Author: TheTilly
Character(s):Till Lindemann, Schneider
Couple(s) if any: Till/Schneider
Genre: Slash/Humor
Rating: PG-13, borderline R
Summary: Why Till eats the type of sandwich he hates the most... One-Shot
Why Till Eats Peanut butter and Jelly Sandwiches
I stare at the mess of peanut butter and jelly between two slices of bread with detest. The mess is leaking out from between the bread and dripping onto the plate like puss from a wound. A mixture of chunky peanut butter, the kind I abhor most, and the nasty bit of jelly from an unstirred jar, is torturing me.
In case you haven't noticed, I hate peanut butter and jelly. It's a nasty thing that tastes worse then almost anything else I have ever eaten. Its bitter aftertaste, how the peanut butter gets stuck in everything, and how the mess spills onto everything on its trip to your mouth.
I rarely ever eat this type of food, but the lack of shopping for things left me with this to eat. Since Schneider loves this stuff, it was the only thing left in the fridge because he's smart enough to go shopping.
I sigh, grab the mess with both hands, and slowly raise it to my mouth. I take the first, horrible bite and just as expected, I loathe the taste. I chew with grim lips and screwed expression, which I'm sure, would make anyone laugh if they saw it.
I quickly move my hand under the mess and barely avoid getting it onto my chest. I was sitting on my sofa in a pair of old pants I wore to sleep and wishing that I went to the store yesterday instead of staying home.
The sandwich is the only thing I have to eat? well other then the left over meat loaf and I'm not sure if it's edible anymore. Despite the fact that I could have chosen it, I didn't. I don't know why I didn't.
I flick my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to get the peanut butter out from there. It persists as it takes a good curl of my finger to get it off. I really hate that. I wipe my now, peanut butter covered finger off on my napkin.
I finish the sandwich just as Schneider comes in. He is carrying grocery bags. Hallelujah!
'Why are you eating peanut butter and jelly? I thought you hated it," he says, placing the bags down on the counter.
I wipe my fingers off on my napkin. "I do."
He eyes me, a smile playing on his lips. "If you hate it, then why did you eat it?"
I shrugged, watching as he put the groceries away before he walked over to stand in front of me. His hands where on his curved, slender hips which were clothed in a very nice pair of black pants. I circled one of my fingers into the belt loop and pulled him down. He landed, straddling my hips with that playful smile still adoring his face.
"I can put up with the taste," I said, smirking.
"Why do you put up with the taste if you clearly don't like it?" he questions, spotting a clump of peanut butter in my chest hair. With that playful smile, he bent down and licked up my mess on my chest.
I growled in appreciation, curling his silky hair in my fingers. His tongue gracefully took away the bit of mess I had made, but stayed until he has a taste of one of my nipples. He nipped at it slightly, making me arch against him as he grinded his hips, almost innocently against my protuberance in my pants. He looked up at me, with a very suggesting smile.
I couldn't help but grin back at him. "That's why."
