Bill picked it up and raised it to Tom, the beads of condensation running down the side of the glass bottle...He brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it, the ice cold beverage flowing into his mouth.

No offense, but that's completely un-German. I doubt Bill or Tom would be able to find beer anything more than chilled anywhere unless it was an Irish or Australian pub or an ex-pat bar. Though you did say the menu was in English. Sorry, that just stuck out to me.

I loved this line: He sighed into it, feeling the tingle where they touched, feeling the burning in his belly and the ache in his groin, and Tom remembered how it felt to want.