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Bless You

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 20:53:55 GMT

Summary: A fluffy Christmassy fic.

Tom hummed lazily as he poured out two mugs of hot chocolate. His mood was at a high; it was snowing, it was almost Christmas and he was able to spend the next few days snuggled up with his little brother devoid of interruptions. He finished with the plop of a few marshmallows and grabbed the drinks, careful not to slosh any over the sides.

Next door, he heard his twin sneeze. Tom smiled at the sweetness of the sound and his voice called through into the room, “Bless you!”

“Thanks,” he heard Bill mumble and followed his own voice into the living room where he found Bill curled up on the sofa, blankets bunched up to his chin and his nose slightly pink from the cold he was hosting.

Tom chuckled at his baby brother, “Warm enough?” he asked as he dropped onto the couch next to Bill.

Bill shook his head with a sniff and a rather nasal, “No.”

Tom laughed softly, handing a mug to Bill who took it with a grateful smile, “Careful, it’s hot.”

Bill ignored this piece of advice and raised it to his lips, taking the tiniest of sips, “ouch!” Bill recoiled, frowning and placing the cocoa on a table next to the sofa, eyeing it accusingly and flicking his tongue out to tend to the damage.

Tom sighed, “I did warn you.”

“But I’m cold,” Bill countered, looking up at Tom, causing Tom’s heart to melt. Bill was gazing at him doe-eyed and innocent, his hair curling slightly at the edges, his tiny frame shaking slightly with the chill.

“You’re wearing about twenty layers,” Tom noted, placing his own hot chocolate next to the sofa on the floor carefully.

“I’m still cold,” Bill muttered, curling further up and wrapping the blankets tighter around himself.

Tom chuckled, “Can I come under?” he asked.

Bill’s brow furrowed slightly as he scrutinised his older brother, “hmm.”

Tom smirked, “I can help warm you up,” he suggested, quirking an eyebrow.

Bill perked at that offer, wriggling to free himself of the multitude of fabric cocooning his body snugly and tenting the quilts with an arm to allow Tom so slip under with him. Tom scooted closer to Bill, tucking his twin under an arm and wrapping them both up safely.

“Tomi,” Bill breathed, nuzzling into Tom’s neck and winding his own arm around Tom’s belly, rubbing softly over the hoodie that was hiding his toned skin.

Tom pulled Bill closer and trying to chase away the shivers that were trembling through his twin’s body and stroking his arm delicately, “Warming up yet?”

Bill shook his head and pressed a tiny kiss against Tom’s neck, “Nuh-uh.”

They remained in comfortable silence for several minutes, just listening to the inane sounds of the TV in front of them but not really watching it. Presently though, Bill sneezed again, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes tiredly.

Tom petted his sides affectionately, maintaining a straight face at his brothers cuteness, “Bless you.”

Bill grimaced, scooting away from Tom and perching on the edge of the sofa, “Ugh.”

“You’ll get better,” Tom stated quietly, attempting to pull Bill close again, determined to warm him up to his brother’s satisfaction.

“I’m all coldy,” Bill grumbled, shaking his head a little, now shivering more violently.

Tom’s heart fluttered, he couldn’t stand seeing his twin so... pathetic. Bill was adorable despite a runny nose and continuous sneezing and Tom didn’t think he’d ever wanted to nurse his brother more than now. Bill’s vulnerability was overwhelmingly endearing.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss the back of Bill’s neck. But Bill ducked away.

“I’m all gross.” He wriggled, trying to wrap the blankets around himself again but avoid Tom’s embrace.

Tom laughed at that, “I don’t think that’s something humanely possible.”

Bill shook his head again, swatting an irritating piece of hair away from his eyes, “You’ll catch my cold if you stay to close.”

Tom ignored his twin and leant forward, finally attaching his lips to Bill’s neck while wrapping his arms around Bill’s waist.

Bill squirmed but then settled into the hold and lay back down against Tom with a ‘humph’.

Tom laughed, nosing into Bill’s black tendrils and breathing hotly over him. Then he brought the blankets back around them both safely.

Bill remained in almost stony silence then decided he liked having his brother tend to his needs considerably more than the thought of trying to warm himself up on his own and he snuggled under Tom’s arm, his eyes slipping shut.

Tom looked down at Bill, his ebony hair fluffed up charmingly and his lashes fanning softly over his cheeks that were pinked from the heat of the room. Tom wondered how Bill could honestly claim he was cold while they had the heating turned on practically full. But, he reasoned, Bill was ill and when Bill was ill, Tom did anything and everything he could to help his twin recover including sweating it out.

“Tomi?” Tom’s train of thought was interrupted with the tiny call of his name.

He looked down to see Bill peering up at him, “Yes, Billa?” he replied, bringing his hand up to tuck a wandering lock of hair behind Bill’s ear.

Bill’s nose wrinkled in thanks before he said, “we haven’t decorated the Christmas tree yet.”

Tom glanced over to the corner of their living room where an empty and somewhat dejected looking Christmas tree was standing, “No, we haven’t,” he agreed, returning to meet Bill’s wide eyes.

“So,” Bill continued, “I thought we could do it today.”

Tom moaned, “Bill, you’re ill. Can’t we wait until you’re better?”

Bill shook his head, his nose wrinkling in distaste at the suggestion, “It’s the 22nd already, I might not be better for Christmas and then we won’t even have a tree!” he argued.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Bill...”

And then Bill sneezed, a sweet, tiny sneeze that sent Tom’s heart aching and his belly flipping. He cursed inwardly at the fact that Bill held such sovereign power over him, half the time without realising it. Bill scowled and snivelled miserably.

“Fine,” Tom huffed and Bill’s scowl was instantly upturned into the radiant smile he saved only for Tom.

He squealed, clapping his hands and kissing Tom’s cheek excitedly, “It’s gonna look so pretty!”

Tom rolled his eyes at how his brother had just lost at least ten years in mental age, mumbling in agreement and heaving himself up from the couch. He held out a hand for Bill but Bill shook his head, an impish grin spreading across his face, “I thought you could go get the decorations.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, “And you’ll...?”

Bill wiggled his ass against the sofa, snuggling beneath the quilts, “I’ll warm up.”

Tom rolled his eyes again, turning around and muttering good-natured obscenities to Bill all the way down the corridor to a spare room at the back of their apartment which they left mostly uninhabited bar the few guests who seldom visited.

When Tom returned, he dumped the box of tinsel and ball-balls on the floor beside the Christmas tree. Turning to face Bill on the sofa, he looked at him questioningly.

Bill smirked, sinking lower on the sofa and curling up against the cushions. He remained silent, merely nodded towards the box then looked at Tom.

Tom scoffed, “Are you kidding me?”

Bill continued to smirk, shaking his head and watching Tom expectantly. Bill wanted Tom to decorate the tree on his own.

Tom stood there, glaring at his twin. Then he perked, wondering if he could gain anything from the solo Christmas tree decorating he was about to be submitted to, “What exactly do I get out of this?” he asked slowly.

“A pretty Christmas tree,” Bill said happily.

Tom scowled and Bill giggled, “And a happy brother.”

Tom moaned, Bill was being sweet and when Bill was sweet it usually meant everything would go his way because Tom simply could not deny his twin.

When Tom still didn’t make a move towards decorating the tree Bill said, “I’m ill,” with a pout and doe-eyes.

“Okay okay, I’m doing it.” He stooped, grabbing the tinsel from the box and making to drape it festively over the branches.

“Wait!” Bill said sharply.

Tom turned to Bill, “What?”

“You need to put the lights on first,” Bill stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Tom huffed, dropping the gold and red tinsel back in the box and crouching over it again, picking out a smaller box of lights.

After these were strung over the greenery, he faced Bill again who had spent the entire time directing Tom’s every move and cackling at Tom’s grumblings and curses.

“Now you can put the tinsel on,” Bill offered.

Tom returned to the tree, “Well thank you very much,” he said dryly.

“Hey! You can’t be rude to me, I’m a dying kind.”

Tom chuckled, “I would say you’re going to make a full recovery,” he said, reaching for the tinsel once more.

Bill whined, “Tooomi! I need tender loving care at all times.”

“Nah, I think you’re fine. Maybe I’ll go now.” Tom dropped the tinsel he’d picked up and began to move towards the kitchen.

“But what am I going to do?” Bill wailed, a magnificent pout playing on his plush lips.

Tom smirked, “Decorate the Christmas Tree?”

Bill whined his name again but Tom ignored him with a grin, “I might go to Georg’s.”

He heard a rustling of covers and heard the patter of bare feet across the floor. Then a moist set of lips attacked the back of his neck shortly followed by cold hands creeping around his waist and under the hem of this over-sized hoodie and t-shirt to press themselves deviously against his hot skin.

Tom yelped, “Jeez Bill, you’re hands are fucking freezing!”

He felt Bill smirk against his neck and his nails bit into Tom’s skin eliciting another yelp from the older twin.

Then Bill sneezed again, recoiling from around Tom and doubling over as he sneezed violently for the second time, “Uuuuh Tom.”

“Bless you.” Bill had gone from annoying little brother to Tom’s innocent and poorly baby in a split second and Tom wrapped his arms around Bill, pulling him into a tight hug, Bill’s hands caught up between their bodies.

“Maybe you should go to bed.”

Bill nodded, and sniffed into Tom’s hoodie, “I hate being ill.”

“I know baby, and I hate you being ill.”

Bill sniffed again and buried into the opening of Tom’s hoodie, snuggling into it’s warmth.

“Come on,” Tom released Bill, but kept an arm around his waist, and guided him towards their bedroom.

Soon Bill was once more enveloped in duvets and blankets with Tom. Tom was sweltering under the layers and layers of quilts and was grateful that Bill demanded him in only boxers claiming that it was body heat he needed. Of course Tom wasn’t one to deny his twin something so pleasing for the both of them.

Bill was curled around Tom, leg’s intertwined as were fingers. Bill always loved Tom holding him as he was now and Tom was always more than happy to give that to his twin, he loved Bill more than anything.

Bill shifted beneath the blankets and sighed in contentment, “Thanks Tomi.”

“No problem, how are you feeling?” he asked, kissing the top of Bill’s head gently.

“Better.”

“Good.” he kissed Bill again, brushing a thumb over his hip.

“Tomi?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to finish decorating the tree?”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Maybe tomorrow.”

Bill sighed again, sleep was clearly invading Bill’s already tired mind.

Just as they were drifting off together, Bill sneezed.

Tom smiled into Bill’s hair and whispered quietly, “Bless you,” followed by an even quieter, “I love you.”

Merry belated Christmas! It was in fact posted on time on THF but not on here. Happy New Year however!

Fucks Like a Star

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 20:48:44 GMT

One of my more recent smut fics. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Tom Trumper: International hip-hop star.
Bill Kaulitz: Nobody? Not with what he can do...

Part 1:

Bill squirmed through the crowds that were throbbing outside the hotel, finally reaching the front of the mass that lined the hotel entrance outside. He clutched his jacket around his little body, wincing as the cold bit into the abundantly exposed skin.

“Fuck,” he swore, shivering. He was wearing minimal clothing, scantily clad in only a mini dress that barely covered his bum, only held up with the padding he’d stuffed into his chest, and a thin, black jacket that was the only item preventing him from losing all feeling in his body.

Despite the cold his body was humming with excited anticipation, he reached up to impatiently brush a few strands of hair that had escaped into his eyes. Cameras were flashing everywhere and bodies pressed in towards the hotel doors, waiting eagerly for the star to emerge. Bill almost swooned at the thought of Tom Trumper. He was about to see his idol, his crush, his only love.

Bill’d been a fan of Tom’s music since the beginning, he was a devote fan and follower, he owned all CDs and DVDs Tom had produced and adored every single one of them. But his Tom Trumper merchandise collection stopped there, he did not believe it was necessary to sport t-shirts with “Tom Trumper is sexy” scrawled across the chest, he was a believer in the music, not the commercial crap. Although he was a strong believer in Tom’s body, that was something else entirely, what Bill wouldn’t do to be sprawled underneath him, at his mercy and begging to take everything he could offer. He could also envisage Tom being at his mercy, now that really was the wildest of all fantasies.

Bill shook his head a tiny bit, disallowing his fantasies to get too carried away, he was a respectable boy and although he was desperate to meet Tom and harboured the odd fickle fairytale romance in his mind, he was here to be a fan, not some hapless whore.

Bill shifted, his heels beginning to ache his ankles, he stooped as best he could, the bodies pressing in preventing him from tipping over, and adjusted the strap that was slung around the back of a dainty heel. He sometimes wished he would be able to see Tom minus the particularly feminine attire, however he feared Tom would never notice him if he were a boy; the female gender somewhat dominated the majority of his fans and any male fans were shunted to one somewhat neglected side.

Suddenly, a commotion crescendoed near the doors that opened from the hotel lobby, fanatic screams rippled through the crowd, replacing the buzz of talking that had been around only moments before. Bill’s heart leapt and his stomach flipped excitedly. He was really going to see Tom, this time it would be different, he wouldn’t be at the concerts, nor watching from a TV screen, this time he would be so close he would be able to really see him.

“Tom! Tom!” Girls were shrieking now, desperately jostling to reach him first, to snap a photo of him or get him to scrawl his signature across a piece of paper, or body part. Or better still, trying to catch his eye, it was a common knowledge that Tom was a ladies man, if only Bill were a lady, he thought with a pang before he was jerked forward as fan mentality kicked in all around him.

Bill waited, patiently for Tom to round the corner of girls to the area Bill was in. His heart was hammering and he couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his features.

Then, Tom stepped round a cluster of girls and Bill could see him, not only could be see him, he could touch him if he’d wanted to. Bill could hardly breathe, he was inches away from simply reaching out and caressing Tom’s jaw line or brushing a hand down his beautifully toned arm.

“Tom! Tom!”

"Sign this photo!"

“Sign my arm!”

“Sign my boob?”

Tom chuckled and flashed his trade mark lop-sided smile that sent fresh waves of screaming and moaning through the crowd. Bill was close, so close, he was going to give Tom a smile a wave and ask his politely to sign his...

“Oomph!” Bill was battered viciously over the head and thrown forward and out of the crowd in the process, he doubled over as he stumbled forward, struggling to remain balanced in the ridiculous heels he had dressed himself with. He was wheezing softly and placed a hand over his chest, pressing in, feeling dazed and disorientated.

“Fuck,” he moaned, what the hell had just happened?

He frowned, swaying, then clutched his head, “Ouch, fuck,” he swore again.

He tilted sideways, still fighting for full conscious state of mind when a hand gripped his upper arm, steadying him and preventing him from tipping anywhere nearer to the ground.

Bill blinked, massaging fingers into the back of his neck, “Oooh.”

The arm tightened it’s grip, not painfully, just reasserting support in a comforting manor.

What the hell was Bill doing? Furrowing his brow, he looked up, squinting at the gaudily flashing lights and barely acknowledging the shouts and screams around him.

Then Bill remembered, he remembered why he was there, what he was doing there, “Tom!” Bill moaned, closing his eyes briefly and the hand encasing his upper arm, squeezed, as if in reassurance

“Fuck,” Bill cursed, trying to whip himself round, trying to seek Tom, “I wanted to get him to sign...”

Bill felt like crying, he’d waited so long to meet his idol, he’d even been patient, he’d spent time brooding over the best place to finally meet him and now he’d lost his chance. Tears stung behind his lids and he swayed again, feeling worn and tired now and wanting nothing more than to curl up and wallow in self pity. Bill had always taken a moderately dramatic spin attitude towards life.

“I wanted him to...” Bill trailed off, hanging his head as he made to sink to the ground, but once again his attempts were stopped.

“You wanted him to?” A voice carried to Bill’s ears, a beautiful, deep, wonderfully sexy voice. Bill would recognise that anywhere, he whipped his head round, eyes widening at the realisation.

Tom was smiling at him, his lips ring glinting in the warm afternoon sun that had filtered through from the hotel’s canopy overhead. Without thinking, Bill reached a hand out and touched the silver with a finger, barely ghosting his skin over the metal.

Tom chuckled and Bill was hit with a little more sense, “Fuck,” he whispered, he’d just touched Tom Trumper’s lip ring, no, he’d fucking caressed it.

His cheeks burned as Tom wrapped an arm around his waist, tugging him into a more upright stance and dragging him away, what the fuck is wrong with me? Bill thought, logic swarming back in a rather untimely rush.

“Tom!” More voices were screaming, ones that hadn’t received their autograph or wink or whatever it was each fan girls desired.

Bill felt a pang, he’d presented himself in a terribly impromptu way to Tom and now he was whisking Tom away from his devoted fans girls.

“What are we...?” Bill’s brow dipped, he wasn’t quite up to forming entire sentences yet.

“We need to get you out of here,” Tom replied, leading Bill towards a large black van with tinted windows.

“Yeah...” Bill murmured, still not entirely sure what he was doing with his idol’s arm wrapped around him as he tottered along with him and his entourage of bodyguards.

A moment later Bill was helped clamber into the back of a van, sliding himself as neatly as he could along the row of plush seats. Tom scooted in after him, leaning into him and inspecting his head, gently parting Bill’s locks to see how bad the damage indeed was.

Bill was becoming tense, all sorts of warning sirens had exploded into his head the moment he stepped into he van; he was alone, he was with a stranger – of sorts – and he was not completely with it.

“I think I should...” Bill frowned, taking a deep breath to steady his rising panic.

“Shh,” Tom hushed, calling over the someone behind him, “I think it’s only a bruise.”

Bill continued to frown, “A bruise?”

“Yeah,” Tom nodded, “You got hit pretty hard out there.”

“I did?” Bill questioned, surprised, tuning his head to look at Tom more closely. His own brow was furrowed in deliberation as he carefully rearranged Bill’s hair, seeking out any harm, his tongue poking out to tap at the lip ring in concentration. Bill’s heart fluttered, he was sat in the back seat of Tom Trumper’s car in closer vicinity than he’d ever believed possible, “Um, what happened?”

Tom raised his head to peer at Bill, smiling softly at him, before returning to his careful inspection of Bill’s head, “Some jackass paparazzi wacked you over the head with his camera.”

Bill blushed, looking down and toying with the hem of his little dress, “Oh.”

Fuck, he thought, he looked like such a dumbass, some bimbo of a fan that wound up half unconscious because a paparazzi hadn’t been careful enough.

Tom laughed softly, removing himself at last from Bill’s hair, gently replacing it, carding through the find strands gently, “It happens to the best of us.”

Bill’s cheeks were creeping a deeper shade of red, “Not when they’re about to meet their idol.” He mumbled to his lap.

Tom smirked, placing two fingers underneath Bill’s chin and lifting so they were eye level, “Your idol huh?”

Bill’s eyes met Tom’s and he nearly quaked under the intense gaze Tom was subjecting him to, “Yeah,” he croaked.

Tom brushed a hand up Bill’s thigh delicately, dragging with it the clingy fabric of Bill’s dress. His lips lifted in a smile as he said, “Well maybe it’s a good thing after all.”

“It is?” Bill squeaked.

Tom nodded once, “I’m pretty certain it is.”

“Oh.” Bill’s eyes were huge now and he was nearly panting under Tom’s gaze.

“It is,” Tom confirmed seriously, “Because if that didn’t happen, then neither would this.”

Bill gasped as Tom moved close and pressed their lips together, at the same time running his calloused hand up Bill’s bare thigh, squeezing slightly and stroking a thumb across the skin.

The kiss was slow, made for seduction and Tom’s lips felt warm against Bill’s own as he tentatively brought his own hands to wrap around the star’s neck, pulling him closer which elicited the softest of groans from Tom’s perfect lips.

Tom deepened the kiss and nudged at Bill’s plush lower lip with his tongue, begging to let him in. Bill, of course, complied, not giving a second thought as to what exactly he was doing. He just submitted to Tom’s touches and moans of encouragement and desperately clung to his neck, afraid it would end but also afraid of what would happen if it went further.

Tom’s tongue probed, swirling with Bill’s own as they made-out in the back seat of the van, everywhere Tom touched, Bill burned, his skin scorching delectably.

After seemed like several long minutes, Tom pulled back, brushing a thumb over Bill’s lower lip, parting them slightly, and with the other hand, hooking beneath Bill’s knee, lifting the leg onto his own. Bill was very quickly turning to goo under Tom’s touch and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out before he’d have to excuse himself.

Tom smiled at Bill who returned it, rather nervously. After all, he had just been making out with his ultimate celebrity crush.

“What’s your name?” Tom asked in a husky voice and hooded lids.

“Bi-Bianca.” Bill offered, almost forgetting he was supposed to maintain his feminine façade.

“Bianca,” Tom repeated, leaning close again to kiss Bill quickly on the lips, “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Even the briefest of touches caused Bill to melt and he had to force himself to focus on Tom, “Thanks,” he muttered, ducking his head to hide his tinted cheeks.

“How are you feeling,” Tom asked, pulling Bill’s leg further over his own so Bill was nearly sitting in his lap with legs spread rather enticingly, however polar opposite his intentions.

“Fine,” he said, not able to draw his gaze away from Tom’s, “Thank you.”

Tom grinned, “it’s nothing. Though I have to say, nothing quite like it has ever happened to me.”

Bill groaned, eyes wide and face falling, “I thought you said it happens to...” he trailed off, remembering that Tom hadn’t mentioned anything about it being a frequent occurrence.

“I said it happens to the best of us,” Tom chuckled, “and I meant it,” he added in a whisper.

Bill raised his head sharply at that. Tom had fixed him with an intense stare, his eyes dark with lust and Bill shivered, “Oh.”

“Let me make it up to you,” Tom suggested with a wink.

Bill squeaked, “Um, you already did, thanks!”

To shook his head, “Bianca, I think I should take better care of my fans. You could be seriously injured.”

Bill’s eyes were huge and he gasped as Tom’s hands crept down to gentle cup his ass cheeks, tugging him closer to Tom’s lap as he did so.

“Um, alright.” What the fuck Bill? Bill thought desperately but not desperately enough, his desire for Tom was ruling over any common sense that might have driven him to a slightly less problematic idea. He knew exactly what Tom had in mind and he was going to regret it when Tom found out he had a well endorsed package rather than boobs and a pussy.

Tom’s smile widened, “Great,” he gave Bill’s ass a light squeeze before turning back to call out the car, “Could you take us to the hotel now?”

“Aren’t you staying in here,” Bill gestured to the enormous hotel before them that Tom had just left minutes previously as the driver climbed in, revving the engine before setting off.

“Nah, secret location,” Tom said with a shrug, then he smirked, “For when I want some private time.”

Bill’s eyes widened again, what on earth was he getting himself into? But any further qualms he might have had were hushed as Tom leant forward and captured his lips in a hot kiss, slipping his tongue in easily. This time it was Bill who was moaning, his breath shortening with lust as Tom battled with his tongue and kept touching him in all the right places.

Soon, they pulled into another car park, slotting easily into a space as Tom removed himself from Bill’s neck. They’d spent the last hour sharing kisses and chatter and Bill was surprised at how easily he was able to hold a decent conversation with the star. Tom had of course left time for intervals which involved much tongue work; Bill was being unravelled in the best sort of way.

“Shit,” he said as he tried to cover up his growing problem with his jacket.

“What?” Tom asked, nudging Bill’s nose with his own before, reaching to open to door, pulling Bill with him.

They emerged into the freezing cold. Night had dropped onto Germany during the ride, although it hadn’t taken more than an hour, night time during the autumn had the unfortunate habit of sneaking up quickly and quietly before claiming the day.

Tom tugged on Bill’s hand, thanking the driver before hurrying into the lobby, Bill in close tow. As soon as they had grabbed the key from reception, Tom had hauled Bill into the nearest lift and hadn’t hesitated to press him against the wall.

Now Bill was keening, pouring out a river of mutterings of lust and desire and need. Tom pushed him further back against the wall of the lift, running fingers through hair and over skin.

“Tom,” Bill moaned, hooking a leg up around Tom, drawing him even closer.

The doors dinged open and they scrambled out, hands everywhere, touching, squeezing, grabbing anywhere they could find.

Bill stumbled a bit, giggling as Tom caught him, wrapping strong arms around his slender waist, “Careful.”

Bill only giggled more, “I think you’re right, I do need more taking care of.” He threw Tom his most seductive smile before flipping his hair over a shoulder and tugging on Tom.

Tom gulped, not entirely aware how he’d ended up with such a beauty for the evening. Bianca was truly a magnificent creature and he couldn’t recall ever lusting after someone so powerfully before. He was sure she’d be wild in bed, something different, something new and exciting. He’d been getting tired of the usual ‘fuck a girl after a gig and hope she’s gone by the next morning’ scenario. He was ready for a whole new level and he was certain Bianca would be able to offer that to him.

Bill danced ahead of Tom, laughing as Tom kept snatching at his ass and rubbing hands up and down his sides appreciatively, “Which one is it?”

Tom nodded towards a door to the right of Bill, “That one.”

Bill smiled, leaning in to kiss Tom, he felt so overly affectionate towards the star he was forgetting his rather significant problem...

“Ta-da!” Tom said jovially, throwing open the door to his hotel room. It was enormous, a vast bed filled the centre and Bill was sure it was bigger than his own kitchen.

But Tom proved to have other intentions and Bill’s visual scour of the room was cut instantly short as Tom spun him round, throwing him against the door, slamming it shut with both their weights. Bill moaned gutturally, throwing his head back against the dark wood and lifting his hips up towards Tom’s.

Tom pressed his groin into Bill’s hard but only eliciting one moan; Bill’s.

Tom had stilled, staring at Bill who opened his eyes, looking inquisitively at Tom, he had a feeling he knew where this was headed however...

“What the...?” Tom mumbled, glancing first down at Bill’s crotch and then up to his face, realisation dawning.

“You’re a guy,” he gasped. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

Bill didn’t make a sound, only stared at Tom, waiting for him to hit him or throw him out the room in disgust.

“Fuck.”

Part 2:

“But you’re so...”

Bill didn’t want to hear it, all his life he’d been chastised for how he dressed, the make-up, the hair and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take such humiliating rejection from Tom Trumper.

He hung his head in shame and squirmed against Tom, pushing him away and turning immediately to open the door blocking his escape route. Tom moved away and Bill cringed at the way he stumbled a bit in his haste.

As he fumbled with the door handle, he mentally slapped himself, he’d been so stupid, what was he even thinking? Not much, he reminded himself. He’d been so caught up in the heat of the moment he’d managed to ignore the considerably prominent problem below.

He had been thinking far too much with his dick and not enough with his head.

“Fuck,” he swore as the handle failed to cooperate, tears were welling in his eyes and he blinked, fighting to prevent them from spilling down his cheeks.

Tom watched, unmoving and struggling to comprehend what had just happened. He wanted to reach forward and help Bill out the door, end his suffering. But did he? Did he really want to let go of this black haired beauty. He’d never felt such a thrill from being with someone, no girl had ever given him such a desire to have them. Something was nagging in the back of his mind, he was not gay. But something bigger was tugging on his mind, warning him he was about to let go of something he’d been so eager to begin.

At last Bill managed to swing open the door, falling out into the hallway, he wasted no time in apologising to Tom, nor explain himself. He was certain no amount of grovelling could ever persuade Tom he wasn’t some fucked up stalker.

He gathered his jacket around himself, hugging it to himself before running towards the end of the corridor where he was sure the elevator was. He reached the end, panting and searching wildly for a pair of golden double doors that would indicate the lift.

When he couldn’t find it he cursed again, tears finally leaking from his eyes. He let out a sob and wiped at his tears furiously, trying to control his spiralling emotions.

He turned and spotted a sign with a little stick man running down some stairs to the right of a bland looking door. Hurrying over to it he shoved against it, crying openly now, cheeks burning with humiliation, he didn’t even register the calling of his name as the door swung shut behind him with a bang.

What a mess he was, he couldn’t wait to rid himself of the dress and heels and make-up.

“Bianca, wait!”

Bill sobbed louder, that fucking name seemed to have caught on.

“Hey!”

Bill swiped at his tears again as he flew down the stairs, desperate to leave the premises.

“Bianca!”

There it was again. Suddenly Bill flushed even deeper crimson as he realised Tom was the only one he’d shared that particular alias with. He moaned, wanting to leave faster.

“Bianca, stop!”

Bill only hurried faster down the stairs, skidding a little in his heels. He was stopped however when strong arms grabbed his waist, jerking him back and causing his legs to collapse beneath him.

He yelped in confusion and batted at Tom to try get him to relinquish, tears streaming freely, his breath catching raggedly in his throat as his confused mind tried to figure out why Tom would drag out his suffering like this.

“Bi-Bianca...” Tom panted, fighting to hold onto Bill, pulling him into his legs again.

“Stop, just for a second,” he pleaded.

Bill halted, Tom wanted him to stay? He hung limply in Tom’s arms, sagging dejectedly.

“What-what’s your name?” Tom was still breathing heavily and Bill could feel his breath tickling his neck.

Bill remained silent, pursed lips, reluctant to give away too much detail, “Um..”

“Your real name?” Tom pressed.

Bill sighed shakily, “Bill,” he admitted.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful boy,” Tom whispered against Bill’s skin, soft lips barely ghosting the skin.

Bill gasped and shivered, twisting in Tom’s hold so they were pressed chest to chest. Tom’s arms were still wrapped around his waist, and he stared at him wide eyed in stunned disbelief. Had he heard correctly?

Tom smiled lopsidedly, “It was just a shock.” He said with a shrug.

“Wh-what?” Bill was sure this wasn’t happening, it was probably the most surreal moment in his entire life.

Tom smile widened at Bill’s flustering. He was still fighting inner turmoil but it was fading rather rapidly and Tom was enjoying the warm, excited feeling that was replacing it. He had said he’d been ready for a change, maybe this was fates interpretation of change. Bianca, or rather, Bill, had entered his life in such a whirlwind and he’d loved every moment of it. He decided that Bills gender was a defect he would overlook, willingly. Bill was beautiful, as Bianca or Bill and made Tom’s heart beat crazily and his belly flip-flop pleasantly. The other aspect Bill was having an impressive effect on was of course his dick. Yes, Tom concluded, he very much wanted Bill despite the confusion he had initially felt. It was a big shift but Bill, Bill was perfect.

“I have to have you,” Tom almost groaned the words as he leant in to capture Bill’s lips.

But Bill leant backwards, “Wait, what? I thought you’d be disgusted...”

Tom whined, leaning back a little too, “You didn’t give me much of a chance to get my head around things.”

“But... Tom?”

“Hmm?” Tom had fixed his gaze on Bill’s lips, following their movement intently.

“I’m a... boy.” Bill frowned.

“Duh,” Tom said.

“I have a dick,” Bill knew he was testing Tom but he was feeling utterly bewildered.

“I’ve got no boobs,” he continued, “or a pussy.”

Tom groaned, rolling his eyes and staring at Bill, “Are you turning me down?”

Bill shook his head, doe eyed, his hair whipping into his face slightly, “No, I just... I just don’t understand why you’d want me.”

“Have you seen yourself?” Tom growled, moving in to latch his lips onto Bill’s neck instead.

“Well, I...” Bill flustered, slowly melting into Tom’s touches. The star’s hands were creeping down, just resting on the curve of his ass delicately.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous and I decided I want you.” Tom said plainly by way of explanation.

Bill understood, Tom was just horny, it was just a quick fuck to relieve himself and then he would send Bill on his way. Even if Bill longed after something a little less animalistic, who was he to deny a horny celebrity?

“Well,” he gasped as Tom groped his ass cheeks, “That was a quick turnaround.”

“Hmmph.” Tom mumbled into Bill’s neck, attaching his lips and sucking gently. Bill couldn’t help but moan as he felt the flicker of Tom’s tongue slip out to taste the hot skin.

“Tom, are you sure?” Bill had to ask, needed confirmation.

Tom pulled back and gazed into Bill’s eyes, Bill almost shook under the intensity and lust, “Fuck yes!”

Bill’s eyes widened, and his mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he uttered the according word.

Tom suddenly looked very sheepish and ducked his head, hiding beneath the bill of his cap, peering up at Bill, “That is, if you’ll let me.”

Bill swooned at his chivalry, “Of course,” he giggled, feeling like the girl he’d pretended to be. For someone who only wanted sex, Tom was being awfully courteous. But Bill was well aware of his ways and he was sure this was Tom’s method of getting a girl naked, or a boy under these particular circumstances.

“Then let me show you to my bed then,” Tom offered, deftly scooping Bill up in his arms.

Bill squealed, winding his arms around Tom’s neck and laughing into his dreads breathily.

Tom carried him all the way up the several flights of stairs they’d ran down and along the corridor. When he reached the hotel room he placed Bill on his feet again with a huff, but did not remove his hands from around Bill, instead he drew him closer, pressing their bodies flush and stroking up and down Bill’s sides.

Bill purred like a cat and kissed Tom’s chin gently, “Sure you’re up for me after that?” he rasped, biting on the soft skin of Tom.

Tom gaped, “Hell yes.”

Bill pulled away, smiling coyly, his lids heavy and his eyes black with desire.

Tom smirked, suddenly swooping in to claim Bill’s lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled back with a grin, “I think we need to remove some clothes though, get rid of all the extra weight.”

Bill giggled, “That sounds like a plan.”

Tom managed to unclick the lock, swiping the card down and pushing back against the door, dragging Bill with him. Lips still attached and hands everywhere, they fell back into the room once more, Bill kicking the door shut behind them.

Tom wasted no time in pulling Bill to the bed, spinning him round and throwing him back against the sheets. Bill gasped but smirked as Tom ripped off his shirt before climbing on top of Bill, not hesitating to press his lips to Bill’s, sucking on the lower lip, gently nudging inside with his tongue.

Bill moaned and writhed beneath Tom. He was so desperate to thrust up to Tom’s groin but he wasn’t sure how much Tom would appreciate that just yet. He was shocked by Tom’s speedy recovery, not even he’d been able to accustom himself so readily when he’d discovered his own sexual preference.

Tom removed his lips from Bill’s own and began pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along Bill’s chin, cheek, neck, throat. He’d trailed his lips across Bill in a wet path, marking his territory with sucks and nibbles. Bill had his fingers wound into the dreads that were spouting from the back of Tom’s caps and let out breathy gasps every time the star’s lips made contact with his skin.

“Ngh,” Bill whined, “caps off.”

Tom sucked on Bill’s neck one last time and raised himself onto his hands, caging his body over Bill’s smaller one, a dirty smirk playing on his lips.

Bill pouted, wriggling beneath Tom’s body, anxious to touch, to move, “Take them off,” he reiterated.

Tom only smirked back, “I like to fuck with them on,” he said lowly.

Bill’s eyes widened and then he pouted again, “Not with me you don’t.”

Tom lowered himself, licking at Bill’s lips, “With anyone I do.”

Bill huffed, “I’m not anyone.”

Tom was becoming preoccupied with Bill’s lips, licking and kissing him gently, “True,” he admitted, “I’d say you’re pretty fucking special.”

Bill squirmed under Tom’s body, smiling and melting at Tom’s words, he was beginning to become more and more attached to the star, he’d never truly believed he’d be sprawled underneath him, at his mercy and begging to take everything he could offer, they were only twisted fantasies that only came alive in his head.

But now it was all real, Tom really was above him, treating so a slow and satisfying seduction and Bill was trying very hard to remain in check of his fanatic side, he was, after all, in bed with Tom Trumper. Part of him wanted to scream it out to the world, or at least gush a little over Tom.

But for now he had other commitments, he moaned as Tom’s hands roamed up his sides, stroking him deliciously. “If I’m so special then take them off.”

He felt Tom smile into the skin of his cheek, “Say please.”

Bill rolled his eyes, panting lightly, “Fuck... ugh.” He mumbled.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it,” Tom asked, playing a mockery of innocence.

Bill whined, reaching his hands up to bat the peak of a cap, “Take the fucking caps off,” he almost growled, “please.”

He was getting too aroused for his own good and was beginning to sweat with the heat and the pressure to not thrust up into Tom’s own arousal, which he knew was down there, only inches away from his.

“Hmm, better,” Tom grunted and then he whipped them off his head, chucking them over a shoulder to land near a waste paper basket beside the bed.

Bill giggled in triumph, “You look better like this,” he cooed, finally able to run his hands through the dreads, tangling them around each digit and tugging Tom down over him.

“Ohmygod.” Bill yelped as Tom collapsed completely, pressing their bodies together. Their clothed cocks collided causing Bill the shudder and arch his back, panting in short breaths, unable to give a second thought to Tom’s approval of the intimate contact.

Tom buried his face into Bill’s neck and moved his hands up to clutch at Bill’s glossy tendrils, his own fingers winding into the fine strands, pulling at it and moaning longingly.

“Oh god. So good,” Bill gritted. He was beginning to wonder how long he’d last when Tom really began fucking him.

“Fuck,” Tom agreed and he began moving above Bill, pushing his body into Bill’s, creating enough friction that left them both gasping and panting after only a few seconds.

Kisses and touches were exchanged, each boy becoming more and more wrapped up in the euphoric moment.

“Clothes off,” Tom mumbled into Bill’s lips.

This request came as something of an awakening to Bill; he’d almost forgotten the only item that had been shed was Tom’s shirt. Bill however, was still in full female attire, although his dress had risen up to an almost scandalous length, barely covering his crotch which was throbbing with arousal, desperate to be touched.

Tom moved down Bill’s body, petting up his sides and down to his thighs, brushing his hands over the burning skin. When he reached the hem of Bill’s dress he raised his head and an eyebrow up at Bill who nodded once, wide-eyed, heavily breathing.

Tom hooked two thumbs under the dress and with tantalisingly slow progress, dragged it up Bill’s burning body. Bill dropped his head to the pillow, mewling and reaching down to massage Tom’s scalp through his dreads hungrily.

“Holy shit.”

Bill’s head snapped up, “What?” he asked, panicked, thinking Tom had realised the enormity of what they were about to do.

However his worries were quickly deemed unnecessary and his cheeks blushed scarlet, “Oh.”

Tom was admiring his choice of underwear and the rather prominent bulge straining against the lace.

“Lace,” Tom said simply, his voice shaking slightly. Bill was clad in a tiny pair of virtually transparent French knickers.

Slowly, he lifted his face to Bill’s, smirking and causing Bill’s cheeks to colour even further. Bill looked away, squirming a little and mumbling, “I thought I may as well go fill whammy.”

Tom chuckled and suddenly swooped down, pressing his lips to Bill’s covered erection. Bill yelped, bucking his hips up, throwing his arms either side of him, his chest heaving.

“Oh god. Oh shit.”

Tom had only smiled at the reaction Bill had issued and continued pulling up the dress, finally losing it as it joined Tom’s caps on the floor.

Bill emerged, shaking his mussed up hair and wrinkling his nose.

“How the hell did I end up with you tonight?”

Bill looked at Tom incredulously despite his rapidly growing arousal, “Are you really asking that?”

Tom ducked his head bashfully and Bill felt his heart swell, Tom was being so sweet. He really didn’t want to have to leave at the end of this.

“I can’t just get anyone, you know,” he muttered, dropping lower onto Bill again.

Bill snorted, “You’re Tom Trumper, in case you need reminding.”

Tom laughed softly, puffing warm, sweet breath onto Bill’s lips, “Doesn’t mean someone as incredible as you drops into my life on a daily basis.”

Bill rolled his eyes but his heart continued to swell with adoration, “You’re being sweet,” he said.

Tom touched his lips to Bill’s, just whispering a kiss, “You’re sweeter.”

“Oh,” Bill gasped as Tom thrust into him, wrapping his arms around Tom’s neck, grabbing at the dreads.

Soon the remainder of Tom’s clothes were shucked and now all that each boy was dressed in was a pair of boxers, or in Bill’s case a pair of scant French knickers.

“You know,” Tom said, peppering kisses over Bill’s throat, “I think you’re still wearing too many clothes.”

Bill flushed, “Then you’d better take them off,” he suggested.

Tom complied and moved back down to Bill’s groin, he cast Bill a brief glance before yanking the knickers down in one swift movement causing Bill to whimper as the itchy fabric chafed his sensitive cock. But the next moment an intense feeling of pleasure shot through his body.

He almost screamed, shoving his hips up and deeper into Tom’s mouth as he sucked it deep, lapping his tongue over the skin.

“Shit, shit shit. Fuck.” Bill chanted, writhing on the bed, fisting handfuls of the sheets desperately.

He hadn’t been expecting Tom to do that. He only really had expectations of a quick fuck but it seemed Tom had other intentions as he released Bill’s member from his mouth, swirling his tongue over the head, eagerly lapping up the pre-come that had leaked out.

“Tom... Tom... you didn’t have to...” Bill panted, being sucked off was one thing. Being sucked of unexpectedly was another thing. But being sucked of unexpectedly by Tom Trumper was something else entirely. He knew he wouldn’t last if anything else happened.

“Oh my god, fuck me Tom.”

Bill watched through hooded lids as Tom gulped, then slipped out of his own boxers lithely.

Bill openly stared at Tom appreciatively. He was above him and about to fuck him and it was almost too much for Bill to be presented with Tom’s hard cock. Tom was very easily perfect in every way. Everything about Tom’s body flowed smoothly, his skin had a soft, tanned glow and his dreads spilt over his shoulder, tickling Bill when they touched him. Tom was absolutely everything plus significantly more, that Bill had dreamed of.

Bill smirked and grappled at Tom’s shoulder, hinting for him to accompany him again. Tom complied and aligned their bodies, fitting into each other’s curves and limbs flawlessly.

Tongues met before lips did and movements were fervent and heated, cocks mashing together with thrusts, pushes and touches.

“Oh god, in me, in me,” Bill whimpered, wrapping his legs around Tom’s waist, bucking his hips up.

“’Kay,” Tom said into Bill’s lips.

But Bill didn’t feel Tom make any movement indicating he was about to pull away, he only pressed himself harder onto Bill’s squirming body, sweat and heat shared in a musty mixture. One of Tom’s hands was wound up in Bill’s hair, stroking a thumb over his cheek in an affectionate gesture, while the other was snaking down Bill’s body, tickling and scratching him teasingly.

This time Bill really did scream with an accompanied, “Fuck!”

Tom had, without Bill’s realising it, danced his hands all the way down to Bill’s entrance and pushed in two fingers.

“Fuck,” he repeated, “Warn a guy!”

“Sorry,” Tom smirked, licking a stripe up the neck Bill had just presented him with, “Couldn’t help myself.”

Bill arched his back into Tom’s body, almost throwing the star off, chanting a sweet mantra of Tom’s name.

Bill spread his legs, letting them fall either side of him and opening up a little more for Tom’s two fingers, that were promptly joined by a third.

It was too much for Bill, he was slick with sweat, as was Tom, and he felt as if he would come all too soon.

“Ngh,” Bill gritted out, his eyes screwed shut, “You have to stop.”

Tom chuckled, “Why? This is so hot.”

“Because,” Bill gasped, “If you don’t then I’m going to come.”

“And that’s a problem because...?” Tom teased.

“Because you’ve got to fuck me.”

Tom groaned, “Well when you put it like that...” he slipped his deeply buried digits out of Bill’s body with a small, wet pop.

Tom exhaled heavily, watching between them as he removed his fingers from Bill’s groin, bringing them up to stare at them with curiosity.

Bill giggled, “You can put something else down there now,” he whispered enticingly.

Tom gulped and shivered above Bill, attaching their lips passionately and tangling with Bill’s tongue.

A hand slid down Bill’s body, reaching behind his knee and lifting it up shamelessly.

Bill moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around Tom and sucking on his bottom lip. His whole body was flooded with desire and he was so far gone he knew he wouldn’t last.

Tom pulled away then, gazing down at Bill who was spread wantonly beneath him, his hair splayed over the pillow prettily creating soft swirls of black.

“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now.” Tom said gently, warming the moment comfortably.

Bill lowered his gaze in embarrassment, his already flushed cheeks pinking.

“Have you got lube?” he whispered shyly.

“Um...” Tom shifted on the bed, leaning over it and delving into a bag thrown casually by the side, a few seconds later he emerged, kneeling up and holding his hand up in triumph. It was a small bottle of lotion.

Bill snatched it from his hand immediately, unscrewing the lid and laving up his hands. He leant forward and wrapped a hand around Tom’s length, massaging the liquid onto the angry, red skin.

“Jesus,” Tom gritted out, his head thrown back.

Then Tom swatted Bill’s hand away, sinking from his knees over Bill’s little frame.

Wordlessly, Tom positioned himself between Bill’s legs, pushing them open a little wider by pressing on his thighs carefully.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

Bill nodded in accord, throwing his arms above him to clutch at the pillow. He was more than ready, his only misgiving was coming too quickly and disappointing Tom.

His fingers wrapped around the cotton pillow and he held his breath.

Tom nudged his cock against Bill’s hole, teasing it only slightly, rubbing it up and down the hot skin.

“Tom,” Bill begged, “Do it.”

Tom smirked and held his cock at Bill’s opening, at last pushing in and breaching the very inside.

Bill gasped, his chest heaving as he felt the initial burn flare which he knew would dissipate shortly.

Tom looked up at Bill sharply, “Are you ok.”

Bill smiled at the note of concern woven into Tom’s voice, “I’m fine, keep going,” he reassured.

Tom waited for a moment longer then, once he seemed convinced, he pushed deeper into Bill, eliciting a moan from each boy.

Bill bucked up into Tom, screwing himself down as best he could from his position.

“Oh my god,” he panted.

“Yeah,” Tom said in response.

Tom pushed into Bill so he was up to the hilt, buried in the tight, hot passage. Bill was swearing and sweating and squirming. He could feel Tom in him, so nearly pressing against that special spot.

Tom reached a hand up to stroke a few stray hairs that were sticking the side of Bill’s cheek. Bill opened his eyes and was met by Tom’s cocoa ones, smiling and warm and dark with lust.

“Move,” Bill commanded with a gasp.

Tom moved, placing himself above Bill on his forearms, lapping his tongue out taste Bill’s skin, salty with sweat.

Then, Tom hit Bill’s spot dead on. Bill screamed and arched his back impossibly, crying out into Tom’s lips.

“Oh, oh, oh,” He chanted, wrapping his limbs around Tom, tangling their legs together.

Tom began moving faster, humping into Bill harder and hitting Bill’s prostate so perfectly dead on Bill was a sobbing, writhing wreck.

Suddenly, Bill needed more, he needed it harder, he needed to feel Tom’s dick right in him, stabbing at his spot.

He wriggled, releasing Tom from his legs and pushing the star so he tumbled off him.

Tom yelped in surprise, am extremely befuddled look of confusion crossing his handsome features. Bill only smirked, pushing Tom to his side so he was on his back, replacing Bill’s position.

Then, with one swift movement, he sat on Tom’s lap, seating himself right on Tom’s throbbing dick.

Tom yelled into the room, throwing his head back in ecstasy, “Fuck Bill!”

Bill smiled and gasped as he felt Tom’s dick hit his spot delectably.

He screwed up his face with pleasure and fanned his hands out over Tom’s chest, rocking above him.

“Holy shit, Biiill.” Tom moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

It was a question meant for no answer but Bill supplied one all the same, “Showing you how it’s done.”

Tom barely rasped out a laugh as Bill bent low over him, still fully seated on his cock and licked at his erect nipples, swirling his tongue over it and nipping it between his teeth.

Tom bucked into him, thoroughly enjoying Bill’s sensual torture, “So fucking... perfect.”

Bill smiled against the hard skin and rubbed his hands up Tom’s chest to his shoulder, clinging on and riding up and down, his hair swaying into his eyes as he bobbed over the star.

“Bill, Bill! I’m so close!” Tom grunted, placing his hands on Bill’s hips, squeezing and brushing a thumb over the star tattoo.

He groaned long and loud and then yelped as Tom pushed up, throwing Bill over so Tom was once again dominating.

Bill was lost, his head shaking from side to side against the pillow, his entire boy thrashing wildly under Tom’s.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” Bill moaned, “I’m gonna... Tom! I’m gonna...”

With a howl, he came, spurting his load across their torsos, coating them with the thick mixture.

Tom went rigid and with a shout he came too, shooting his seed into Bill’s tight body, thrusting in one last time before his entire body gave out and he collapsed onto Bill’s, crushing it in the most enthralling way.

Bill was panting heavily beneath Tom, “That was so.. so... the best.”

“Amazing,” Tom groaned weakly, his face jammed into Bill’s neck.

“I can’t believe I fucked a star.” Bill mused euphorically.

“You’re the fucking star,” Tom panted, raising himself again and blinking dazedly.

Bill blushed prettily and hummed in contentment. He knew he should be out of there soon but he couldn’t quite bring himself to leave just yet, he was still basking in his orgasm.

Several minutes passed, Tom rolled off him and Bill knew it was time to leave.

He sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Tom asked, propping himself up on an elbow.

“Um. Leaving.” Bill replied, stooping to grab the dress from the floor.

“What? Why?” Tom questioned, his eyes flashing.

“Because.. well, because it’s what you want,” Bill said slowly.

Tom stared at him, “are you kidding me?”

Bill blushed, looking down at a spot beside Tom’s shoulder, “Well it’s what happens, isn’t it?”

“Um...”

Bill looked away from Tom again, suddenly feeling extremely awkward and shifted again on the sheets, trying to seek his knickers.

“There is no way I am letting you go.” Tom said lowly.

Bill felt warm hands wrap around his waist, tugging gently, “You’re not?”

Tom pulled him down to the bed again, spooning up behind his naked body, “Not after that performance,” he confirmed.

“You want me to leave in the morning?” Bill asked in a small voice.

Tom chuckled into Bill’s neck and kissed the skin tenderly, “No way.”

Bill couldn’t help the smile that spread and he pushed back into Tom’s embrace, loving the feeling of Tom nuzzling between his shoulder blades, dropping tiny kisses.

“What about tomorrow evening?” He inquired meekly.

“No, Bill.”

Bill turned his head, smiling at Tom, who returned the smile likewise. The star leant forward and pressed his lips very softly to Bill’s. Bill melted and Tom tightened his grip around Bill, almost possessively, Bill thought.

“When would you like me to leave then?”

Tom groaned, “Bill!” he scolded, “Never.”

“Really?” Bill squealed, the part of him that remained a fan to Tom revealed.

Tom laughed into Bill’s skin, “Never,” he repeated.

“Wow.”

“Mhmm.”

They lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, Tom raining the odd kiss down upon Bill’s exposed skin.

“Your fans are going to have a fit.”

“They’ll live,” Tom chuckled.

There was a pause.

“Sign my bum?” Bill asked coyly.

“Anytime,” Tom replied, giving it a pinch.

Bill was beginning to feel sleep roll in now, his lids growing heavy as he relaxed against Tom.

“How’s your head?” Tom asked after a while, brushing his fingers through the silky strands.

“Fine thanks.”

“How’s your ass?”

Bill giggled, “Fine thanks.”

Tom ran his hands up and down Bill’s sides, stopping to pet his ass playfully. “Good, we wouldn’t want that damaged, we’re doing that again,” he stated.

Bill laughed, “We’ll see. I need to recover.”

Tom pinched his ass cheek again, “No promises.”

Bill giggled. Who was he to deny a horny celebrity?

Territorial Hostility

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 20:44:41 GMT

Some more smut. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Tom isn’t too happy about the attention Bill is attracting and makes it clear that Bill is his territory.

Tom scooped the drinks up from the bar and began to survey the crowds for Bill. He spotted him in a suspiciously secluded corner of the dance club. With another man. Tom growled, he didn’t appreciate the attention his little brother received from admirers, it was always too desperate, too fake and Bill was too precious not to be treated with respect and real love, real lust.

He began to move towards the two men, taking care not to slosh any of the beverages out the glasses and onto the dance floor. As he approached, Bill threw back his head, laughing at some petty comment the man had no doubt just made. Despite Tom’s irritation he was still able to admire how beautiful his twin was, he was in complete stage attire, hair teased into half a lion mane and thick kohl rimming each eye delectably. When he reached Bill he nudged Bill’s drink between the rather too close pair, forcing them apart intrusively.

Bill looked at Tom, his head cocked to one side, “But I already have a drink.”

Tom glanced down at Bill’s hand and indeed he was already clutching a liquid filled glass, “Where did you get this?” Tom inquired sharply.

“Jason bought it for me,” Bill giggled, swaying slightly.

Tom frowned, “Jason?” he repeated, placing the drinks down on a ledge behind his brother.

Bill nodded enthusiastically, spilling some of the drink, “Whoops!”

“Bill...” Tom began.

“It’s ok, it’s nothing too strong.” Tom turned to Jason from whom the remark had been produced.

Jason was chuckling, a dangerous sparkle glistening in his too blue eyes.

Tom opted for ignoring his twin’s chosen attachment for the night, “Bill, I think you’ve had enough.”

He cupped Bill’s elbow gently and began tugging him away, but Jason intervened, “Let him have his fun.”

“I bet you would like that,” Tom snarled, placing a protective hand on the small of Bill’s back.

Bill leant into his touch, mumbling “Tomi, Tomi, Tomi.”

“He wasn’t this drunk when I left him,” Tom said, struggling to maintain his composure.

Jason flicked his tongue out to lick his lips crudely, “You should keep a better watch on your goods then,” he said in a low voice, leaning in to Tom and Bill.

Bill seems completely oblivious to Jason’s sudden predatory tone and smiled into his leering face, “How about another drink?” he asked in an innocent slur.

Jason laughed snidely, “I think you’ve got your brother for that.”

Bill looked affronted and pouted at him. Jason took advantage of Bill’s protruding lips and bridged the already too close gap between them, licking a wet stripe up Bill’s plush pair.

Bill yelped, stumbling back into Tom.

“See you around, darling,” Jason said, turning and disappearing into the heavy crowd.

Tom was shaking, clutching Bill to his chest possessively. If it hadn’t been for his necessary position in keeping Bill on his feet, Tom would have chased after the man, given him a piece of his mind, and his fist. But Bill was struggling to hold himself in an upright stance, and Tom knew it would have catastrophic consequences if he was to go gallivanting after strange men looking for a fight.

“Tomi,” Bill sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands, “I’m so sleepy.”

Tom grunted accordingly, wrapping an arm around his baby brother’s slender waist and guiding him towards the club exit. Bill rested his head on Tom’s shoulder, nestling his cheek into the warmth it provided.

“Take me home, Tomi...” Bill whispered.

Tom wound his arm tighter around Bill, “I will.”

“... and fuck me.” Tom spluttered at Bill’s soft remark. It had been so quiet, almost colloquial. It was almost as if Bill was stating he liked the colour orange.

“Bill!” Tom hissed, “shut up.”

Bill giggled, curling an arm around one of Tom’s, “Make me.”

Bill’s words were going straight to Tom’s cock and a fast spread of warmth was rapidly pooling there. He groaned, “I’m not going to make you. Now shut up before I really do make you.”

“Is that a challenge?” Bill asked coyly.

Tom moaned quietly, “If you don’t be quiet, the whole world’s gonna wonder why Bill Kaulitz ended up on the floor underneath his own twin.”

Bill chuckled, “I bet they’d love that.”

Tom remained silent as he fought his way through the club’s dense populace.

“I bet you’d love that,” Bill whispered huskily.

Tom wasn’t going to last much longer carrying his little brother through the crowd, his cock was hardening with each word that spilled from Bill’s seemingly innocent lips, “Fuck you,” he opted for.

“Okay,” Bill said quickly, rubbing himself ever so slightly up Tom’s leg.

“Bill!” Tom heaved Bill through a particularly resilient group of dancers and spotted Saki. He signalled to the enormous man to come to them.

“I’ll do whatever you want when we get back,” Bill said brightly. Then added in a purr, “As long as you fuck me.”

Saki reached them then before Tom could reply to Bill’s proposal, immediately shepherding them towards the club doors and out into the night.

They clambered into the back seat of the car a few minutes later and Bill instantly attached himself to Tom’s arm. He snuggled into Tom’s shoulder, harmlessly. Tom welcomed the warmth and affection his twin offered but became a little alarmed when Bill tilted his head up to press tiny kisses along Tom’s jaw line.

“Bill,” Tom scolded, “Stop it!”

He cast a wary glance at the two men in the front of the car. They couldn’t see but if one of them were to check the mirror then they would be greeted with the scandalous view of Bill’s lips attacking Tom’s jaw.

Thankfully, Bill prevailed, instead settling back against Tom’s shoulder.

They arrived twenty minutes later, Saki helped Tom extract Bill from his arm and out the vehicle, then into the lobby of the hotel where Tom told him thanks but he could take it from here.

By the time they’d reached their hotel room, Bill was hanging off Tom’s arm, his lips sucking on Tom’s neck despite Tom’s insistent objections. Although admittedly, Tom was becoming rather desperate to get into Bill’s pants; his cock was straining painfully against the fabric of his boxers, chafing the sensitive skin.

Tom finally got the key-card through and as soon as they’d fallen into the room, Tom turned round, pushing Bill into the door, slamming it forcibly closed.

Bill gasped at Tom’s power but was silenced as Tom pressed forwards, mashing their lips together. There was nothing chaste about the contact, no slow seduction method and soon Tom’s probing tongue opened Bill’s lips, shoving his tongue in.

Bill began sliding down the door, nothing keeping him on his feet but Tom grabbed Bill’s wrists, forcing them above his head against the door, and thrust his thigh up into his brother groin, eliciting a guttural groan. Bill began slipping further down the door but was prevented from moving more than a few inches as Tom pushed harder into his crotch, rubbing up and down deliciously.

“Toooom,” Bill moaned into Tom’s lips and Tom smirked.

“You didn’t stop fucking teasing me,” Tom slammed Bill back against the door again, pressing their chests flush together. Bill moaned again, trying to rock forward to create some more friction between his swollen dick and Tom’s thigh.

Tom growled, disallowing Bill to move, “You can only do so much before you get what’s coming to you.”

Bill was thrashing against the door now, battling with Tom’s tongue for dominance and still trying to move against his thigh fiercely.

Abruptly, Tom ceased his attack and pulled back panting. He didn’t stop though, he grabbed Bill’s hand, spun him round and began walking him backwards to the bed, with a hand on Bill’s hips, pressing his thumbs in to the bone.

Bill was stumbling over his feet in his drunken and now horny state, mumbling Tom’s name repeatedly, clinging onto Tom’s oversized shirt and draping himself over Tom. Tom loved being the main cause of such delusion, his little brother was already so far gone and almost entirely because of him.

Almost, he thought with a flare of anger of Jason, buying Bill drinks, preparing Bill for delights Tom felt sick thinking about.

He stopped, his hands on Bill’s hips. Bill looked puzzled, remaining silent for a second then deciding he wanted Tom, leant forward to connect their lips. He made a small noise of dissent however when Tom pulled away, “Tomi,” Bill pouted, trying to regain his brothers attention.

“Would you have let him fuck you?” Tom asked suddenly.

Bill frowned, obviously trying to recall the ‘him’ Tom’d mentioned. When he realised who Tom was referring to he shook his head, “No.”

Tom’s frown didn’t retract, “But you let him buy you drinks.”

Bill giggled, “It was free drinks Tomi,” Bill said as if it was blindingly obvious.

“He was getting you drunk Bill!” Tom cried, “You were letting him get you drunk so he could take you home and... and...” Tom couldn’t say it.

“Fuck me?” Bill offered.

“Christ Bill,” Tom said, rubbing the back of his head with a hand.

Bill whined as Tom’s hand broke contact with his skin, “Tomi, you know I wouldn’t have let him do anything. Besides, I knew you would be watching me.”

Tom reddened at that, he had indeed been watching Bill, he always was. Bill was far too beautiful to waste time not looking at and with all the attention chasing after Bill, he needed to protect his baby brother.

“You’re the only one who gets to put their hands here,” and Bill grabbed Tom’s hand in his own, dragging them down to his ass.

Tom moaned, massaging the pert flesh Bill was offering up to him.

“And you’re the only one I do this to,” Bill reached down to press his palm into Tom’s clothes erection.

Tom gasped, his knees nearly buckling and threw his head forward to meet Bill’s forehead. He looked up again after Bill withdrew his hand to see his twin smirking at him.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me naked.” Bill climbed backwards onto the bed, tugging his t-shirt off over his head. He shook his hair free when he emerged from the collar and began working on his trousers, dragging the zip down excruciatingly slow, swaying his hips seductively.

Tom could only gape up at his little brother who was proceeding in giving Tom a very sexy strip show.

“Bill,” he managed to croak, stepping forwards about to climb onto the bed with his twin.

But Bill waggled his finger in disapproval. He shook his head, tutting with pouted lips, “You can look but not touch.”

Tom groaned, but didn’t push his luck, “You’re killing me.”

Bill only giggled, licking his lips and flashing Tom his silver stud. The zipper was now down and he shimmied out his trousers, kicking them off the bed to land in a heap on the floor. Now all he was dressed in was a tiny pair of soft, black boxers.

He twirled on the bed, showing himself off to Tom from every angle.

“I think you’ve had enough now.” He said, without warning, stopping to stand with a popped out hip and crossed arms.

“Biiill!” Tom whined, reaching up to try pull his brother towards him.

But Bill was having none of that and retreated on the bed, dancing out of Tom’s reach with a giggle and a hair flip.

“You’ve got to wait your turn,” he said demurely, then he turned away from Tom and yanked his boxers down to his ankles. Tom was presented with the perfect view of Bill’s ass, bent over and completely revealing even the tiny, puckered hole.

Bill peeked through the hair that had flopped into his vision, smiling saucily at Tom. Tom gulped, he could see Bill’s everything and he so desperately wanted to be in Bill’s everything. Bill giggled again then snapped up, hopping out his boxers and losing them to the pile of clothes that had accumulated next to the bed.

Tom groaned again, “Bill,” he croaked.

Bill pouted, and slipped in two digits into his mouth, laving them up with spit, he ran his tongue over them, sucking shamelessly. Then he fell back into the cushions below, landing spread-eagled in the plush pillows.

“Now can I?” Tom pleaded, a whine woven into his voice.

Bill shook his head and reached down between his legs, brushing his balls gently before slipping two slicked up fingers into himself.

They both moaned in unison, Tom was painfully hard and Bill’s wanton display was slowly turning him into jelly. Bill thrust his fingers in hard, curling them roughly. He must have hit his prostate because he let out a wail of pleasure, throwing back his head against the pillows, his chest heaving.

“And no one gets to see this.” Bill managed to pant out.

That was too much for Tom, he ripped off his own clothes, which took all of two seconds and clambered onto the bed, settling between his little brothers legs.

Bill gasped as Tom yanked his fingers out from his hole but sighed in ecstasy when they were quickly replaced by Tom’s own. Tom smiled at the sight of his own fingers disappearing into Bill’s body. Bill was clenching deliciously and Tom was aching to get inside him.

“I’m... I’m ready,” Bill panted. Tom smirked, jarring his fingers sharply, provoking Bill’s body to arch gracefully into the touch. Bill was performing spectacularly, thrashing and moaning on the bed beneath Tom in a hot, sweaty mess. Tom was back in control. They often played in the bedroom, Tom sometimes allowed Bill to believe he was the dominant twin, but in the end Tom always regained full supremacy, Bill might have Tom but Tom had Bill in every sense of the word.

“You want it now?” Tom asked airily.

Bill nodded his head profusely, eye wide, begging Tom to fuck him.

“I haven’t finished playing with you yet,” he said, grinning down at his little brother splayed so willingly in front of him.

Bill whimpered as Tom thrust into him harshly, hitting his spot dead on, “Please Tomi.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, still steadily finger fucking his twin, “Whose are you?”

Bill frowned, gasping with each movement Tom initiated inside him, “I’m...” he gasped again, throwing back his head, his sides moist with sweat.

“Say it,” Tom growled, needing to be reassured even if he already knew the answer.

“I’m... yours!” Bill almost shouted the last word and wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist, tugging him down to meet him.

Tom laughed, falling forward to kiss his twin. Tongues tangled, slipping together with sloppy kisses.

“Tomi, now.”

Tom didn’t need to be told twice this time and dragged his fingers out from inside Bill. Bill whined at the feeling of being empty again but was soon hushed as Tom pressed his lips to Bills. Tom’s hands were everywhere now, rubbing up and down Bill’s sides, down to his thighs and then to his cock.

Bill cried, bucking up and almost dislodging Tom from on top of him. Tom chuckled, removing his lips from Bill’s to suck on the sensitive skin on his throat while his hand remained below, stroking Bill’s cock pleasingly.

He continued a trail of kisses down to Bill’s nipples, swirling his tongue out to taste the hardened nubs, he smiled around them when Bill moaned, throwing his head to the side in exuberance. Tom knew it was becoming too much for his baby brother and relinquished his hold around Bill’s swollen dick.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he mumbled against Bill’s skin.

Bill moaned in response, lifting his hips up in encouragement, “Please.”

Tom smiled, pulling back to position himself between Bill’s spread legs. He placed a hand on each of Bill’s thighs, pushing them apart gently. He glanced up to Bill, and had to catch his breath, reminding himself that the black haired beauty was indeed his and his alone. Bill appeared almost innocent had it not been for his absence of clothes and promiscuous position; his eyes were wide, trusting and expecting and his arms were thrown above his head. Bill was a beauty in every sense of the word.

“Fuck,” Tom said.

“What?”

“Lube.”

Bill reached over to the bedside table, opening a draw and revealing a small, white tube. He handed this to Tom who took is gratefully, popping open the cap and squeezing a generous amount on to his hands, then he returned it to the bedside table.

He gasped as the cool lotion made contact with his skin but soon he was slicked up and Bill was smiling up at him affectionately, “You look so good when you do that.”

Tom blushed and replied, “You look so good when I’m in you.”

“Don’t I look good all the time?” Bill asked with a pout.

“True,” Tom agreed, “But right now my cock is about the burst and it’s going to be in you.”

Tom leant down to kiss his brother once more then bumped the blunt end of his cock at Bill’s entrance, rubbing the reddened area slightly. Bill was watching him carefully, then Tom breached his hole, sliding in to him in one swift movement.

Bill groaned, his head falling back onto the cushions again. Tom screwed up his face in concentration, trying not to come right away. His cock was being submitted to such tight, hot heat that it was almost unbearable.

“Tomi,” Bill breathed.

Tom grunted, sliding up to the hilt into his brother’s little body. Little stars popped up in front of Tom’s vision.

“So fucking, tight,” he gritted out.

Bill smiled, opening his arms for Tom to collapse into. Tom did so, leaning heavily on his twin, and attaching their lips while attempting to regain some control over his sexual ability. When he was able to focus and his vision had cleared he dragged his hips back slowly, a shot of pleasure coursing through his body and straight to his dick.

Bill panted heavily and contracted his muscles around Tom causing them both to moan. Tom picked up the pace, grabbing Bill’s hands above his head, linking their fingers and gripping lovingly.

Their bodies were flush, chests matching with each breath, Bill’s cock sliding between the sweat slicked heat.

Tom was moving in and out of Bill rapidly now, pushing his hips into his little brother’s tight heat and Bill was desperately trying to move up towards Tom, trying to push Tom further into him. The heat was becoming intolerable, burning their bodies and stoking the fires that were licking up their sides so fervently.

“Tomi, Tomi, Tomi,” Bill chanted, wrapping his limbs around Tom, almost welding their bodies together.

Tom looked down at Bill beneath him and nearly came; his brother was so beautiful, so sexy, rocking up to him, tossing and turning. Tom reached down to stroke a little curl of hair that had stuck to the side of Bill’s cheek with sweat.

Tom could only wonder how it was that he’d ended up with someone so perfect.

“Say it, Bill,” he growled, swooping to nip at Bill’s ear.

Bill gasped as his spot was stabbed by Tom’s hard-on inside him, “I’m... yours.” He panted, barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” Tom said hoarsely.

“I’m...” Bill ran his hands up Tom’s back, rocking up to him.

“Bill,” Tom warned, and slammed into his baby brother, sending the headboard into the hotel room wall with a bang. Bill screamed as he was jack-hammered into the bed.

“I’m yours!” Bill shouted and came just as Tom reached down to wrap a hand round Bill’s dick. His come exploded onto both their chests and with one final, heated, thrust into Bill’s tight hole, Tom stiffened and shot his load inside Bill.

He collapsed onto his brother entirely, gaping and panting for air. Bill’s breathing was matching his and they lay, caught up in each other for several minutes before Tom pulled out, smearing the line of his come that followed down Bill’s ass and onto his thighs.

“So perfect, Tomi.” Bill sighed, preventing Tom from going any further by encasing him with limbs.

Tom smiled into Bill’s neck, flicking his tongue out to taste the soft, sweaty skin behind Bill’s ear.

“Hmm,” he hummed in agreement.

They remained in elated silence before Bill said, “Think Jason would like that?”

He squealed when Tom pinched his sides.

“Don’t talk about other guys when I’ve just fucked you.” Tom mumbled, “Especially not sleazes like him.”

Bill giggled and turned to nuzzle into Tom’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of Tom mingled with their sex.

“I’m yours forever Tomi,” Bill whispered.

Tom smiled, rolling them sideways and spooning Bill from behind. Bill nestled backwards, pressing his ass into Tom’s groin and twining their legs and hands together.

“And I’m yours, Billa.”

Bill smiled, planting a tiny kiss on Tom’s knuckles, “I love you.”

Tom hugged his brother close, touching his lips to his shoulder tenderly, “Love you too.”

Hope you enjoyed! Happy New Year!

Lazy Days

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 20:38:55 GMT

Another smut fanfic. The Kaulitz twins again. This is my second ever smut so I would love to know what you think :)

Summary: A lazy day in the sun turns into something a little less innocent.

The wind danced lazily over the field, sweeping the grass in pretty swirls and dusting over Bill’s hair, tickling strands across his face. He had his eyes shut against the glare of the sun and felt he was quite content to spend the remainder of the day lying among the tall grass with Tom. His head was propped comfortably onto his twin’s belly and Bill was enjoying the steady motion of his stomach as Tom breathed in and out calmly.

Tom shifted beneath him, rolling out and causing Bill’s head to fall to the ground, “Ugh, Tomi.” Bill whined.

Tom chuckled, “Princess.”

Bill scowled but kept his eyes shut. He was too relaxed to care that much. As long as his brother’s movement didn’t require him to leave; Bill was floating in perfect Zen and had no intentions of falling out of it.

“Shiny Bill.”

Bill cracked an eye open and found his brother hovering over him, smiling, “What?”

“You’re shining,” Tom noted softly.

“Shining?” Bill repeated with a little frown.

Tom nodded, “Yes, in the sun.”

Bill smiled and opened both eyes, reaching a hand up to caress Tom’s cheek affectionately.

“Beautiful Bill,” Tom said, adjusting his position and scooted closer to his little brother.

Bill smiled wider and curled his fingers round one of Tom’s braids, pulling him down for a chaste kiss. Tom nudged his tongue between Bill’s lips gently and Bill moaned quietly, closing his eyes again.

The kiss was slow and sweet and when Tom pulled back he grinned fondly down at Bill, admiring his twin’s thick lashes fanned out over his cheeks that were flushed slightly pink from the sun.

Bill smiled as he felt Tom move down next to him, aligning their bodies snugly. His brother wrapped a hand around Bill’s waist, rubbing his belly smoothly. He was so happy, he loved these languid afternoons Tom and he could spend together, away from the rest of the world. They used to come to this field when they were younger, if only to get away for a few hours, delight in each other alone. It was surrounded by massive undergrowth and shrubbery, always a benefit when in need of privacy.

“Bill?” Tom propped himself on one elbow, looking down over his little brother.

“Hmm?” Bill hummed, stretching his arms above himself, then linked his fingers together, settling them beneath his head.

“Would you ever give it all up?” Tom posed the question quietly, his voice barely cracking above a whisper.

Bill opened one eye again, turning his head to Tom, “Give what up?”

“Tokio Hotel,” Tom said, watching his brother closely.

Bill didn’t hesitate, he shook his head with a resolute, “No, never.”

Tom frowned, “You didn’t even have to think that one over,” he bleated.

“What’s there to think about?” Bill asked, genuinely curious.

“Me,” Tom swiped a thumb over Bill’s lips and his twin smiled.

“I would have you with or without Tokio Hotel,” he answered with a light chuckle, his lids drooping shut again, “Silly Tomi.”

Tom couldn’t resist, he bowed over Bill and touched his lips to Bill’s, he loved the taste of his baby brother; he always had. He could still recall their first kiss as if it were yesterday. They’d been late out of school much to both twin’s annoyance and it was tipping buckets from the sky, the heavens had opened, as their mother would say. They’d been running home through the downpour, Bill tugging on Tom’s wrist trying to get him to hurry up which Tom’d protested he couldn’t because of his jeans. Bill’s only retort to that was, “get some smaller jeans.”

So heavy had the rain been the twins had been forced to take shelter in a bus stop that had been sitting on the roadside and looked pleasantly inviting. They’d stood shivering together, Bill was shuddering violently and Tom hated to see his brother in any discomfort so he’d wrapped his arms around his brother’s small frame tenderly and held their bodies together, sharing heat.

Bill had smiled and wrinkled his nose at Tom appreciatively, snuggling into his embrace and before Tom knew what he was doing his lips were on Bill’s. Neither twin made any effort to break the kiss and after that things were different, things were better.

Tom broke away from Bill’s present lips, brushing their noses together. Bill smiled idly and turned his head, nosing into Tom’s shoulder.

Tom pulled his twin into his arms, and they lay together in the grass.

Silence followed for some minutes before Tom brought back their previous conversation, “Is there nothing that would make you want to give this up?”

Bill’s nose wrinkled again, “Tomi, I have everything I want,” he sighed.

“Wouldn’t you just want to do this all day?” Tom wondered aloud, stroking Bill’s side.

“I’m doing it now,” Bill countered.

Tom rolled his eyes and laid back, Bill shifted into him, resting his head on Tom’s shoulder, humming lazily.

“I just think it gets a bit hectic sometimes,” Tom muttered, staring up at the sky, watching a fluffy cloud drift overhead.

“Hmm, but I like it.” Bill said.

“I would like a lazy life,” Tom mused absently.

“We’d get bored,” Bill reasoned.

“Suppose so,” Tom agreed. He did indeed agree with this remark. Both twins had always been bombing around the town before Tokio Hotel, always hunting for something to keep them preoccupied for more than five minutes. It drove both their mother and the neighbours crazy.

Bill suddenly looked up at Tom, straining his neck to peer at him, “Would you really throw away what we’ve built?”

Tom looked down at Bill and almost laughed. Bill was wide eyed and almost frenzied, “Bill, no. I would just appreciate a few more days like this each year.”

“Oh,” Bill said, brow dipped as he mulled over Tom’s response, “Aren’t you proud of what we’ve done?”

This time Tom actually did chuckle, “Bill! Of course I am.”

Bill stuck his bottom lip out petulantly, “Good.”

“I’m happy as long as you’re with me.” Tom said in finality of their discussion.

Bill smiled happily, kissed the corner of Tom’s mouth and slumped back down onto his shoulder, curling his body around his older brother and nestling into his neck.

After some moments Tom began tapping out a rhythm on Bill’s hip, in fact it was a Tokio Hotel song and Tom watched as Bill smiled in recognition; it was their song.

“Sing to me?” Tom requested quietly, dropping a kiss to his brother’s temple.

Bill sighed, stirring as a light breeze floated over them, disturbing his hair and pushing it over his face, he blinked and twitched his nose, trying to relieve himself of his hair with minimal efforts. The results were unsuccessful and Bill sneezed, subsequently blowing away the locks of hair.

Tom chuckled softly, “cute.”

Bill scowled good naturedly, “cute?”

Tom nodded, nuzzling into Bill’s glossy tendrils, “very.”

“Don’t I get to be something more than 'cute’,” Bill asked, looking up at Tom and pouting.

“Sweet?” Tom suggested.

Bill poked Tom’s belly and Tom laughed, sitting up and causing Bill to tumble off him with a cry of indignation. He recovered himself and, helped by Tom, crawled into his twin’s lap, wrapping his legs around his waist.

“You were saying?” Bill prompted, placing his hands on Tom’s shoulders and leaning in close.

Tom grinned and licked the tip of Bill’s nose affectionately, “how cute you were.”

Bill pulled a face, “after that, dumbass. What else am I?”

Tom chuckled lightly, he knew how much Bill loved to be praised. Not the tabloid bullshit but real adoration, his favourite admirer being his twin. Tom swept a thumb over Bill’s cheek and pretended to mull over Bill’s command.

“Well, you’re lazy, a slob—”

Bill punched him playfully in the arm, pulling back with such an adorable pout that Tom just had to claim his twin’s lips in his own. Any protests Bill might have had were stifled as his brother’s tongue nudged into his mouth, beginning its exploration, probing Bill’s own tongue and tangling with it.

When they broke apart they were both slightly breathless. Tom grinned crookedly and held his brother tightly in his arms, “You’re beautiful, sexy, talented,” Bill smiled appreciatively and began rocking in Tom’s lap slowly. Tom felt a lump rub into his lower abdomen and glanced down to see a slight bulge protruding from his little brother’s trousers, “And horny,” he raised an eyebrow.

Bill nodded, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He leant in to Tom and attached his mouth to his neck, sucking on the skin and flicking out his tongue to taste the hot flesh. One of his favourite tastes in the world. One of them he thought with a inward grin.

Tom hummed and fanned his hands down over Bill’s back. Bill moaned, arching his back gracefully, pressing his chest to Tom’s and throwing back his head, exposing a nice strip of skin for Tom to lick up. Which he did, much to Bill’s delight.

Both boys were rocking more fervently now, panting slightly as the already hot summers air began to feel suffocating.

“We shouldn’t. Not here,” Tom mumbled almost incoherently against Bill’s lips.

Bill grunted accordingly, not really paying much attention to the logic Tom was still able to acquire in such an intimate position.

“Biiill,” Tom whined.

Bill pulled his lips off Tom’s and looked at him. The eyed each other for several moments before Bill reached down to Tom’s crotch unexpectedly and cupped his clothed dick, eliciting a satisfying yelp from his brother. Bill smiled coyly, looking down to admire his hand wrapped around the tent that was Tom’s cock straining against his trousers, “It’s so hot.”

“I know,” Tom gasped, his eyes screwed shut as he attempted to maintain some composure, “But it’s fucking August, what do you expect?”

Bill shook his head, “Not the weather Tomi.”

Tom opened his eyes to see his twin staring down at his groin, his head tilted as if innocently curious by the effect he was implementing. Tom groaned, “Fuck, Bill.”

He tried giving Bill a withering look but failed miserably as Bill squeezed his dick hard, Tom yelped and nearly collapsed onto the ground behind him, “Clothes off,” he gritted out in defeat.

Bill grinned triumphantly and held his hands above his head expectantly. Tom slipped his fingers under the hem of Bill’s t-shirt and tugged, leaning in to kiss his twin when he re-emerged from the collar, shaking his hair out. Then, Tom’s shirt was quickly lost along with his cap.

“We shouldn’t be so public,” Tom grumbled as Bill nimbly undid his belt and whipped it out before tending to his own.

Bill hushed him,” We’re not, we’re surrounded by trees and no one knows we’re here.”

“But still,” Tom argued, scrutinizing the trees accusingly, as if waiting for someone to parade out yelling, ‘surprise!’

Soon Tom’s jeans were removed and he was sitting in the tall grass in nothing but his boxers. They were beginning to irritate him and every time he moved the fabric chafed his sensitive skin.

Bill deftly yanked these down Tom’s legs too and threw them carelessly behind him, smiling fondly at the swollen cock standing in front of him. Bill tugged on it once inducing a hiss from his twin before letting go and un-zipping his own jeans.

“The grass is itching my ass,” Tom complained.

“Quit whining,” Bill muttered as he stood and slipped out of his own jeans and boxers.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Says the diva.”

“Hey!” Bill jutted out his hip, placing a manicured hand on it crossly, “do you want to fuck me or not?”

Tom shrugged and pulled a complacent expression, “Hmm...”

Bill stooped to slap his arm, “You shouldn’t even have to think about that!” He shrieked.

Tom laughed, rubbing his arm, “I know, I know. Sorry Bill.”

Bill’s expression remained stony, his lips pursed, hand returned to his hip.

“I love you.” Tom whispered, twining his fingers through Bill’s and tugging him down gently.

Bill complied and Tom watched as he fought a smile but was defeated and he grinned back at his brother, “You can fuck me now.”

Bill was settled back in Tom’s lap now and wriggled a little as Tom pecked his lips briefly, “Well that’s very kind of you.”

“I’m renowned for my big heart,” Bill said proudly, winding his arms around Tom’s neck and grinding down into his lap.

“More like big mouth.”

Bill wacked Tom over the head, “You’re really pushing it today.”

Tom shrugged, his tongue flicking out to nudge his lip ring playfully. He watched Bill’s eyes flicker to where his tongue had made an appearance. Bill licked his own lips oblivious to his actions then returned his glower to Tom.

“You’re gagging for it as much as I am.” Tom said flatly glancing down at the bulge in Bill’s pants pointedly.

Bill opened his mouth about to come out with a bitter retort but then closed it again, frowning. He looked perturbed as he glared down at his dick, “ Fucking arousal. You gave it away.”

Tom laughed, “It’s not its fault.”

“Then whose is it?” Bill pondered, still staring down his erection angrily.

“Mine,” Tom said simply, pulling Bill to him and kissing him fiercely.

“I’d better punish you,” Bill managed to gasp out as Tom removed his lips from his own to attack his collar bone instead. He felt Tom smile into the crook of his neck as he worked his way up. Bill rolled his head back, moaning gutturally.

Tom’s hands were slowly, enticingly, massaging down his brother’s back, swirling in patterns over Bill’s porcelain skin. He paused when he reached the curve of the top of Bill’s ass causing his brother to moan longingly, “Tomi, please. Don’t stop there.”

Tom smirked and snaked his hands down to cup Bill’s prefect, pert ass cheeks. He gave a light squeeze then rubbed his fingers along the crease, just brushing over Bill’s hole delicately.

Bill’s head had lolled forward now and his forehead was pressed into Tom’s shoulder. Already he felt ready but he knew it would hurt if Tom didn’t stretch him first; he just wished Tom would stop procrastinating.

Tom stoked up Bill’s ass once more then suddenly breached Bill’s body, sliding in a dry finger. Bill yelped at the slight burn but soon was writhing as his twin added another finger and began pumping in and out of Bill’s entrance.

Tom pulled Bill’s head off his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t knuckle deep in his twin’s ass and kissed him passionately, it was urgent and desperate and had Bill mewling, bobbing up and down in his lap. Just then, Tom shoved his fingers in extra hard and curled them sharply, eliciting a squeal from his little brother; he’d found his prostate. Tom continued fucking his little brother with his fingers watching Bill bounce in his lap, he looked so beautiful Tom often found it hard to grasp just how incredible his brother really was. He counted himself the luckiest man in the world being with his twin. His only regret was that he couldn’t show Bill off to the world as his own and his own alone.

“If you think about it,” Bill said, panting as he rode Tom’s fingers, “This is pretty sexy; fucking in a field.”

“Bill,” Tom said as he pinched Bill’s nipple between his teeth, swirling his tongue over the ring, “Anything with you is sexy.”

Bill purred prettily and Tom thrust his fingers in Bill deeper. Bill screamed and clenched around Tom’s digits. They both groaned and Bill gasped, “Tomi, stop now.”

Tom pushed in once more then removed his fingers with a tiny, wet pop. Bill clenched, disliking the empty feeling he received, “Put it in me.”

“On it,” Tom gently lay Bill back on the grass and hovering over him.

“Ugh, that grass is itchy,” Bill whined, wriggling underneath Tom.

Tom laughed, “Now you don’t like it.”

Bill pouted, “It was ok before.”

Tom snorted, “That’s because you were in my lap.”

Bill smiled dirtily and brought two fingers up to his mouth, sucking them in and releasing them. Tom groaned at the sight and swooped in to capture Bill’s lips. He dipped his groin as he did so, mashing their cocks together. They ground like that, moaning in pleasure for several moments before Tom sat up, straddling his twin’s hips.

Bill watched him through hooded eyes as Tom placed his palms on Bill’s thighs and spread them shamelessly. He stroked up and down the smooth skin before cupping his baby brother’s ass cheeks, parting them gently and rubbing his thumb over the slightly red skin.

Bill held his breath as he watched Tom position himself at his entrance, holding into his weeping dick. Tom swirled a thumb across the end, smearing pre-come over it, moistening it slightly and hissing in pleasure. Then the blunt tip of his cock nudged eagerly at the opening. Tom glanced up at Bill and pushed in, just the tip, causing Bill to gasp, partly in pain because of being fucked minus lube but mostly in ecstasy at being filled again by his own brother.

Tom scrunched his face in exuberance, trying to concentrate on penetrating Bill with as much tenderness as possible. But it was a feat almost impossible; his brother was so tight, so hot that Tom couldn’t resist thrusting in further, almost to the hilt. He collapsed over Bill and kissed him hard, colliding their tongues instantly and coiling his fingers through Bill’s hair. It was so soft, he’d left it untouched as he often did during breaks at home; Tom loved it, it made touching it and combing his hands through it so much more satisfying and it reminded Tom of a cute, furry animal. Though Bill didn’t know about that last reason.

Bill wrapped his legs around his older brother and pulled him closer. Tom’s hips finally brushed Bill’s ass as his little brother was fully filled.

“Tomi,” Bill panted, throwing his head back.

Tom humped into Bill, hitting Bill’s spot dead on, Bill screamed and latched his lips to Tom’s shoulder, biting into the skin. Tom began moving in and out of Bill, the pace picking up immediately, crying out every time Bill contracted his muscles around his dick, encasing it further than it already was in Bill’s tight, hot, perfect space.

Bill clenched especially hard and Tom yelled, slamming into Bill so forcibly Bill was scooted back on the grass a bit, “Oh God.” Tom gritted out.

They were moving fast, breathless and panting, sharing air as they exchanged kisses and little licks, “Oh my God, Tomi, Tomi, Tomi, Tomi.” Bill chanted his mantra euphorically.

Tom gasped and grunted, he knew he would not last much longer, “I’m so close,” he managed, capturing Bill’s lips again and powerfully battling with his twin’s tongue for dominance.

Bill sighed as his prostate was repeatedly hit. Tom was scissoring him, bending him in half and jack-hammering into the grass. Bill’s back was being scratched by the grass but he didn’t care, Tom was above him, Tom was in him.

“I’m gonna come!” Bill barely had time to get his warning out before he exploded, his come shooting over his stomach, almost to his neck. He fell back completely, blissed-out and running almightily high on his orgasm.

Seconds later Tom thrust once, twice into his little brother’s ass and came powerfully. His body went rigid and he yelled out Bill’s name before he fell forward, covering Bill’s heaving form with his own.

Both boys lay panting, wrapped up in each other, taking their sweet time to come down from their elated orgasms.

“That was—”

“The best,” Bill finished, “Am I good Tomi?”

Tom smiled into Bill’s neck and pulled out, wincing as the cool air hit the sensitive skin, “The fucking best,” Tom said and looked down at Bill.

Bill hummed in pleasure, closing his eyes heavily, “I’m going to be sore tomorrow though.”

Tom frowned, he wasn’t entirely happy he’d just fucked his little brother with no lube, “Does it hurt?” he asked, concerned.

Bill shook his head, “Not too much.”

Tom continued to frown, he crawled down Bill’s body, ignoring his twin’s protests, till his head was level with Bill’s ass. He gently lifted his ass and bent low to inspect the damage. It was red and looked sore even if Bill wouldn’t admit it.

Silently Tom leant forward and licked up the crease, over Bill’s hole. Bill gasped quietly, his eyes still shut happily. Tom kissed the puckered skin tenderly then moved up over Bill again, aligning their bodies.

His legs were in-between Bill’s and he stroked up Bill’s sides fondly. Bill stretched out and then curled around his brother humming in satisfaction.

They lay in comfortable silence for some moments. Then Tom raised his head, looking down at Bill until his twin cracked open an eye.

“You never sang to me,” Tom said quietly.

“I sing to you all the time,” Bill rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but not in a field,” Tom countered, “It’s pretty sexy.”

Bill smiled at him, kissed him, then sang to him.

I hope you enjoyed it :) Happy New Year!

Wedding Sex

Wed, 30 Dec 2009 20:32:58 GMT

So this is my first ever smut. I posted it a while ago on TokioHotelFiction so I thought I may as well post it here. It's twincest (between Bill and Tom from the band Tokio Hotel) and NC17, so please don't read this is it's going to offend you. I would love to know what you think! I apologise for grammatical mistakes, they are a frequent occurance, yucky. And also it was my first EVER smut, so it's not too good. Whoops. Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: Bill and Tom; horny at a wedding. Pretty self explanatory.

Bill hummed and leant against a supporting pole in the enormous tent. He smiled and folded his arms across his chest as he watched his mother twirl by with her newly wedded husband, Gordon. She looked radiant, she glowed in the warm evening sun that washed lazily into the tent’s open flaps.

“She looks so happy,” a voice sounded quietly from behind Bill.

Bill turned around to see his brother holding two glasses of Champagne. Tom offered one to Bill and Bill took it gratefully with a brief, “Thanks.”

“It makes getting married seem so much more appealing,” Tom said.

Bill frowned and took a sip of his Champagne, “What?”

“This,” Tom waved his arm at the wedding party that was thriving spectacularly under the canvas, “It’s so beautiful.”

Bill’s brow furrowed further, “You think you’ll get married?”

Tom looked at him strangely, “I didn’t say that.”

“I know,” Bill said slowly, “But you implied...”

Tom’s expression relaxed, “You think I’m going to get married?” He grinned in amusement.

Bill looked sheepish, his cheeks flushed slightly, “No,” he mumbled, looking down and toeing a tuft of beach grass with his boot.

“I just think this is a nice way to do it.” Tom shrugged and stepped closer to Bill to watch their mother as Gordon dipped her low before planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek at which she giggled and swiped a hand across in mock indignation.

“So you would get married if you could do it like this?” Bill said, trying to adopt a casually inquisitive tone.

“Bill,” Tom lowered his voice, “I don’t think it’s very likely that you or me are going to get married. Given the circumstances.”

Bill’s cheeks tinted again, “Suppose not,” he muttered.

Tom bumped shoulders with Bill gently, “You’re not getting jealous of a non-existent bride are you?”

Bill scowled at Tom and stalked away to see what the caterers had to offer. After shoving through several dancing couples and a few elders who tried to allure him into apathetic conversation, Bill finally discovered the food tables set out along the back of the vast white tent. He scoured the delicacies disdainfully before he was tempted by some cute looking miniature sandwiches and popped two into his mouth. He hummed in pleasure then decided to tuck two more in.

Tom watched Bill in adoration as he stuffed the sandwiches into his mouth. His bother still managed to exceed all beauty at the wedding by a clear mile even with too much food in his mouth. Tom’s dick was asking for more than just a view of Bill as he made his way towards him, he wanted his little brother.

“Found the food I see,” Bill spun to see Tom looking amused.

“Fwadoyoofwanc?”

Tom chuckled, “I’m sorry, what?”

Bill glowered as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of mini delectables, he chewed and swallowed with as much grace as he could muster, “I said; what do you want?”

“You,” Tom said simply, and slid his hands into his pockets, giving Bill a lop-sided smile from under the bill of his cap.

Bill gulped and momentarily forgot to breathe, his twin’s words went straight to his heart and then his cock. Then Bill remembered he was supposed to be pissed at his brother and he said with a huff, “You can’t have me.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Bill, I told you, I don’t want to get married.”

“You didn’t actually say that,” Bill said petulantly.

Tom scoffed and took a step closer to Bill, “I don’t think you really have to worry about my future marital arrangements.”

Bill scowled, “Whatever.” He receded a step, into the table, Tom was advancing on him, right in the midst of their mothers wedding no less!

“Do you want me to get married?” Tom asked lowly.

Bill shook his head, his dreads whipping across his face slightly, “Tom,” he warned.

Tom didn’t stop, “Good,” he said, “And I don’t want you to get married either.”

Bill nodded quickly, wide eyed. He really wanted Tom to be on top of him right now. But his twin’s timing was a little inappropriate. He gulped and gave the tiniest shake of his head, hoping Tom would get the pretty essential message.

“Bill! Tom!”

Both twins snapped out of their temporary loss of awareness and groaned as their Great Aunt Sylvia came hobbling up to them with a scowl moulded onto her wrinkled old features. Tom immediately stepped next to Bill, pressed shoulder to shoulder with his twin in an attempt to escape the unfortunate predicament that was their Great Aunt.

Bill plastered a fake smile across his face, “Hi Auntie Sylvia, how are you doing?”

“Not great. The hospitality is appalling! I thought you’re mother would take better care of me,” she huffed and reached forward to pull Bill to her. He whined in protest but didn’t manage to avoid the rather unpleasant kiss she planted in determination on his cheek.

“It is her wedding Auntie,” Bill said in exasperation as she released him.

Tom chuckled at Bill’s indignant expression but was hushed as Bill’s elbow connected painfully with his ribs.

“I was on my feet all day when it was my wedding,” Sylvia boasted pompously.

“Um, do you want to sit down?” Bill offered, taking his Aunt’s arm and guiding her to a table with a few seats clustered around it.

Tom watched Bill lead Great Aunt Sylvia towards the chairs in admiration. He’d never had the patience to put up with the tedious antics of various family members whom they only met once a decade practically. In truth, he just didn’t give a shit, they were rude and petulant and he never saw why he had to prove himself to any of them. Bill on the other hand always took into account what everyone’s impression was of him. Even the distant relatives, like Great Aunt Sylvia, he liked to please, to put on a performance and Tom was more than content to sit back and enjoy the show.

He tilted his head and smiled approvingly as Bill bent down, aiding Great Aunt Sylvia into a seat. He had a particularly pleasant view of Bill’s ass and moaned softly as a small strip of skin was exposed from under Bill’s shirt. Tom would have to prove to Bill tonight just how unlikely a wedding was for him and his cock jumped at the thought excitedly.

“Get off me,” Aunt Sylvia batted Bill away in abrupt annoyance, “I can get into my own chair.”

Bill removed his hands and took a step back, biting back a bitter retort, “Um, are you ok now?”

Sylvia fanned herself dramatically, “I would be if it wasn’t so hot in here.”

“I’ll get you a drink,” Bill mumbled before she could demand anything else from him and turned towards the drinks.

He busied himself for a moment with the drinks, debating what his Great Aunt would be partial too on a hot summers day.

Someone touched the small of his back and he jumped slightly; he’d been so preoccupied with his drink selection. He turned around to see Tom standing just behind him. Bill smiled at his twin tiredly.

“What are you doing?” Tom questioned, sweeping his hand down to rest just above the curve of Bill’s ass.

“Tom!” Bill hissed, stepping away from his twin.

Tom shrugged, and his hand dropped to his side. Bill watched in longing for a moment then returned his gaze to the drinks laid out before him, “Getting her a drink. She says she’s too hot. I don’t know what she expects me to do!” He threw his hands up, “Turn the sun down?”

Tom chuckled lightly, “Tell her to stick it.”

Bill shook his head, “Can’t.”

Tom looked at Bill for a while longer then decided his brother needed a break from relatives and family friends whom they barely knew existed. He took hold of Bill’s wrist gently and tugged, “Come on.”

Bill whined a little but trailed after his brother nonetheless. Tom pulled him towards the tent entrance and out into the glowing sun, “Where are we going?”

Tom hushed him and dragged him round to the back of the tent, over the small mounds of sand that had been shifted aside so the huge canvas structure could be set up for their mother and Gordon’s wedding in the dunes.

“Tomi,” Bill bleated.

“You’re so impatient,” Tom mused, “Maybe we should just go back.”

Bill shook his head, “No no, I don’t want to go back just yet.”

“Good,” Tom said. He of course had no intentions what-so-ever of taking Bill back for quite a while.

They continued over several sands dunes, Bill clambering awkwardly in his boots, tugging on Tom’s hand for support. They had left the bustle of the party and were now in almost entire desolation. Tom stopped at last and turned to Bill, his eyes dark and his gaze steady.

Bill stared at Tom, waiting for him to make the next move, his heart hammering. Tom still caused his belly to flip and his heart to ache in a way no one else had made it do so. Even after a lifetime of his company; Bill could never get enough of his twin, and his cock was beginning to ache under the intense stare Tom was treating him to.

“What are we doing here?” He was not surprised to hear his voice come out in a croak.

“Look around,” Tom gestured at the landscape they were standing in.

Bill looked around expectantly, “It’s just sand,” he said flatly as he turned back to Tom.

Tom nodded, “And what do you hear?”

Bill frowned, “Um, nothing.”

Tom nodded again and stepped closer to Bill, wrapping one hand around his waist and brushing the other through his hair affectionately, “Exactly,” He whispered.

Bill gasped softly as Tom swooped in to touch their lips together. It was just a ghost of contact, barely a kiss but it made Bill’s belly swirl and his cock ache. Bill moaned as Tom pulled back slightly and followed his lips desperately.

Tom grinned and tutted, disallowing Bill a kiss just yet, “Wait your turn.”

Bill whimpered, “Tomi-”

But Tom cut him short as he dipped his head and pressed his lips to the skin just protruding from Bill’s collar. He poked his tongue out to taste Bill and Bill gasped in exuberance causing Tom to smile into the soft skin. He worked an unmarked trail up along Bill’s collar bone and across his neck, dropping hot, open mouthed kisses on the scorching skin. Bill threw back his head and clutched Tom urgently, pulling his closer.

He felt a bulge press into his thigh and he smiled, “Someone’s excited.”

Tom rubbed against him, “I think I’ve got reason.” He grunted, his face buried into Bill’s neck, tongue tickling just behind Bill’s ear.

“So that’s what you dragged me out for.” Bill mused quietly.

“You were driving me crazy,” Tom stroked down Bill’s back and cupped his ass over his trousers, “I couldn’t wait.”

Bill moaned his arousal becoming all the more painful as it strained against the fabric of his boxers.

“Gonna fuck you,” Tom stated and Bill groaned, prizing his brother’s lips from his neck to claim them in his own. He felt a satisfying tug in his belly as Tom’s tongue probed into his mouth, gently parting his lips. It felt moist and gentle and tasted delicious. His thoughts switched to something even more delicious on Tom’s body and he rocked forward, pushing into his twin.

Hands were everywhere by now, touching, caressing, stroking where ever they could reach and kisses were more intense. Bill’s was being walked backwards, so powerful were Tom’s advances, “Get on the ground.” Tom commanded.

Bill whined into Tom’s mouth and mumbled against his lips, “I’ll get all sandy.”

Tom pulled away, rolling his eyes at Bill’s diva idiosyncrasy. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it on the sand. Bill smiled appraisingly and settled onto the temporary rug. He held out his arms for Tom so come join him. Tom smiled and obliged, sinking to his knees and leaning forward, cupping Bill’s cheek in a palm, to capture his brother’s lips once more.

After several moments of making out, Bill removed his lips from Tom’s wetly and prowled forward, slinking on his hands and knees, his eyes never leaving Tom’s.

“You look like a cat,” Tom said, leaning back on his palms, smirking at Bill’s performance.

“I’m hunting.” Bill replied, licking his lips seductively.

Tom raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Bill nodded, “Oh,” he repeated, smiling coyly at his twin.

“And what are you hunting?” Tom gulped.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Bill affirmed.

“You haven’t?” Tom said, never removing his gaze from Bill.

“Not yet,” Bill pondered what his temptations might be as a cat.

“What about guitarists?” Tom prompted hopefully.

Bill shot a lascivious smirk at Tom then turned away from his twin, revealing a clothed bottom. He waggled his ass in the air, bending low on his forearms and arching his back provocatively, turning his head to see what reaction he might have obtained.

Tom was gawping at Bill’s ass on display and he reached forward to grab it and pull Bill back to him but Bill swatted his hand away, “Nuh-uh. You don’t get to play just yet.” He waved his finger at Tom disapprovingly.

“But I want to,” Tom replied lamely.

Bill skulked forward, away from Tom, his ass shaking smoothly and his shoulder blades stretching and rippling the skin as he moved his hands forward one at a time.

“Maybe I want to go hunt some mice.”

Tom pulled a face, “You don’t want mice.”

“You never know, I might do.” Bill said, turning to look at Tom innocently.

“Bill, come back,” Tom whined.

“I haven’t decided what I want to hunt yet,” Bill said mischievously.

“Quit teasing,” Tom sat up on his heels.

“It’s so much fun, Tomi.” He was about to prowl further away when Tom suddenly grabbed him from behind, winding his arms around his waist and tugging him back.

Bill yelped as he landed in Tom’s lap heavily. He twisted round so he was sideways across his brother’s lap. Tom was smirking at him, “Cat’s need some attention too,” He said as he stroked up and down Bill’s sides.

Bill’s purred and wrapped his skinny arms around Tom’s neck, burying his face into Tom’s shoulder.

“Have you decided what you want to hunt yet?” Tom asked as he slipped a hand under Bill’s shirt and tickled his belly softly.

Bill nodded, “I think so.”

“What is it?”

Bill shifted and flipped a leg round, straddling Tom’s lap, and wrapping his legs tightly around Tom’s waist. He arched his back erotically and hummed, smiling down at Tom. They sat like this, rocking slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes, Tom petting Bill, rubbing his hands up his sides, over his belly, round to his back. The both moaned in unison as Tom’s hands crept down to reach into Bill’s boxers, squeezing gently.

Their almost innocent rocking began to pick up in pace and soon they were both breathless, Bill gripped Tom’s shoulders and slumped forward over his brother, still thrusting insistently into Tom’s groin.

“Tomi, Tomi,” Bill gasped, “You have to get in me.”

Tom shivered at his twins words and groaned, “Biiiiiill.”

“What?”

“Don’t just say things like that.” He moaned.

Bill leant back from Tom’s shoulders and licked Tom’s chin, “Like what?” Bill smiled, almost innocently.

“You know what,” Tom said and kissed Bill hard.

Bill shuddered, “Come on Tomi, fuck me.” Bill whined, “They’re gonna miss us back at the tent.”

Tom’s cock was aching painfully, straining against his boxers, warmth had pooled in his groin long ago in his desperate need for his brother. Just the thought alone of getting in Bill was driving him crazy.

He couldn’t take anymore and he grabbed behind Bill’s knees, flipping him over and eliciting a shocked gasp from his twin. He grinned; glad to have obtained dominance at last. He made quick work of Bill’s belt, ripping his trousers from his little hips along with his boxers. They caught at Bill’s boots and Bill tried to kick them off, but failed. He huffed and sat up, hunching over Tom’s belt, whipping it off in a frenzy.

Tom chuckled at Bill’s desperation for sex, “Calm down.”

Bill shut him up with a glare, “Do you want to have sex with me or not?”

Tom resisted the urge to laugh again and instead focused on Bill’s nimble fingers at his zipper. His trousers and boxers were made short work of and soon Tom too had his bottoms by his ankles, swearing as he kicked them entirely off.

“Not fair,” Bill pouted, I can’t get mine off.”

“You shouldn’t have worn those silly boots then,” Tom noted.

“They’re not silly,” Bill scowled, “You just have no fashion sense.”

“Hey, you don’t call this the height of fashion?” Tom joked, motioning to his attire, “Well actually, neither do I,” he glanced down with disgust at what he had been requested to wear under pain of death.

“I think you look good in a suit. Very sexy,” Bill nodded approvingly.

“You look better,” Tom pushed Bill down onto his jacket gently, placing a hand either side of Bill’s head. He leant close, brushing their noses together, “You look beautiful,” he whispered.

Bill flushed and looked away, his heart skipping delightedly. When he returned his gaze to Tom, he was made aware he was under very close scrutiny. Bill parted his lips slightly and Tom ducked down and captured them in a long, hot kiss. Bill squirmed beneath him, “Please Tomi, in me.”

“So fucking demanding,” To rolled his eyes.

Bill hummed and smiled, reaching down to grab Tom’s cock in his hand. He squeezed lightly, initiating a hiss from Tom. He beamed as Tom’s expression contorted and his arms shook precariously.

Bill pulled at Tom’s hot and very hard dick, loving the way his brother’s breath became short and he twitched above him, shaking with pleasure. He began to move quicker, tugging and gripping it tightly. Tom shuddered and fell forward onto Bill, “Bill, stop.”

Bill grinned but did not stop, he swirled his thumb over the tip and his brother yelped, “Bill! I’m going to come!”

“And that’s a problem because?” Bill teased, carefully rolling back the foreskin.

“Because then I can’t fuck you.” Tom managed to grit out.

Bill sighed and let go of Tom’s now weeping cock, “Fine, get in me now.”

Tom chuckled breathlessly, “You’re acting like it’s a huge sacrifice on your behalf.”

“Maybe it is,” Bill jibed.

“Ok, I’ll just finish myself off on my own then,” To made to roll off Bill but Bill squeaked and prevented him, wrapping his legs around Tom again and kissing him with a moan.

Their cocks mashed together between their bodies causing both twins to exhale noisily. Tom reached down and pressed a finger at Bill’s opening. Bill threw his head back and his breath hitched, “Mmm.”

Tom smiled at his brother fondly and stroked up a thigh, pushing at back so it bent beautifully against Bill’s stomach.

Without warning Tom breached Bill’s hole with two fingers, sliding them in easily. Bill yelped and clenched Tom’s fingers deliciously. He loved the feeling of his brother’s fingers in him. However, he loved the feeling of Tom’s dick in him more. After allowing Tom to play for a bit Bill gasped out, “Tomi, in me!”

“Ok ok, I’m coming.” Tom removed his fingers with a slight pop and Bill moaned; he wanted to be full again.

“Already?” Bill joked with a grin.

Tom rolled his eyes but chuckled all the same, “So lame Bill.”

“You love it.”

“I love you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Ok.”

Tom gripped behind Bill’s knees, pushing his legs back, and opening his little hole wider. He positioned himself above Bill, holding his cock at Bill’s entrance.

“Fuck.” Tom hissed.

“What?” Bill propped himself up on his elbows, I difficult feat considering current position.

“We don’t have any lube.” Tom groaned. “Fuck.”

Bill shook his head, “Don’t need any.”

“Bill-”

“I’m ready.” Bill assured him. He was so ready.

“I barely stretched you.” Tom frowned, he didn’t want to hurt his twin.

Bill reached up to brush a thumb over Tom’s cheek tenderly, “I’m ready,” he repeated.

Tom didn’t look convinced but his cock was telling him otherwise, and the situation was helped further when Bill reached down and gave a quick stroke up Tom’s dick. Tom shuddered, “Ok. If you’re sure.”

Bill nodded, eyes dancing excitedly, “I’m sure.”

Tom leant over Bill and his cock bumped into Bill’s hole, they both hissed and sweat broke out across Bill’s brow.

“Yes, I agree she looked simply divine.”

Bill and Tom froze, the voices had not sounded far off.

“It was a lovely ceremony as well.”

“Shit,” Tom scrambled off Bill, trying to tug on his trousers.

Bill was quicker, yanking up his bottoms and zipping up speedily.

“Fuck,” Tom was struggling with his left foot, Bill grabbed his waist and steadied him so Tom was able to slip his foot into the leg easily.

The voices were approaching at an all too alarming rate and no sooner had the twins managed to dress themselves presentably once more, two middle aged women had risen up the sand dunes.

“Oh, hello boys.”

Bill and Tom smiled nervously, “Hi.” Bill gave a weak wave.

“Shouldn’t you be at your mother’s reception?” One of the women frowned.

“We were just taking a breath of fresh air.” Tom supplied casually and Bill nodded quickly in agreement.

The other woman smiled warmly at them, “Understandable. I’m sure you’re mother wouldn’t mind.”

Bill smiled tentatively, “Yeah, we should get back now though.”

They hurried past the women and leapt down the sand dunes in a rush. Bill almost skidded over and half tumbled down to the bottom of the slope. Tom was at the bottom to catch him and he fell into his arms gratefully, heart racing wildly. Bill shot a glance behind him to check if the women were still there but they had disappeared beyond another sand pile.

“That was close,” he panted.

“Yeah,” Tom agreed.

Bill was shivering and he curled his arms around his waist.

“Are you ok?” Tom’s brow dipped in concern and he stepped closer to Bill.

Bill nodded, “Yeah, it just kinda puts it into perspective. You know?”

Tom copied Bill’s nod slowly, “Yeah, but it’s not the first time.”

Bill winced, “I know.”

Tom touched Bill’s cheek but Bill cringed away. Tom frowned, Bill was always like this after a close call.

He allowed Bill time to relax, watching as Bill accepted the fact that they hadn’t in fact been caught, his muscles visibly releasing the tension they’d been storing. Finally, Bill looked up at Tom and smiled feebly.

Tom returned the smile reassuringly, “We’re good.” Tom raised his hand again to touch Bill’s cheek.

“I know.” This time Bill allowed the contact and leant into the warmth Tom’s palm provided.

“Come on,” Tom took Bill’s hand in his and they set off over the dunes again.

Conversation quickly brewed after the initial shock of near discovery and soon Bill was chatting animatedly at whatever popped into his head. Bill could talk for Germany, Tom mused silently.

“You’re belt is done up funny,” Bill commented as they rounded a dune and the tent re-emerged into view.

Tom looked down at his belt, it was indeed a bit askew; twisted around and looped through in odd places.

Bill giggled, “Come here, I’ll sort it out.”

He worked his fingers magically and soon Tom’s belt was holding up his trousers securely. He kissed Bill quickly, barely sweeping his tongue over his twin’s teeth.

“I still can’t believe you’re wearing a suit.” Bill wondered quietly as they broke apart.

“Yeah, well it’s mum’s wedding isn’t it. Once in a life time and all that.” Tom shrugged, bowing his head to scowl derisively at his less that tasteful outfit.

Bill pouted, “You didn’t wear one for our eighteenth.”

“Yeah but that was my birthday as well.” Tom rolled his eyes, they’d argued about that for weeks before the event. But, Tom thought with a smirk, each time they’d fought, their version of making up was making out. Which more often than not ended up with his cock up Bill’s ass. Even in the studio one time.

“Whatever.” Bill folded his arms and leant against the taut canvas of the tent they were standing outside now.

“Mum asked me to, I did it for her.”

“But you wouldn’t for me?” Bill stuck his bottom lip out petulantly.

“I would do anything for you.” Tom said seriously.

“Except wear a suit?” Bill glowered and Tom thought he looked very cute.

Tom nodded, grinning, “Except wear a suit.” He confirmed.

“You don’t do anything for me,” Bill grumbled.

“I do plenty of things for you,” Tom scoffed.

Bill scowled, “Like what?”

“Like this.”

Bill almost screamed as Tom pulled him forward and slipped his fingers down Bill’s trousers and into his ass.

“Fuck!”

Tom grinned, and steadily pumped in and out of Bill’s ass, loving the way Bill writhed and shook. Bill’s legs almost gave out and Tom shoved him against the tent, supporting Bill’s weight and changing the angle. Bill really did scream then as Tom hit his prostate dead on, but Tom silenced him quickly with a kiss.

“Oh, oh, oh. Fuck Tomi.” Bill’s head was thrown backwards against the white tent in bliss.

Tom grinned smugly, he loved the fact that he was the only one who ever got to see Bill like this, and he was the cause of it all.

Tom pushed in harder and slipped in another digit, Bill gasped and moaned loudly, “Tomi, people are gonna hear us.”

“Not us Bill. You,” Tom smirked, “They won’t; the music’s too loud.”

Bill moaned prettily and hooked a leg around Tom’s hip, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

Tom smiled and licked his brother’s nose.

“Tomi,” Bill gasped, “I’m gonna come.”

“Already?” he teased.

“Fuck, yes already,” Bill gritted out, his eye screwed shut and his mouth open in a little ‘o’.

Tom jabbed his fingers in hard and Bill shrieked.

“Fuck! Oh jeez guys.”

Bill yelped and Tom removed his fingers so quickly Bill squeaked. They both spun round to see their best friend, Andreas, standing there, bright red and shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.

The twins relaxed at once, “Oh thank God it’s you Andi,” Bill breathed and hooked his pinky into one of Tom’s belt loops, pulling him to his body again. Andreas had known about Bill and Tom from the very beginning of their relationship. An unfortunate camping trip had resulted in Andreas’ discovery of the twins less than conventional dynamics. He’d thrown a fit at first and refused to discuss the matter with either of the twins, but after some time to mull over, he’d decided he’d always known the twins ‘brotherly love’ went somewhat further than what was expected.

“I’m so glad it’s you and not anyone else,” Tom said, smiling in relief.

“Speak for yourself,” Andrea said bitterly. “Do you guys have to be so public?”

Tom chuckled but had the good grace to blush, “We’ve been here all fucking day. We needed a break.”

“Jeez, most people can go longer than a day without sex. You two are fucking rabbits.”

Bill sighed and mumbled, “Sorry Andi.”

“It’s fine,” Andreas said curtly, “You’re mum’s looking for you,” he added, nodding towards the tent.

“Oh, thanks,” Bill said, catching Tom’s hand and stepping away from where he was still backed against the canvas.

“Hang on,” Tom said quietly, he wrapped an arm round Bill’s waist, pulling him towards him and kissing him gently on the cheek.

Bill giggled and blushed, Tom had a gift for making Bill turn to mush.

“Guys, seriously.” Andreas didn’t look pleased.

“Sorry,” the twins mumbled together.

Andreas headed back round to the front entrance of the tent and Bill and Tom followed suit in guilty silence.

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“There you are!” Simone rushed to her boys, “My babies.” She cooed, hugging the both close.

Gordon came up behind her, placing a gentle hand at her waist, “She’s been celebrating with the champagne.” He explained.

Bill and Tom laughed as their mother pouted indignantly and Tom saw for the thousandth time where Bill had learned to pout like he did, “And why shouldn’t I?” She declared loudly, swaying slightly, “It’s my wedding!”

“I want you boys to know I love you,” She announced, “I couldn’t ask for better sons.”

“We know mum,” Tom said proudly.

“Always the modest one,” Simone gave Tom a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“You know me, mum,” Tom hugged his mother back as best he could with Bill wrapped up with him in her arms.

“Come and dance with me!” Simone dragged them both over to the dance floor and began twirling around with them both.

Tom decided to allow his brother the honour of the dance and slipped back to take a seat on the edge of the dance floor. He watched with a soft smile as Bill threw back his head, laughing with his mother. He looked so elegant, even with all that leg, he spun her round delicately and Tom’s heart expanded just watching his twin dance enthusiastically in time with the music.

Although the remainder of the evening passed pleasantly, Tom was bursting with desire for his brother. They’d spent little time together since Andreas had discovered them locked at the back of the tent. Tom had been perfectly happy to sit and watch Bill, he was so animated and so alive and so beautiful. However his only complaint was how unfuckable he was. He couldn’t wait to get Bill home, he’d promised himself he’d jack-hammer Bill into the mattress and he was sure Bill would have little to protest about that particular plan of Tom’s.

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“Bye mum, remember to use a condom!” Bill called to his mother as she pulled away in the ivory Rolls-Royce.

Tom groaned, “Bill, that’s our mum you’re talking about.”

Bill turned to grin at his twin, still waving along with the rest of the crowd gathered outside the tent, “We might as well let her believe she’s drilled some advice into our heads.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Suppose so.” He mumbled, waving along with Bill.

Bill bounced next to him, waving dynamically until their mother and Gordon disappeared round a bend in the gravel road. Tom almost groaned, he was hard and Bill’s excitable antics were not helping.

“Bill,” he whined, “Can we go home now?”

Bill looked at him, glancing down briefly. Tom had that ‘I’m going to fuck you silly’ look in his eyes and Bill was in no position to impede his brother and his needs. He was harbouring a raging hard-on which he was in desperate want for Tom to take care of. He’d spent the whole evening trying to hide the bulge; perhaps he should take a leaf out of Tom’s book and adopt a wardrobe full of over-sized items.

He was about to nod at Tom’s request when people swarmed, “You must be so happy for your mother.”

“Oh, she looked absolutely gorgeous today!”

“What handsome young men she’s produced.”

“You must tell us about yourselves,”

“It’s been so long.”

Tom groaned and pushed Bill forward into the onslaught of relatives and supposed friends that had just bombarded the twins, “Ehm,” Bill mumbled unsure how to relieve themselves politely from the crowd.

They were shepherded back into the tent, unable to do anything about it and the party was struck up once more.

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Two hours later Bill and Tom excused themselves, claiming they had a busy day at the studio tomorrow. Which was in fact a lie; Bill and Tom were planning on remaining in bed all day, together, happy and content and most likely fucking.

“I thought we’d never escape,” Tom groaned.

“You’d better not complain; I had to do all the talking!” Bill cried.

Tom smirked at him, “You love the attention.”

Bill scowled and sat back in his seat after clicking his seatbelt into place, “Not when it’s from a hundred middle aged and up boring people.”

“’Boring people’”, Tom chuckled, “couldn’t come up with a more constructive offense?”

“I’m a lyricist,” Bill said pedantically, “Not a dictionary.”

Tom laughed softly again and reversed out the parking space. He twisted his head backwards, checking to avoid any stray obstacles. He was surprised therefore when Bill caught his lips in his as he turned to face the front again. He stopped driving and returned the kiss. It was sweet and Bill’s lips were soft.

“Take me home, Tomi,” Bill whispered, pulling away, smiling.

Tom stroked a hand through Bill’s hair affectionately, “Anything for you.”

Bill beamed, “Well in that case take me home and fuck me.”

Tom’s cock leapt and he swallowed at Bill’s deadly bluntness. He revved and they skidded out, kicking gravel up on the way. The journey was longer than Tom would have liked, they had to drive all the way back to their apartment in Hamburg, much as Tom would have liked to fuck Bill there and then.

Bill didn’t help matters, touching Tom gently, and laughing in that contagious way, smiling at Tom sweetly the whole ride back.

But finally, Tom pulled into their drive. He breathed out and immediately reached for Bill, tugging him to his lips. Bill squeaked in surprise and scratched at the back of Tom’s neck, behind his corn-rows. Tom moaned and mumbled, “Gonna fuck you so hard,” into Bill’s mouth.

Bill giggled, released his grip from around Tom’s neck and scooted out the car. Tom unbuckled and clambered out, stumbling in his haste. He’d been waiting for this all day and his cock was ready to burst through the front of his rather uncomfortable trousers.

He chased Bill up the stairs to their door. “Come on, come on,” Bill was hovering at Tom’s back, clinging onto his jacket as Tom fumbled with the keys.

“Impatient.” Tom tutted.

“Wouldn’t you be if you’d had the opportunity to come twice in less than an hour and both times have been denied?” Bill huffed.

“I was half way there.” Tom retorted sourly and at last managed to swing open the door. The twins piled into the room, tripping over each other laughing, clutching each other.

Tom pushed Bill hard against the door, slamming it with his weight. Bill gasped but looked impressed with Tom’s roughness. Tom slid both his hands up Bill’s shirt, smoothing the silky skin there and riding his shirt up. Bill arched his back and pressed his groin into his brother’s, grappling at Tom’s own clothes, trying to tug them off.

Tom was practically lifting Bill off his feet as he pressed Bill into the door, he fused their lips together electrically and Bill moaned as Tom nudged his tongue into his mouth, licking the confines thoroughly and tasting the cool metal of Bill’s tongue ring.

“Fuck me, Tomi,” Bill panted, “Fuck me please.”

Tom growled and hooked his hands behind Bill’s legs, hoisting him up into his arms. Bill was still pressed against the door, keening as Tom massaged his ass through his trousers where he clutched his little body in his arms. Bill wrapped his arms around Tom’s waist and began to kiss his twins face, his chin, his nose, his cheeks, then he trailed down his neck, sucking at the skin there, marking his territory.

Tom shivered and linked his hands tightly under Bill’s ass, creating a little seat for Bill to perch on. He stumbled backwards towards their bedroom, kissing Bill all the way. Bill was tugging on Tom’s braids desperately, winding them around his fingers as he squirmed in his brothers arms.

“Bill, Bill,” Tom mumbled, “Stop wriggling. I’m gonna drop you.”

“So fucking horny,” Bill replied without ceasing his movements.

Tom laughed into Bill’s mouth and at last they entered Tom’s room, which in fact was a shared sleeping accommodation. They stumbled over several piles of Bill’s clothes and various ailments he’d accumulated over the years and fell onto the bed. Bill wriggled up to the head of the bed, dragging Tom up with him.

Tom instantly dipped his groin low, rubbing it against Bill’s, both boys moaned in pleasure and began rocking fervently.

“Clothes off,” Tom demanded.

Bill raised his arms above his head expectantly and sat up as Tom yanked his shirt over his head. A ripping sound was heard as it popped off Bill’s head and they both looked at the shirt, Tom turned it over and inspected it, “Shit, we ripped a few buttons off.”

Bill shrugged, “It’s a stupid shirt. I don’t like it.”

Tom lifted an eyebrow sceptically, “Really?”

Bill shrugged again, “Well, I do. But I like your dick more.”

Tom grinned and rubbed his groin over Bill’s again, Bill shivered and smoothed his hands down Tom’s back, pulling him close again, “Tomi,” he breathed.

Tom’s hands were everywhere, exploring Bill’s body, touching all his favourite places. He cupped Bill’s cheek delicately and stroked a thumb over the soft skin there, Tom admired the pink tint that had crept over Bill’s face, “You’re beautiful.”

Bill smiled, his eyes sparkling , “If I am, so are you.”

Tom scoffed, “Never heard that one before.”

Bill stuck his tongue out and before he could tuck it back in his mouth, Tom stooped to capture it between his lips. Bill giggled, “Come on, no foreplay this time, I want you in me. Now.”

Tom groaned his cock throbbing, more heat rushed down to it and he swore it got harder than it already was if that were possible.

“Alright, help me get naked.” He sat up on his haunches between Bill’s spread legs and looked down at his twin.

Bill just stared up at Tom appraisingly and blinked slowly, “What do you want me to do?”

“Help me take my clothes off,” Tom said flatly.

Bill propped himself up on his elbows, “But I’m not naked yet. I want to be naked.”

Tom rolled his eyes in exasperation, “Undress yourself.”

Bill shook his head, “Help me?” He pouted, his eyes wide and innocent.

“Ngh, how can I resist you?” Tom wondered out loud, he massaged his palm into Bill’s crotch eliciting a quiet moan from his brother. Then he made quick work of Bill’s belt and zipper for the second time that day. This time there would be no interruptions, Tom would make sure of it. Sex with Bill was something to be treasured and treated with respect and dignity. Well, perhaps not dignity.

Bill’s trousers bunched as they slipped down his porcelain thighs, “Ugh Bill, fucking boots.”

Bill grinned and shut his eyes, laying back contentedly on the pillows and stretching, “Sort it out.”

“On it.” He drew the zip down on Bill’s boots and pulled, they slipped off and were thrown on the floor, quickly followed by the trousers. Now all that Bill was wearing was a tiny pair of little black boxers.

He wriggled on the mattress and Tom stared at him contemplating his next move. Then he stooped to lick up Bill’s side, swirling his tongue over the tattoo on his hip. Bill squealed in delight and writhed.

Tom continued a wet path with his tongue, stopping at the elastic of Bill’s underwear. He glanced up and Bill, he was still smiling lazily, his eyes closed in bliss. Tom kissed his hip then rolled Bill’s boxers down his pale legs, admiring Bill’s cock as it sprung free, red and angry, and dropping tiny kisses down his twin’s spread legs. Once these were lost, Tom returned his attention to Bill’s hip, kissing down to his cock. He kissed the tip then suddenly sucked it into his mouth.

Bill shouted and bucked up into Tom’s mouth, almost gagging him but Tom took it, opening his throat up to allow room for Bill’s dick. He popped it out his mouth and licked a fat stripe up its length. Bill shuddered deliciously; blow-jobs had never been a particular talent and didn’t stand out in Tom’s sexual repertoire. That was more Bill’s area of things. However, he loved the soft little moans and twitches his brother initiated and he loved that he was the reason.

He took Bill’s cock into his mouth once more, sucking powerfully on it and tasting the succulent zest of Bill’s pre-come. He swallowed around his brother’s length, dragging his lips up and down repeatedly.

Bill was keening underneath Tom and Tom had to steady him, placing hands flat on each thigh, pinning his legs to the bed. Bill moaned, “Tom, Tomi. You have to stop.”

Tom released Bill’s cock with another slight pop and blinked at his brother, admiring the slender angles of his naked body.

He allowed his twin a few moments to relax, then crawled up and was enveloped in Bill’s arms.

They exchanged a long, passionate kiss, “You’re still not naked Tomi,” Bill noted in an almost whine.

Tom grinned, “I got distracted.”

Bill wrinkled his nose, “Well get naked then.”

“Aren’t you going to help?”

“I want to watch,” Bill stretched his hands behind his head and rested on them languidly.

Tom looked at Bill then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, fingering each button carefully. Bill frowned, “What?” Tom asked.

“It’s taking fucking ages,” Bill said.

“That’s why I never wear shirts.” Tom explained ruefully.

Bill sat up in a flurry, “Let me do it,” he sighed.

Tom grinned, he was perfectly happy to let Bill undress him, it was one of the many perks of Bill’s impatience. Many people found it a flaw yet Tom embraced it, it meant things were done quicker and performed with more efficiency.

The remainder of Tom’s buttons were prized open and Bill all but ripped it from Tom’s torso. When it was eradicated, Bill leant back to admire the view. Tom inclined over Bill, kissed him quickly and pulled back again, “Now help me with my trousers.” He grinned enticingly.

Bill rolled his eyes, “You’re such a baby.”

“Oh, I’m the baby?” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, you are.” Tom’s trousers were yanked down revealing his glistening cock.

Bill smiled, “I’ve wanted you all day.” He told Tom’s penis and stroked it fondly.

Tom shuddered and removed Bill’s hands from around his cock, “And we’ve wanted you,” Tom said, placing his hands either side of Bill, looming above him.

“Stick it in me, Tomi,” Bill whispered.

Tom blinked, “I can’t do that to you.”

Bill wrapped his legs around Tom, “Yes you can. I’ve been ready since you had me pinned against the tent this afternoon.”

Tom grinned, “I could have made you come like that,” he noted proudly.

Bill blushed but nodded in agreement, “But right now I want you to make me come with your dick.”

Tom gulped. Bill’s blunt requests were always so dirty, “Let me stretch you a little bit.”

Bill moaned in protest but shut up as Tom stuck two fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking all over them. He removed them and brought them down to Bill’s ass. Bill spread his legs expectantly and Tom just brushed the opening lightly.

Bill shivered, “Tomi.” He whined.

Tom ducked down to kiss Bill and pushed two fingers in, just entering Bill. Bill melted into Tom’s mouth and pushed down onto Tom’s fingers, groaning as they curled and tickled inside his hole.

Bill’s chest heaved, “Tomi, I love you.”

“You’re not just saying that because my fingers are up your ass?” Tom queried.

Bill screwed his eyes and Tom curled his fingers deeper and shook his head, “No, I love you for everything.”

“Everything?” Tom propped himself up on the hand that hadn’t disappeared between Bill’s legs to get a more satisfactory view of Bill, splayed wantonly beneath him.

Bill nodded vigorously, still not opening his eyes, “Every fucking thing you do Tomi. I love you for it.” He was panting now.

Tom pumped in and out of Bill’s entrance, watching in wonder as his little brother writhed in ecstasy.

Bill moaned especially loud and reached down between his legs, grabbing at Tom’s hand, pulling it out from inside himself, “You have to stop, we’ve done enough of this.”

Tom didn’t disagree this time and swooped in to capture Bill’s lips, they made-out long and desperate, clinging onto each other and rubbing all over each other’s sweat-slicked body.

“Toooomi!” Bill whimpered, “Do it now!”

Tom obeyed, reaching under a pillow to pull out a little bottle of lube. Bill watched as Tom squeezed a generous dollop onto his hand the slicked his cock up with the substance, he licked his lips, cheeks tinting as Tom caught him.

“So big,” he murmured.

“So small,” Tom countered, aligning his dick with Bill’s tiny hole.

Bill was bent on half, Tom holding his legs up behind his knees. He watched as Tom bumped into his opening, he held his breath as he was breached, wincing at the initial burn he always felt if he’d not been fully stretched.

But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. Bill gasped, loving the sensation of being penetrated, he pulled Tom down closer to kiss him, he loved this position, it meant they could exchange kisses.

Tom jerked forward, now fully seated up to the base of his cock in Bill’s ass, his hips kissing his twin’s ass cheeks.

Bill wrapped his arms around Tom’s neck and rocked upwards. Tom began pumping slowly in and out of Bill, both boys hissing in pleasure.

“Tomi,” Bill asked breathlessly, “Tomi?”

Tom buried his face into Bill’s neck, “What?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get married?”

Tom groaned, “Bill, the only way I’m getting married is if I marry,” Tom thrust into Bill forcibly eliciting a gasp from his twin, “you.” Tom finished with a grunt.

Bill’s body writhed beneath him and he angled his hips up to meet Tom, “You’d marry me?” He asked wide-eyed.

“Of course,” Tom gritted, “Who else would I marry?”

Bill squealed and wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist, reaching up around his neck and pulling him down to connect their lips again.

“Bill,” Tom managed, his face scrunched as Bill’s ass contracted around his cock, “I love you.”

Bill smiled, pushing his hips up sharply the way they both loved. Tom gasped and Bill screamed, throwing his head back against the fabrics of the bed.

Tom pulled Bill up so he was seated on his dick, clasping one hand around the small of Bill’s back and twining his fingers of the other hand with Bill’s. Bill’s head had lolled back as he’d been lifted and Tom tilted it to him, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I”, kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “love”, kiss, “you.”

That was it for Bill, he couldn’t take the fire that coursed through his body and he flopped backward, landing on the bed and bouncing slightly, eyes tight shut and arms flying out either side of him. Tom followed suit and jerked into Bill one more time before Bill came hotly across both their stomachs. Tom’s hand snaked down to pump Bill’s cock, milking his release. He watched his twin pant, an expression of beautifully crafted bliss etched across his perfect face.

Then Bill opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Tom, tilting his hips up for Tom to receive the ultimate high.

“Are you close?” He whispered into Tom ear then flicked his tongue out to taste his twin.

Tom nodded, he was so close, he was chasing his impending orgasm, desperately thrusting in and out of his baby brother.

Bill squeezed painfully tight around his twin, causing them both the cry out then pulled him down to his cheek, “I love you too.”

Tom grunted, then pushed forward into Bill and exploded, shooting his load into Bill. He shouted out his orgasm and humped into Bill’s ass once more before collapsing down over him, panting.

They lay like that for several moments, Bill stroking Tom’s braids tenderly. Finally Tom stirred, making to pull out of Bill. But Bill stopped him, winding his arms and legs around Tom tightly, “Stay Tomi,” he breathed.

Tom hummed and curled over his brother, “I love you.” he repeated.

“Even if you can’t marry me?” Bill asked quietly, still not ceasing his smoothing of Tom’s hair.

“I don’t believe in that shit,” Tom said, breathing in the sweet scent of his brother’s neck.

“Oh?”

“We’re forever and ever, Bill. Marriage or not.”

Bill sighed in utter contentment, “You’ll love me forever and ever?”

“Yes Bill.”

Silence followed this declaration and both twins rocked slowly together on the bed.

“Tomi?”

“Yes Bill?”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes Bill.”

I hope you liked it :) Drop a comment if you have a moment. Happy New Year!

FanFiction (Prologue) Just Do It

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:15:56 GMT

I'm new to this site but I'm not new to writing. I just thought I would spread my work a little more so here I am. This is a Tokio Hotel FanFic and it is not in fact my first one but my second, and a work in progress. I just think my first one is pretty much a piece of rubbish until very far on into it. Once I have finished editting my first Fic I may perhaps post it on here. I hope you enjoy this, it's quite light and nothing amazing but it would be lovely to hear what people thought. Thank you so much :)

(Bill’s POV)

"Just go talk to her." Tom called over from his position on the couch. He sounded bored and a little exasperated as he rolled his eyes and continued to pluck lazily at his guitar that was rested across his legs.

"What? I can’t just to go talk to her." I stared at him, wide eyed.

"Oh surely not talking," he said dryly. "Why not? You’ve spent the last month gawping at her through the window and when I last checked, staring through a window never got any one a girlfriend."

I opened my mouth in response, about to deny Tom’s accusation, then closed it again; I had been. I knew it, he knew it, Georg and Gustav knew it and not to mention, the entire crew knew it.

"Urgh. But what if she doesn’t like me, or thinks I’m some crazy-ass stalker on the loose." I protested.

"Bill,’ Tom said loftily, "Firstly, are you forgetting you’re a member of Tokio Hotel? I’m pretty sure she would know who you are, therefore ruling out the crazy-ass stalker potential. Secondly, you have Kaulitz genes, you’re fucking gorgeous, plus you gotta have at least a smidgen of my gift with the ladies." He smirked at that last one.

"Toooom," I whined at his unhelpful antics. I couldn’t just go talk to her. Could I?

"Jeez, you can shake and shimmy around on a stage in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans but you can’t step out your own front door to talk to a girl." Tom mused.

I watched glumly as she rounded the corner past our studio building. I knew she’d be back though, she always was, at 6:14 every evening. She was beautiful. She had been passing our studio every weekday for the past month, I was guessing on her way to work, though I had never ventured out to discover, my paranoia at being found out preventing me.

I felt a flutter in my stomach as I recalled the first time I had laid eyes on her. Tom and I had been late for our morning session at the studio. We were working on new material and it was all a bit hectic, band and crew both running about the place like maniacs.

Tom had forgotten his guitar, and seeing as that was an essential within the band we had had to run back for it in the car, I had no choice but to go with him because there was no way that I was letting him drive my car. I would have felt guilty but I knew he would be the same, probably worse; I was barely allowed a sip of water in his car. As I pulled out the drive I had nearly thrown me and Tom out through the front screen of the car. I had slammed my brakes on and the car had screeched as I’d only seen in the movies up until that point. I girl had stepped out in front of the car just as I’d been about to head off into the road. She yelped in fright and leapt backwards, onto the pavement behind her, clutching at her bag and short trench coat that was wrapped delicately around her little body.

I had nearly stopped breathing, both because I had nearly killed someone and because I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl. She was so beautiful, coco hair waving gently down her back, eyes huge in shock and fear. She waited for a few moments, squinting through the sun, trying to see through the glare and catch a glimpse of the two of us sitting behind the glaze.

She tentatively took a step out into the road again and when she had decided it was safe to continue, she crossed, looking pale and shaken.

It had not been until she had disappeared round the corner of the building that Tom hissed, ‘Scheisse.’

I had nodded, heart still hammering, though not altogether unpleasantly.

And every day since then I had taken up the position on the armchair I had strategically dragged beside the window. Everyday she passed into town, and everyday she went back home.

I groaned and flopped my head onto my arms.

"Bill, if you don’t get your butt down there tonight I’m gonna go ask her out myself." Tom muttered quietly from his cosy corner.

"You wouldn’t!" I gasped and raised my head sharply, staring at him.

"I would." Tom raised his eyebrows seriously.

I shook my head incredulously. If Tom would do it, I would have to do it first. There was no way I was letting him get this girl.

"What are you two rays of sunshine up to?" Georg had sauntered in, holding a slice of cold pizza.

‘Nothing,’ I replied dully, resting my chin heavily on my arms that were crossed over the arm of the chair again.

"Not still gawping at your girlfriend are you? By the way does she actually know she’s being stalked yet?" Georg queried, dumping himself next to my twin on the sofa, playing mock innocent which elicited a laugh from Tom.

I flipped Georg and Tom the middle finger salute and huffed into my sleeves leaving them to chuckle over their own pitiless amusement.

I stood up suddenly and announced, "I’m going to talk to her tonight."

"Wehay!" Georg wooped and slapped a high five as Tom held up his palm.

"You two are just jealous because you’re not getting any action." I grumbled sulkily.

"Whatever. Me and Georg get a whole bunch more action than you do. The only action I’ve seen you get recently is with your relationship with that armchair and the window," he scoffed.

"Fuck you." I cursed as Georg snorted with laughter, "You won’t be laughing when I come back with a girlfriend every night. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready." I pouted.

"Ready for what?" Gustav had appeared in the doorway.

"Bill seems to think he’s got a date in the bag." Tom smirked at me from under his cap, flicking a tongue out to nudge his lip ring.

"Oh, finally going to talk to that girl today?" Gustav raised his eyebrows in surprise.

I groaned. Was I that predictable?

"Yup, reckons he is." Tom said sincerely.

Tom was infuriating. "I am going to talk to her, I swear!"

"Don’t forget your name," Tom called after me as I stalked out the room, pissed at the boyish teasing.

I loved my brother and the band but did they always have to be so completely insensitive when it came to my feelings? Especially when it came to girls, they were just so crude.

I supposed Gustav wasn’t that bad. I sighed and headed upstairs to where we slept when getting back home was tricky or inconvenient.

I was going to talk to her tonight, Tom and Georg had made up my mind with their mocking, and irritating humour.

The rest of the day passed mostly pleasantly, we worked on a couple of new songs and didn’t hit too many barriers with our music making. The only interruptions of my otherwise enjoyable day were the odd bouts of laughter that would take over Tom and Georg whenever they cracked one of their wise ass jokes about me and her.

At 5:14 I made my way back up to our room, scrambling around through the detritus of four boys mess, I gathered together an entirely different outfit from the one I was dressed in now and piled myself into the bathroom with my clothes heap.

When I departed from the bathroom forty five minutes later I had on a full ensemble of black eye make-up, jewellery and straightened hair that had been sprayed for a little extra bounce.

"Jeez Bill. You’re only going to talk to her." Tom rolled his eyes at my now made-up face and new wardrobe as I slipped into the kitchen.

"Shut up." I mumbled, turning towards the fridge to hide the blush creeping over my face, I pulled out a carton of juice and gulped some down, welcoming the refreshing sensation it caused as it flowed through my body.

"Your breath’s gonna smell of juice now. She might have a phobia of fruit." Tom spoke from his perch on the counter top.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands, eyes wide.

"Bill! Calm down, I was joking," Tom sighed.

Before he could go any further, I hurried back upstairs, glancing at the clock displayed over Gustav’s bed, I had time. I delved into my many bags and pockets, hoping to come across some gum or mints to freshen up my probably now reeking breath. I swore when my searches turned up with no prize and shot into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste and scrubbing away at my teeth and tongue.

A few minutes later I returned to the kitchen to find a sniggering Georg with a sheepish but very amused looking Tom.

Georg laughed even harder when he looked up to see me.

"What?" I snapped.

"Tom just told me about your fruity breath." He grinned.

"Urgh you two are fucking twats." I spun and stormed out the room, curling up on my usual spot on the armchair by the window.

"Bill, don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll love you." A quiet voice arrived at my ears from the couch.

I glanced up to see Gustav sitting there, rifling through a music magazine.

"Thanks," I mumbled, then adding, "I’m really nervous."

"Don’t be, you’re quite the charmer." Gustav said playfully.

I laughed softly before worrying aloud, "I wish."

"It’s true. Oh shit, you had better go." I followed his gaze out the window.

"What? Schiesse!" She was already appearing at the other end of our studio, "She’s early!" I yelped as I shot a brief look at the clock, only 6:12.

"Remember your name’s Bill." Tom called uselessly from the kitchen, ‘Don’t use my name. Though if you like, you can use my number.’ I heard him and Georg snicker away together again which was shortly followed by the sound of another palm on palm slap.

"Fuck you ass-holes!" I shouted before skidding to a halt in front of the door, I yanked it open and flew across the lawn.

I came to an unsteady stop.

Right in front of her.

I gulped nervously.

"Oh, um, hello," She smiled at me, a little sparkle in her eyes that were shining a lovely green.

"Hey." I ducked my head, silently cursing my increasingly flushed cheeks.

"Um, are you ok?" She asked softly.

"What? Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was wondering, I was wondering", I frowned at the ground; what the hell was I wondering?! "I was wondering if, if you would... "

"Uhuh?" She prompted, sounding a little eager, I was sure.

"I was wondering if you would like to go for a meal sometime. Or go catch a movie. Or both. Ehm, with me?" I flustered extremely fast, hoping she could interpret my nonsensical garble.

"Oh, yeah, I of course, yeah, um." It was her turn to flush pink, she looked so very cute, she took a quavering breath before finishing, "I would love to."

"Really? Ahem," I cleared my throat, lowering my voice as I did so in an attempt to sound nonchalant, "That’s cool."

"Shall I give you my number?" She reached into her bag as she spoke, obviously searching for pen and paper.

"Ehm, yeah I guess." My masculine tone had died as my heart fluttered; she wanted to give me her number! I could have wooped into the sky right then. But instead I managed to stay cool and collected and scribbled mine down for her after receiving her own number and storing it safely in my back pocket.

"So, call me." She smiled up at me, I suddenly realised how much taller I was. Being over 6 foot had never before seemed an issue, but now I felt long limbed and gangly as I towered above her petite frame, she could have easily nestled cosily under my chin. I felt a sudden desire to have her do so and cleared my throat again, swinging my arms a little, unsure what to do with them.

"Yeah, cool. I will." I returned the smile as warmly as I could and stared at her, not wanting to leave but at the same time desperate to go back and tell Tom and the others, mostly Tom.

"Don’t forget shoes next time though." She giggled shyly as I watched her turn the corner and disappear. I finally peered down at my feet, the black socks were muddied and soaking; I had forgotten shoes. What a fucking prick.

"How’d it go?" Tom asked, sounding genuinely curious as I shut the door behind me.

"I forgot shoes." I hung my head a little dejectedly.

"Haha no way! Awww Billi." Tom chuckled and hopped over to me. I wasn’t in the mood to put up with his annoying banter he and Georg usually saved for moments like this so I made as if to push him away. I was surprised therefore, when arms enveloped me, pulling me into a gentle, brotherly hug.

I buried my head into his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Don’t worry, better luck next time." Tom said softly over my shoulder.

"What do you mean ‘better luck next time’?!" I squawked, though it was muffled against the skin of his neck.

"Huh? Well I thought... " He trailed off.

"I got her number and a date!"

Tom released me, grinning in a shocked way, "No way! Are you serious?" He gaped at me.

"Shut up, and you didn’t think it had gone well." I muttered and pouted, pretending to be pissed at Tom.

"Well, you said no shoes so I guess, I just assumed." He looked disbelievingly at me.

"Urgh, whatever. I got a number, I got a number." I chanted, dancing around Tom and waving the little scrap of paper with her number scrawled neatly across it as he stood, still dumbfounded, "gutted!" I added and pulled Tom’s cap down over his eyes.

"What’s her name?" He finally managed after huffing and replacing his precious cap neatly on top of his dreads.

"Oh Shit."

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