. The brunette looked a little bit stressed.

“Hey Steph! Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, hey Pius. I am fine, but did you see Andi? We wanted to play cards. But he just vanished.”

Pius thought for a second: “Oh I did see him going downstairs. I think he wanted to grab some water.”

Stephan smiled, nodded his head and wanted to go, but Pius hold him back and said: “Can I actually talk to you for a second?”

Stephan looked a little confused at him but nodded: "Uhm sure. What is it?"

Pius let them to his room. Pius's hotel room was a small but cozy space, with a single bed tucked against the wall and a desk cluttered with training schedules. The window offered a breathtaking view of the snow-covered mountains, which shimmered under the moonlight. He was really lucky this season. With Markus being back he had his single room again. When they had entered, he advised Stephan to take a seat.

"Do you remember when we talked about the right timing to tell him, that you like him. I told you that I would tell you when I feel it and it is time tonight."

Pius was completely serious about the situation, but his teammate could just stare at him. He wondered what was going on in Stephan's head. Was he nervous, happy, confused or even frightened?

Before Pius could continue Stephan started to pace through his room.

Now looking totally stressed the brunette said: "Wha...What! But I feel not ready? What if he rejects me? What if he hates me after or what if...."

Pius had to laugh. That sounded like the typical Stephan. Creating scenarios in his head what could happen.

"He loves you, Stephan. I am very sure of it. It's in the air, in every glance he gives you. Trust that. And maybe that's why his jumps have been off lately. He needs to know how you feel too. Also, It would get off your chest too.”

Stephan's face showed a painful grimace: "I can’t tell my best friend, that I have a crush on him?"

Pius signed. Then he thought of something: "You know what: You will tell him to meet outside in 10 minutes. Ask him there. If he says no, you could run into the woods, which I would not let you do. Or as anything will turn out correct, you two can share a first kiss under the stars and snow. I will stand on the balcony and keep an eye on you if that helps."

“You would really do that?” Stephan had his eyes on Pius, watching him.

He just smiled and said: “Of course if it helps you?”

His teammate breathed in and out and then nodded.

“Okay. I will do it. I will tell him.”

Pius just wished him good luck and shushes him off.

Next, he would be talking to Markus. With Markus, he didn’t have a conversation about his love life, but he saw a lot of times how they both look at each other. Severin had told him a long time ago, that he has some kind of strange talent to recognize something like love at first sight and Pius could not only see but feel it in them. So, he also took Markus aside and talked to him.

"Markus can I talk to you for a second? I need to ask you something"

Markus nods but is in anguish: "What did I do? If I did something it wasn’t me. I didn’t jump around and pranked somebody. It was Hille. I promise. I told him not to do it. He wouldn’t listen"

"Don’t worry. That is something I am not worried about anymore. And the thing with Hille: Yeah I am going to have a little chat with him on pranking poor Karle"

Markus breathing out loudly: "Oh, thank god. But wait, how did you know it was Karl who got pranked?”

“I know everything that is going on.” Pius smiled.

“So, if it is not that, then why do you want to talk to me?”

Pius being completely serious saying: “I heard Karl talk to Stephan. He told him, that he likes you. I know you do too so isn’t it time to talk to him about your feelings?"

"What do you mean by “Like me?”.

"He likes, likes you. He has a crush on you. That's at least what I heard."

"Wait?"

Pius continues: "Stephan told him, to tell you. Karl agreed to that."

"Wait WHAT? I mean I do like him, but what if it don’t work out or...or... I am sooo confused now. I fought he only likes me as a friend or a teammate...What do I do?"

"I think you should tell him first."

Markus struggles: "But what if...?"

Pius smiles a bit and says: "I see how you to look at each other. I am pretty sure he likes you."

"Are you sure?"

Pius nodded.

"I trust you. If you saw something I will go and talk to him. Maybe it helps me. And I know we will never fall out of our friendship."

Pius just nodes and offers Markus the same help as Stephan. Markus vanishes to Karl's and his room. Pius smiles and walks out on the balcony. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he watched his friends prepare to confess their feelings. He remembered his own moments of uncertainty and hoped that everything would turn out well for them. He first saw Markus entering the balcony, going straight to Karl. He saw his Teammate breathing in and out before he greeted his best friend. Pius couldn’t hear a single thing but from the body language and Karl's lips forming into a smile, he could guess that it was going well. In one moment, they were talking and in the other they were standing cuddling on the balcony, watching the mountains in the distance. It started to snow a little bit. Under him, he spotted Stephan and Andi talking. He could see Stephan hesitated, could see nearly his heart pounding. See the thoughts circling probably asking himself What if Andi didn't feel the same way? But Pius could see that Stephan started to forget his thoughts as he looked into Andi's eyes, he saw the same nervous anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he decided to take the leap. Pius cannot hear every word being said from under him, where Stephan gets all the courage to tell Andi and then getting all mumbling until Andi coupes Stephan's cheek, smiles, and kisses him to silent his mouth and thoughts. The only thing Pius heard from their conversation was: "Took you long enough." The snow was falling hard now while they kissed. After that Pius saw that they parted, probably from being out of breath. They smiled brightly, Stephan had one hand on Andi's breast while the one was playing with lost strings of hair that were coming from under Andi's Red Bull beanie. Their heads were close to each other. Andi had his one hand around Stephan's waist and the other still on his cheek before he dived in for another kiss. Tilting his head a little to catch his best friends’ lips. Pius smiled bright looking to his left to see Markus and Karl standing close to each other. And while the winner of the day started to look into the distance, breathing out his breath visible in the cold air. He watched as Stephan and Andi's silhouettes grew closer; their words lost in the winter breeze. The moment felt both endless and fleeting, filled with the weight of unspoken emotions. He texted Severin that the tasked was done. He received a notification that Sevi had liked his message, followed shortly by another from Richard giving him a thumbs up. Pius chuckled softly, his gaze drifting off into the distance. This weekend had truly been the best.

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sketchyorsomething · 1 month ago

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Affection

(This is a fanfic cross-posted to Ao3, thank you @skijumpingf1 for beta-reading <3)

Summary:

He'll have to tell them. Definitely. Someday at least. But that day is coming closer and it might as well be today.

Their team meeting has just ended, and all of them are preparing to take the flight to Sochi tomorrow morning. Andreas took a breath.

„Could you, like, stay for a second?“, he asked, not daring to look up from his hands.

Or: Andreas thinks he should come out to his team before the Olympics. A joke meant to cheer him up becomes very ironic a week later.

Rating: mature/explicit

Tags: fluff, angst, coming out, eventual smut

Feburary 2014

„What do I need?“, Andreas wondered as he stood in front of his closet. „I'm there from the 6th through 23rd Feburary“, he calculated, „that's what? 18 days? How much luggage was I allowed again?“

He definitely needed his blanket, so he packed that right at the bottom of his bag. It looked about full already. Nice.

Andreas grapped blindly into his closet and pulled out three Shirts. That should be enough, he just needed to pack the olympic-branded shirts as well.

„Do I need anything else?“, he thought after zipping up his bag. Technically he should have everything sport related and more. Unless…

Shit.

He forgot School was a thing.

Does he have to take any exams right when he comes back? He should pack his notes. Religion, Geography and Biology. And his preliminary examination of graduation. And a test in Latin? English? Something like that. Well, seems like he'll have lots of fun in his free time.

He ran downstairs to gather all his school supplies.

„It's 2pm and here are the bavarian news! The Olympics: Nina Hagen supports the petition of the association of lesbians and gays of Germany; Aleppo: More than 50 victims died in a attack; and: Storms are creating chaos in the southern alps.“ The radio in their kitchen was turned on.

That was a weird running order of topics. But he has heard of the petition. Of course he had. Right when he sat in front of the TV with his parents. Who know that he is gay, since roughly a year now.

They were alarmed, because of course they are. Who wouldn't be when they know that their son is competing in a country which lets people like him pay fines for being who they are. Or puts them into prison. Or lets them disappear into nothingness. At least they do in Andreas‘ head. And saying that Andreas himself wasn't alarmed would be a lie. And an understatement.

Andreas was frightened. The first time he heard about that law, now with the Olympics coming up, he woke up in cold sweat at night.

But there was no way Andreas wasn't competing in the Olympics, he would never refuse that chance.

So he straightened up, no pun intended, and went back to his room to pack.

He'll have to tell them. Definitely. Someday at least. But that day is coming closer and it might as well be today.

Their team meeting has just ended, and all of them are preparing to take the flight to Sochi tomorrow morning. Andreas took a breath.

„Could you, like, stay for a second?“, he asked, not daring to look up from his hands.

„Sure", Severin said while sitting down once again. „Is there something bothering you?“

„Well, no" Andreas tried, „or- well, there is something that I spent a lot of time thinking about, and I think I have to tell you guys now"

„Oh no no no no, wait", Wanki interrupted him. „You don't have to tell us anything. Period. We'll listen if you want to tell us something but you aren't obligated to tell us anything.“ He paused, shooting Andreas a calculating look. „So, is it something you want to tell us on your own accord?“

„I appreciate the sentiment behind what you just said but I think that it's still something you should know right now, no matter how I feel about it", Andreas thought out loud.

„No, then I don't want to know it“, his best friend said and rose from his chair. „Tell me when you feel ready for it.“

Wanki already reached for the door knob when Andreas had finally worked up the courage to open his mouth again. „I'm gay"

His best friend turned around and leaned against the door. Andreas exhaled.

The room was quiet. Fuck.

„Now I see what you meant with ‚it'd be better if we knew about it'", Severin said, clearly uneasy in the silent room.

Andreas’s hands started trembling. He worried his teeth into his bottom lips. Fuck. This went so much worse than he had already expected.

„I mean we obviously support you, you know that right?“

What.

Andreas looked up to Richard in confusion.

„You know, we'll support you? That we still see you as our friend?“, Richard asked again, concerned look and all. „Andi? You are aware of that, right?“

Fuck. He didn't want to cry.

But no, he wasn't aware of that. He shook his head.

„Hey, bud, it's alright", the chair next to him creaked as Wanki sat down next to him, embracing him in a hug.

Andreas started crying. He can never suppress his sobs when he's near people he feels safe with. Wanki wiped away some of his tears, but his actions were futile.

Andreas didn't even know why he was crying so much. Whether it was relief to have finally told them, or his fear of being discovered in the future, or their unconditional support. Probably a mix of all three.

„You need a tissue?“, Wanki offered. Andreas could only nod weakly. His best friend mumbled reassuring words and kissed him lightly on the forehead, as Andreas tried to dry his tears.

His coming out didn’t seem to have changed anything in their friendship. Andreas smiled.

He's always been a very affectionate, some might say clingy, person and has always relied on touches and physical proximity to calm down. Wanki obviously knows that, and still doesn't seem to have a problem with being close to him. Andreas leaned into the embrace a little more.

„What if someone finds out?“, Andreas finally asked. He needed to hear that nothing will happen, that nothing even can happen.

„Why would they know?“, Wanki asked him back. „I'd say unless you're planning to get a close-up of the mattress of the first French biathlete who comes hopping through the village, the chance of somebody finding out is pretty low.“

Andreas grimaced. „Why a French biathlete? And why is he ‚hopping‘ through the Olympic Village?“ he paused. „And for the record: no, I do not plan on ‚getting close-ups of mattresses‘ other than my own".

„Well, because, you know, he'll be bi", Wanki joked. He crackled at his own joke. He really can't be serious for even just once. Andreas shook his head in amusement.

„Why French, then?“, Andreas asked because really, who is he to be the voice of reason in this conversation.

„I don't know, aren’t French guys normally hot?“, Wanki thought for a moment. „Welle, what's your type?“

Now that's seems like absolutely the right time to pulm out of the embrace.

Andreas looked horrified at his best friend. „As if I'd tell you!“

Wanki just winked at him and lifted his eyebrows as seductively as possible, all at the same time.

„God, you're horrible", Andreas groaned.

„Olympic champion“ Wanki mused, though it was already a week after they came back from Sochi. „I like the ring of it, don’t you as well?“

Andreas just nodded, he wasn't in the condition to concentrate on anything else than the sensation he felt right now. It felt weird at first. Not painful, definitely not, just different. But before Andreas could make up his mind about the sensation, he felt a kiss being pressed onto the way too sensitive spot right below his ear. And another one along his jawline. He turned his head the meet Wanki halfway.

The kissing felt good, sure he didn't really have all that much experience but he learned quickly enough. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, to be even closer to his best friend. But then Wanki hit a spot with his finger, somewhere inside his body, and Andreas threw back his head in ecstasy.

„Oh“, he breathed. He felt Wanki's smile against his throat as he blew a kiss on it. He used his free hand to trace light patterns on his skin, nipping at his jaw at the same time.

Wanki pulled out his fingers halfway, just to push them back inside Andreas. He did it again. And again. And again.

Andreas didn't know what to do with himself. He wants to feel more. But it's all too much.

His thighs hurt from being tense for so long. His breath came shallow, he couldn't relax his stomach for long enough to really breathe.

He felt hot, so so hot. He couldn't tell the difference between his own sweat and the cooling saliva of the hundred’s of kissed he's received.

It was all too much.

But it was good, oh, so good.

„Andi“, his friend said, clearly out of breath himself. „Look at me"

Andreas tried, tried so hard to focus, to keep his head from falling down again onto the pillow. He was nearly cross-eyed when he finally faced Wanki.

He surged in for a kiss.

He couldn't focus enough to make it feel pleasant, but he needed to be closer to his friend.

Wanki ended the kiss soon after. Andreas grunted in disappointment.

„Shhh, you'll get your way soon", his friend whispered as he trailed down Andreas' body.

Once he arrived where it really mattered, once his friend's mouth closed over Andreas' tip, he was gone for.

He groaned, he whimpered, he moaned, let his mouth run without control.

If it was too much before already, this now was everything. He panted. „Oh god". Because what else should he do, can he do, than pray.

And Wanki's fingers hit that spot again. And he sucked on his dick, swirling his tongue around Andreas' tip after every breath he took.

Oh god, really.

Andreas forced himself to look down to his best friend. He wanted to warn him in advance but every warning would have come too late anyways.

„Oh god“, he groaned as Wanki swallowed his cum.

„You know, normally people moan each other’s names, not start praying", his friend joked.

Andreas payed no mind to it. He was a little lightheaded, and every sound was like it came from far, far away.

Considering this was his first time with anyone really, he could definitely feel worse.

„You haven't had your turn yet", he noticed.

„Don't worry about that“ Wanki waved his offer off. „How about you take a shower right now, and I’ll take care of my little problem in the meantime"

Andreas wouldn't say that the problem is that little.

Still, he nodded.

„Can you stand up? Or are you in pain somewhere?“, Wanki asked in concern.

Andreas shook his head, hoping that counted as a sufficient answer. His friend helped him stand up. His legs felt wobbly, but not painful. He's absolutely heard worse about people's first time.

„Remember what you told me the other day? The evening before we flew to Sochi?“, Andreas asked, his thought process already speeding up again. He only now noticed the irony behind it all.

„What?“, his best friend asked. To be fair, Andreas himself probably couldn't remember if he was still hard and horny himself.

„That no one would know I was gay if I didn't fuck around at the Olympics?“, he tried again.

„Well, I didn't phrase it like that", Wanki replied. „Technically you didn't see another mattress from up close, other than your own.“ He grinned.

Andreas just shook his head. He turned around – immediately missing the calming touch of his best friends hand in the small of his back – and reached up to cup his cheek. „Thank you", Andreas said after planting a sweet kiss on the other's lips. „I think I can reach the shower by myself though", he smirked. „Have fun with your problem".

Andreas closed the bathroom door before his friend could even respond. He only heard him chuckle in disbelief and curse his name. „You damn boy, Andi.“

Andreas smiled as warm water trickled down his body.

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