steins_stories

Title: Epiphany
Author: steinsgrrl
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary:Georg is terrified when he realizes the extent of his feelings for Bill. He can only run for so long.
Author's Note: This was my first fic in 25 years. Beautiful banner by

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Georg watched the singer from the side of the stage.

Blackness enveloped the stadium, and the crowd roared around them, frantically urging the band to continue. The bassist’s eyes followed him as Bill trotted to the middle of the stage and stopped. The lion-maned rock star threw his head back, his eyes closed tightly. Georg stopped breathing, taken in by the singer’s beautiful, almost orgasmic expression. Watching Bill soak up the love and adoration that poured from the audience felt like he was intruding on a very private moment. He felt a little twist in his belly and took an unconscious step toward the singer.

One beat…

Two beats…

Three beats…

Four beats…

The stage lights flashed brightly in his eyes as Bill began to sing again, and Georg was suddenly blinded. He tried to hide his pain by squinting and looking down at his bass, but as soon as he could, he was searching again for Bill’s lithe figure.

The boys had always taken energy and encouragement from each other on stage. Along with the screaming crowd, their grins and nods to each other pumped them up. Bill danced and strutted to each one of them in turn, gyrating in front of Gustav’s drums, grinding playfully against Tom, and singing to Georg. But lately, Georg realized that the air changed, became electric, when Bill came to his side of the stage. He began to spend less time watching the girls in the front rows and more time watching Bill. He began to wait for the moments when Bill was closer to him, just to feel that jump in his belly, just to feel that catch in his breath, just to breathe Bill’s air.

Even when it looked like he wasn’t watching, he was.

~~~~oooo~~~~

Four weary boys trudged up the stairs into the bus later that night. The concert had gone really well, and they were still pumped when they came off the stage. They had decided to play some table tennis to relax a little bit, but after a few games, they realized they were exhausted. All they wanted to do was get back to the bus and collapse.

Tom headed immediately for his bunk, cell phone already flipped open and dialing. Georg and Gustav plopped down in the media room and Bill made straight for the shower. Bill was not one to ever sit around in sweaty clothes, and if his make-up wasn’t perfect, it had to come off.

Gustav grabbed the remote control for their new satellite system.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asked Georg, while flipping quickly through the channels.

“Nothing, man. I really don’t care,” Georg sighed.

Trying to play well, put on a good show for the audience, and keep up with Bill for two hours had zapped all his energy. He just wanted to hang out, relax, and let his mind wander. Unfortunately, his mind just wanted to wander back to Bill in the shower. The image of a wet, naked Bill flashed through his head and to his dismay, not only did his stomach flip, his groin started to tighten.

Georg caught his breath and sat up quickly, a surprised look on his face. Gustav glanced over at him, “What’s up with you?”

“It’s…uh, nothing. Really. I think I strained a muscle up there tonight.” Georg blushed and looked down.

“You better have your shower next then. See if you can relax and work that kink out.” Gustav offered.

Georg swallowed a groan. Yeah, he thought, picturing Bill in the shower again, maybe I do have a kink that needs working out. He shook his head, amazed he had thought such a thing, wondering when he’d started having these perverted thoughts about his friend.

Georg had known Bill since Bill was all of eleven years old, and Georg was just a couple years older. He’d always thought of Bill as one of his best friends, almost a little brother. How had he come to see Bill as something alluring? Something beautiful? Something sacred?

“What are you watching?” Bill asked from the doorway, startling Georg. His head whipped around to see Bill dressed again, in a blue track suit. His face was scrubbed clean of make-up and his hair dripped water on him as he climbed over Georg to sit next to him.

“We haven’t decided. Georg is too tired to care, and I guess I am, too,” Gustav placed the remote in the center of the table, “You guys watch whatever you want. I’m going to bed.”

Before either of them could respond, Gustav was out the door, and Georg was suddenly alone with Bill. And achingly aware of how good Bill smelled, how good he looked.

Bill grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels himself. Facing the television at the end of the bus, he looked back over his shoulder at Georg,

“I’m in the mood for a good scary movie. How about you?”

Georg swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. Finally he croaked, “Yeah, whatever you want.”

Bill turned again to look inquisitively at him, “Are you alright? You don’t sound so good.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…strained a muscle tonight, “ Georg replied, pulling a face.

“Hmm..” Bill smiled and the bassist melted. “Maybe you should go take your shower. That will loosen you right up. It always works for me.”

Georg began to choke a little and covered it with a cough. Bill raised an eyebrow at him.

“No,” Georg said, “I’m okay.” He chuckled lightly, “Let’s find a movie.”

Bill shrugged and turned back toward the television. He settled on a channel playing a new torture flick, drew his knees up to his chest, and lay his head on the back of the seat. Georg found himself again watching Bill. Such a different Bill than the rock star he saw on stage every other night. This Bill was not fierce. This Bill was silly and made everyone laugh. This Bill was sweet and generous. This Bill was soft, almost fragile.

Georg found himself staring at the soft skin of Bill’s neck, right below his ear. His fingers itched to reach out and softly stroke that tantalizing spot. His fingers knew how that would feel and it was everything he could do not to bridge that distance. He had the urge to bury his nose in Bill’s neck, to discover the heady scent that was just Bill. He wanted to taste that spot. His tongue knew how Bill would taste, and he had to…

Georg’s hand suddenly seemed to have a will of it’s own, and he found himself reaching out to touch the skin he had been craving.

Bill turned his head to look at Georg and Georg’s hand froze. What was he doing? Panicking a little and trying to cover his gesture, Georg put his hand on Bill’s shoulder as he hoisted himself off the couch.

“You know, I think you’re right. I’m gonna go take that shower now.”

Bill feigned outrage, “What the hell, Georg? You’re gonna leave me in here to watch a horror movie alone? You know I won’t sleep tonight!”

Georg laughed, “Yeah, I’m so mean to you, I know. But I’ll take pity on you and get Tom to come baby-sit.”

Bill grinned at him, “Thanks. How sweet of you,” and stuck his tongue out at him. His tongue-stud glinted, and Georg turned away quickly.

He realized that his stomach was queasy as he headed back to the bunks to talk to Tom. His adrenaline had really been pumping from the close call with Bill. He made himself stop and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Just go shower, he thought, get away from Bill for tonight. You’re just tired, you haven’t been with a girl in a while. Things will be different in the morning.

~~~~oooo~~~~

But when Georg was in the shower, all he could think of was Bill in the shower.
He didn’t want to, but he did.

And the more he thought of Bill in the shower, the harder his dick got.
He didn’t want it to, but it did.

And when he couldn’t stand the aching in his groin anymore, he stroked himself slowly.
And when his strokes sped up and his balls tightened, he held his breath, and was afraid he would come sighing Bill’s name.

He didn’t want to, but he did.

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