Shower, R, Linke/Bill
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steins_storiesTitle: Shower
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steinsgrrl
Fandom: Panik/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: R
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Just a little Linke/Bill, by request.
Author's Note: Formieka_writes, who requested Linke/?, wet and happy.
Linke closed his eyes and held his head back under the hard spray of the shower. The massaging jets felt good against his sensitive skin and even better against the sore muscles beneath it. He smiled as he thought of how those muscles had ended up so sore and he pushed his head back further, hot water rushing down his face.
He’d left his lover curled up asleep on their bed and that’s where he imagined the man would still be when Linke was done with his shower. His groin tightened at the memory of how he’d ravished the young man, how he’d trembled under Linke’s skilled fingers and tongue and how he’d been so tight around Linke’s cock that he could almost believe the virgin stories he’d heard about the guy. Almost. Because no one who was that good at making him come so quickly that Linke had blushed, feeling like some fumbling teenager getting his first piece of ass, could possibly be a virgin. Linke was not disappointed that the PR spin was bullshit.
Turning toward the spray and tipped his face into it, eyes closed tightly, he smiled when he heard the scrape of the shower curtain rings being pulled back and then closed again. Two slim arms wrapped around him from behind, one hand reaching up to settle over Linke’s chest, the other rubbing across his belly to his groin.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Linke breathed out on a moan. “How many times do you think I can go in a twenty-four hour period, anyway? I‘ll be shooting pure air soon.” He captured his lover’s hands, pulling caressing fingers off his soapy skin, pulling them up to press kissing into the pale wrists. Steam rose around them, heating the moist air, and hotter, slick skin pressed into his back. The black curls were nudged off his neck and teeth nipped at his nape. Linke could feel an erection rising between his legs, and it wasn’t his.
“God.” His gritty whisper was all but lost in the thunder of the water on the porcelain. He forced himself to pull away and turn in his lover’s arms. “Bill, you know this isn’t just about the sex, right?”
Bill hummed and lowered his lashes with a blush before tucking his face into Linke’s neck, breathing hotly against wet skin. “I know. It’s just…”
Bill’s arms tightened reflexively around Linke and he knew why Bill had been all over him from the moment Linke had opened the door to him last night.
Stroking a pruny palm down Bill’s hair, he pulled back and caught Bill’s eye. “Is this what we talked about on the phone? You’re still nervous about telling everyone about us?”
Bill looked startled and Linke had to rephrase. “The bands and managers, not the fans.” He chuckled and raised a brow. “I’m not crazy enough to think we should tell the fan girls that Bill Kaulitz is in love with some guy. Your fans are batshit, baby.” He pursed his lips, holding his laugh in, and nodded like he was telling Bill something he didn’t already know.
Bill snorted a laugh and cupped Linke’s cheeks, bringing him closer for a long, sweet kiss. “I worry too much.”
“You do and I think it’s time you stopped. Let me worry about things for a while.” Linke gathered the slim man close to him when his lover started to shiver. The water flowed over both of them and Bill melted into him. “’Cause that’s what couples do, Bill. They share the worry and work along with the love.”
Linke nuzzled under Bill’s ear, water flowing between his lips and his man’s skin until Linke opened his mouth to tongue that soft, wet skin. Bill gasped and trailed manicured nails down Linke’s back and around until he’d wrapped long fingers around thin hips and pulled him sensually into his groin.
Groaning into Bill’s ear, Linke lifted his lover’s slim leg and wrapped it around his back. “You win. Once more. But then we have calls to make.”
Bill smiled and scraped his teeth hard over Linke’s shoulder, and the bigger man couldn’t hold back his whimper. Even if the batshit fans found out, Linke thought, Bill would be worth it.
Author:
steinsgrrlFandom: Panik/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: R
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Just a little Linke/Bill, by request.
Author's Note: For
mieka_writes, who requested Linke/?, wet and happy.Linke closed his eyes and held his head back under the hard spray of the shower. The massaging jets felt good against his sensitive skin and even better against the sore muscles beneath it. He smiled as he thought of how those muscles had ended up so sore and he pushed his head back further, hot water rushing down his face.
He’d left his lover curled up asleep on their bed and that’s where he imagined the man would still be when Linke was done with his shower. His groin tightened at the memory of how he’d ravished the young man, how he’d trembled under Linke’s skilled fingers and tongue and how he’d been so tight around Linke’s cock that he could almost believe the virgin stories he’d heard about the guy. Almost. Because no one who was that good at making him come so quickly that Linke had blushed, feeling like some fumbling teenager getting his first piece of ass, could possibly be a virgin. Linke was not disappointed that the PR spin was bullshit.
Turning toward the spray and tipped his face into it, eyes closed tightly, he smiled when he heard the scrape of the shower curtain rings being pulled back and then closed again. Two slim arms wrapped around him from behind, one hand reaching up to settle over Linke’s chest, the other rubbing across his belly to his groin.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Linke breathed out on a moan. “How many times do you think I can go in a twenty-four hour period, anyway? I‘ll be shooting pure air soon.” He captured his lover’s hands, pulling caressing fingers off his soapy skin, pulling them up to press kissing into the pale wrists. Steam rose around them, heating the moist air, and hotter, slick skin pressed into his back. The black curls were nudged off his neck and teeth nipped at his nape. Linke could feel an erection rising between his legs, and it wasn’t his.
“God.” His gritty whisper was all but lost in the thunder of the water on the porcelain. He forced himself to pull away and turn in his lover’s arms. “Bill, you know this isn’t just about the sex, right?”
Bill hummed and lowered his lashes with a blush before tucking his face into Linke’s neck, breathing hotly against wet skin. “I know. It’s just…”
Bill’s arms tightened reflexively around Linke and he knew why Bill had been all over him from the moment Linke had opened the door to him last night.
Stroking a pruny palm down Bill’s hair, he pulled back and caught Bill’s eye. “Is this what we talked about on the phone? You’re still nervous about telling everyone about us?”
Bill looked startled and Linke had to rephrase. “The bands and managers, not the fans.” He chuckled and raised a brow. “I’m not crazy enough to think we should tell the fan girls that Bill Kaulitz is in love with some guy. Your fans are batshit, baby.” He pursed his lips, holding his laugh in, and nodded like he was telling Bill something he didn’t already know.
Bill snorted a laugh and cupped Linke’s cheeks, bringing him closer for a long, sweet kiss. “I worry too much.”
“You do and I think it’s time you stopped. Let me worry about things for a while.” Linke gathered the slim man close to him when his lover started to shiver. The water flowed over both of them and Bill melted into him. “’Cause that’s what couples do, Bill. They share the worry and work along with the love.”
Linke nuzzled under Bill’s ear, water flowing between his lips and his man’s skin until Linke opened his mouth to tongue that soft, wet skin. Bill gasped and trailed manicured nails down Linke’s back and around until he’d wrapped long fingers around thin hips and pulled him sensually into his groin.
Groaning into Bill’s ear, Linke lifted his lover’s slim leg and wrapped it around his back. “You win. Once more. But then we have calls to make.”
Bill smiled and scraped his teeth hard over Linke’s shoulder, and the bigger man couldn’t hold back his whimper. Even if the batshit fans found out, Linke thought, Bill would be worth it.
