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steins_stories) wrote2009-03-14 02:45 am
steins_stories) wrote2009-03-14 02:45 am
Entry tags:
Epiphany, NC17, Bill/Georg, Georg/OFC, Bill/OFC/Georg, 2/10
Title: Epiphany
Author:
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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.
Georg groaned as the sun beamed mercilessly through his little bunk window and right into his eyes. He squeezed his eyelids tight and flopped over, praying for a few more hours of sleep. But it was too late; he had woken up enough he could feel his bladder ready to overflow. He sighed, knowing once he was up, he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.
The bus seemed to shift a little as he crawled out of his bunk. They weren’t moving, but Georg was so tired that he still swayed slightly when he stood up. He’d gone right to bed after his shower, feeling embarrassed by his reaction to Bill. He didn’t think he could handle being anywhere but his bunk after that.
Still, Georg had found himself lying awake long after Bill had gone to bed, and had finally fallen asleep just a few hours before the sun had come up.
Unsteadily making his way to the bathroom, his thoughts settled again on these feelings he had developed. They must have built up so slowly that when he recognized his desire, he was overwhelmed with shock and fear.
It didn’t matter. There was nothing he could do about what he was feeling. Bill was his friend, he’d argued with himself. There was no way he could let his feelings get in the way of that friendship. Even if the sight of Bill made his belly twist deliciously. Even if Bill’s musk and sandalwood scent made his dick so hard that it hurt. Even if the slightest touch of Bill’s soft hand could steal the breath from his chest. Georg knew that he couldn’t let some silly crush jeopardize what they’d worked so hard to achieve.
As he finished up in the bathroom, he sighed again, not relishing the thought of having to go out that morning and trying to pretend that everything was normal when he was feeling anything but normal. He dressed slowly, took a deep breath, and went to find breakfast.
~~~~ooo~~~~
Tom staggered out of his bunk in the early afternoon.
“Hey,” he nodded toward Georg, “Coffee?”
Georg pointed toward the kitchenette. He didn’t bother to remove the headphones he’d been using to listen to a dvd on his laptop. The bassist knew it would be a while before Tom would be awake and civil enough to talk to anyone, anyway.
Georg had scouted out the most comfortable chair he could find to watch the new Angelina Jolie movie. He thought she was hot and had been looking forward to this movie for some time. It seemed he was too comfortable and warm, though, and before long, the laptop screen started to blur as his heavy eyelids closed. Not even his head falling against the back of the chair was enough to stir him.
The movie finished, and through the silence and dark curtain of his slumber, Georg became aware of a pressure against his thigh. As he started to awaken, he sensed a presence hovering over him…and smelled Bill.
His eyes flew open with a start, and he found Bill leaning over him. Georg inhaled sharply; his lips were just a breath away from Bill’s neck. Scared to move, scared of what he might do, Georg froze.
Bill sensed the tension coming from the man who had been sleeping so peacefully moments before, and pulled back to look in Georg’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, noting the frightened look in the bassist’s eyes, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He flashed Georg a warm smile.
Georg’s heart melted at the sight of the raven beauty so close to him. Bill was dressed for the day, his hair down but fluffy and his face made up flawlessly. Bill’s breath caressed his cheeks, and Georg felt the heat spread from his heart to his loins. He made a small, desperate noise in the back of his throat and his hands came up to grasp Bill’s small waist. Before they could reach their target, Bill reached back over Georg’s lap to the side table beyond and retrieved his own laptop.
“I just wanted to get this,” Bill smiled again and stood up. Georg’s hands dropped quickly, and he prayed Bill hadn’t noticed. As the singer turned and walked away, Georg exhaled loudly. His blood was singing in his veins, but Georg was more scared than ever.
The bassist bolted up from his seat, barely catching the laptop before it hit the floor. He threw his headphones off and into the chair with the laptop, and went in search of Tom. He needed to get out of here. He needed to find a gorgeous, willing woman to take his mind off the man he wanted so desperately. Tom was always up for a night on the town. And women were drawn to Tom like children to candy.
Georg found the dreadlocked blonde in the media room, watching music television with the sound down. Tom glanced over at him as he plopped down on the opposite couch.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty! Check out the ass on this chick!”
Georg could hardly focus on the screen and the dancer Tom was drooling over,
“Yeah. Hot,” he said with little enthusiasm, “You wanna hit some clubs tonight? I need to get out of here, and I could definitely use a treat like that, “ he gestured to the big screen.
Tom chuckled and stabbed his thumb over the remote control’s power button,
“Definitely. We’re on.”
~~~ooo~~~
From the corner of their dark booth, Georg and Tom could see the entire dance floor, and more importantly, the girls on it. Scantily-clad women of all colors, ages and shapes were grooving and grinding against laughing girlfriends. Their heads were thrown back, drowning in the ecstasy the music poured into them. Purple and blue lights danced over the girls, spotlighting tantalizingly exposed skin, and George realized that he could have his pick of anyone out there. Time to dive in, he thought.
“I’m off to get another drink. Wanna do a shot?” he offered as he slid out of the booth.
“Yeah. Tequila with a setup and another beer. The same for the lady,” Tom answered, then buried his face again in the neck of the busty blonde attached to his waist.
Georg decided to get a closer look at the girls on the dance floor, and the journey to the bar felt like foreplay. Writhing bodies pressed against him; anonymous, deviant hands caressed him with soft, secret strokes. His breath quickened and he was glad when he reached the calm sanctuary of the bar.
Georg placed their order and as he turned to see if he could find a less pornographic path back to their booth, he bumped into the women standing too close behind him. He caught himself and rocked back on his feet.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were there!” George apologized quickly.
While the other two girls giggled, the third smirked at him. She had long, chestnut hair and looked deadly in a green, low-cut tank top and black jeans. When his eyes made their way back up to her blue ones, she tilted her head at him,
“The idea is to sweep us off our feet, not knock us off them,” she said, and winked at him.
Witty, he thought, and feisty. He liked feisty. He was about to ask her to join them when the bartender tapped him on the shoulder,
“Order’s up.”
Georg paid quickly and turned around with his tray of tequila and beer. She was gone. He scanned the crowd, expecting she couldn’t have gone far, but she had vanished. He shrugged and carefully navigated his way through a less crowded section of the club.
Tom was still making out with Malibu Barbie. Georg noticed she had succulent lips around Tom’s earlobe, and Tom’s hand was inside the front of her tank top. Georg kicked the booth next to the oblivious pair.
“Hey!” he laughed, setting the tray of drinks on the table, “Come up for air and do this shot with me.”
Tom sat back, laughing and breathing hard. The blond blushed a deep pink.
Tom and Georg enjoyed the ritual of doing a shot of tequila, but it was not something Barbie had tried before. Tom passed out the shots and setups; he was going to teach her.
“Ready?” he looked at the girl sitting so close to him she was almost sitting in his lap. She giggled and nodded.
“Let’s do this,” he said. Tom showed her his hand and pointed to the area below his thumb, “First, you have to lick here.”
Barbie grabbed Tom’s hand and suckled his palm wetly. Tom turned to Georg, eyes wide and a smile blooming on his face,
“I like this one!”
Georg burst out in a belly laugh and he watched Tom turn to Barbie and lick her palm in turn.
“Now salt it,” Tom instructed, and he tapped a layer of coarse crystals over the wet spot on his hand. He salted hers, too, and Georg followed with his own.
“Have your lemon ready to grab so you can suck on it right after the shot. Ready?” Tom asked. Barbie nodded.
“Now you’re ready for the tequila,” he said. They picked up their shot glasses and the boys leaned toward each other,
“To beautiful women!” Georg toasted, winking at Barbie.
“To beautiful, willing women!” Tom corrected.
Barbie blushed a deeper shade of pink and giggled as she clinked her glass with the boys’.
“Now lick the salt, drink the tequila fast and suck that lemon!” Tom said, and threw his head back as the shot slid down his throat. Barbie and Georg quickly followed suit.
As he watched Tom pick up his lemon slice and shove the sour flesh between Barbie’s gasping lips, Georg reached for his own lemon.
His fingers never found it. Instead, he spotted the girl from the bar. She was on the dance floor with her friends, very near them. Georg choked and sputtered while he watched the three girls dancing sensually with each other. The two blondes had sandwiched the brunette between them, the one behind ground her groin against the darker girl’s ass.
The blonde in front had wedged a knee between the girl’s legs, and dirty danced with her, grinding her hip against the brunette’s crotch. All the while, the blondes were caressing each other around their friend.
Georg reached blindly again for the lemon wedge and brought it, dripping, to his lips. Yeah, he thought as his groin tightened, that’s the one I need.
He sucked the wedge dry as his eyes caressed every inch of the girl he was determined to fuck.
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