Lost and Found, G, Bill/Georg
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steins_storiesTitle: Lost and Found
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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: G
Warnings: So much schmoop, you better have your toothbrush handy
Summary: Bill and Georg get lost on a camping trip. It turns out, they don't mind.
Author's Note: Written for Fluff Friday. :)
Bill figured it was all his fault.
After all, Bill had been the one that’d had to stop and pee; Bill had been nervous about strange animal noises and had made Georg stay behind with him; Bill had been the one that had insisted they veer off the path they’d seen Tom and Gustav take, just so Bill could check out the local flora.
Yep, it was pretty much Bill’s fault, but there was no way he was taking the blame for it.
“You should have told me the guys were leaving, I’d have hurried up!” Bill threw his hands into the air in exasperation, looking around at the trees that seemed to close in on them.
“I told you we needed to go. You said, and I quote, ‘I can’t piss any faster!’” Georg shrugged, also looking around them, but for a different reason than Bill. “I yelled at them that we’d be right there, but obviously they didn’t hear me.”
Bill huffed and blew at a stray strand of hair that was sticking to his sweaty face. He dropped his backpack to the ground and it landed with a thud. It was stuffed with an extra fluffy sleeping bag, Bill’s entire makeup case--because he insisted that it had to go with, even if he didn’t wear it, because he never knew when he’d need it--and more candy and soda than was healthy for four people, let alone one man. The total of all of these meant that Bill’s backpack probably weighed more than Bill himself.
Georg was not about to let Bill off the hook. He’d been told to pack only the things he absolutely needed, and Georg didn’t think a two pound bag of Skittles and a two liter of Mt. Dew qualified.
“Get your bag; we’re going back up the trail, up to the top of the hill.” Georg hoisted his backpack up higher, settling it firmly on his shoulders, and adjusted the waist strap. He set off in the direction they’d come from and had just gotten halfway up the hill when Bill caught up with him.
“Dammit, don’t walk so fast!” Bill plucked at the sleeve of Georg’s pullover. “This bag is heavy!”
Georg snorted and kept walking. Bill glared at the back of Georg’s head, his hair pulled back to the nape of his neck, and he could see the fine sheen of sweat that had developed on his friend’s skin. He pulled at the neck of his tee shirt and thought about taking it off when he suddenly tripped, landing face down with and ‘oof’ on the forest floor.
Bill lay there for a moment, rolling slowly and painfully onto his back, considering his options. He realized there weren’t many. He could get up and follow that damn big bassist of theirs, sweating and cursing, now hurting, and just generally being lost. Or, he could lie here for a while, stare up at the trees and the little bit of sky he could see between them. Maybe if he lay still long enough, animals would come check him out. Birds, squirrels, maybe deer. What else was in the forest? Wolves, probably. Bill’s eyes widened. Wait. Wolves?!
Bill scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain from his bruised knees and shoulder, and sprinted up the trail to catch up with Georg. Panting, he grabbed Georg’s arm and pulled him to a stop. He dropped his head on Georg’s shoulder and breathed hard against his pullover, Georg’s hands finding Bill’s hips to steady him.
“Just…” Bill panted, absolutely winded, “…gimme a second.”
Georg’s response was hesitant and Bill could feel the tension in his friend as Bill let go of Georg’s shoulders and skimmed his hands down to his hips. “Yeah. Okay.”
Bill held on, his breathing finally slowing, and Bill realized what he’d done.
He’d crossed the line.
There were ways you could behave with your friends, and ways you could touch them that were appropriate. There were ways you didn’t touch your friends, if they are just friends. If you didn’t want them to know that you had feelings for them, had had feelings for them for some time now, and that you wanted nothing more than to be held by them, touched by them, kissed by them. And there was a line between the appropriate and inappropriate.
Bill had finally gone too far, and he’d crossed the line.
He groaned softly in his throat, frustrated with himself for losing control, scared of Georg’s reaction, and excited that he was actually touching the man that he’d crushed so hard on for so long.
Bill just wouldn’t be Bill, though, if he didn’t know how to take an opportunity when it came up. Yes, there were things to be hesitant about; yes, this could be devastating to their friendship and their careers, but Bill was all about taking a chance and he wasn’t about to change now.
He turned his head slowly, his breathing shallow to the point of almost not breathing at all until he inhaled. His belly clenched and he breathed Georg in deep, smelling the musk and berry and pine, and he thought no one else could smell so masculine and so good.
Bill closed his eyes and moved his head just the slightest bit until his nose touched damp skin and he softly pressed his lips against Georg’s neck.
Georg sucked in a breath and squeezed Bill’s hips, pulling him flush against his waist. Bill was too tall to stand so close and kiss Georg there without bending, so he moved his lips in small, sensuous kisses up Georg’s jaw, stopping when he got to his lips.
Bill pulled back then, his face feeling hot, and he didn’t know if it was from exertion or because he was so close to Georg, but he didn’t really care. He was going to do this. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this, but he was going to do this.
Georg watched him, his eyes dark and his look heavy, as Bill leaned down to him again. Bill didn’t want to miss any of this first kiss and he didn’t close his eyes until he saw Georg’s lids slide closed, and then he couldn’t think about anything but the fact that his lips were brushing against Georg’s.
They were a little chapped but they were so soft and pliant and Bill pressed his lips onto them a little harder. He lapped at Georg with the tip of his tongue, wanting in so badly but not wanting to push where he wasn’t wanted, and he sighed though his nose when Georg opened up to him. If Bill could have drunk Georg’s taste, he would have, and he eagerly explored his mouth, Georg tasting him deeply.
Bill slid his hands up Georg’s chest and pushed himself back slightly. Their kiss broke softly and Bill found himself searching Georg’s eyes. He’d given as good as he’d gotten from Bill, but Bill could be as insecure as the next guy. He needed reassurance.
Georg seemed to watch him for a moment, before he fisted his hand into the front of Bill’s tee shirt and pulled him back down for another kiss, this one hotter than the last. Bill moaned into it, crushing himself to Georg and twining his fingers through Georg’s hair.
When they pulled apart, neither of them could catch a full breath. Georg’s fingers tightened on Bills’ hips before skimming up and down his sides, the soft cotton material of the tee shirt sticking to Bill’s sweaty skin.
“God, why didn’t you tell me?” Georg breathed into Bill’s chest, heaving beneath his lips.
“I was scared.” Bill nuzzled his nose into Georg’s hair. He couldn’t seem to get enough of his scent. “I didn’t know how you’d feel about it. I was scared of rejection.”
Georg snorted and brought his head up to look at Bill. “You? Afraid of rejection? Since when?”
Bill felt the heat rise in his face again. “Since I realized how I felt about you.”
Georg smiled at him, a big, brilliant smile, and Bill realized it was okay. It was good, and Bill didn’t know what was going to happen with them, but they had this, and Bill could live with that for now.
Bill caught Georg’s hand and they walked to the top of the trail where they’d wait to be found. There the trees opened up and in this clearing, they could see down into the valley below. A carpet of pine needles served as their blanket as they sat on the ground and took in the scenery. The sun, still high in the sky, reflected off the lake in the distance and hawks circled above the forest. Bill had never been appreciative of the beauty of nature, but he had to admit, even if it was just to himself, that the scene below them was glorious.
But as Bill looked at Georg, how his hair glinted copper in the sun and his skin glowed with health and energy, his green eyes looking on Bill so lovingly, Bill fully believed that there was no sight more beautiful than the man before him.
Author:
steinsgrrlFandom: 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: G
Warnings: So much schmoop, you better have your toothbrush handy
Summary: Bill and Georg get lost on a camping trip. It turns out, they don't mind.
Author's Note: Written for Fluff Friday. :)
Bill figured it was all his fault.
After all, Bill had been the one that’d had to stop and pee; Bill had been nervous about strange animal noises and had made Georg stay behind with him; Bill had been the one that had insisted they veer off the path they’d seen Tom and Gustav take, just so Bill could check out the local flora.
Yep, it was pretty much Bill’s fault, but there was no way he was taking the blame for it.
“You should have told me the guys were leaving, I’d have hurried up!” Bill threw his hands into the air in exasperation, looking around at the trees that seemed to close in on them.
“I told you we needed to go. You said, and I quote, ‘I can’t piss any faster!’” Georg shrugged, also looking around them, but for a different reason than Bill. “I yelled at them that we’d be right there, but obviously they didn’t hear me.”
Bill huffed and blew at a stray strand of hair that was sticking to his sweaty face. He dropped his backpack to the ground and it landed with a thud. It was stuffed with an extra fluffy sleeping bag, Bill’s entire makeup case--because he insisted that it had to go with, even if he didn’t wear it, because he never knew when he’d need it--and more candy and soda than was healthy for four people, let alone one man. The total of all of these meant that Bill’s backpack probably weighed more than Bill himself.
Georg was not about to let Bill off the hook. He’d been told to pack only the things he absolutely needed, and Georg didn’t think a two pound bag of Skittles and a two liter of Mt. Dew qualified.
“Get your bag; we’re going back up the trail, up to the top of the hill.” Georg hoisted his backpack up higher, settling it firmly on his shoulders, and adjusted the waist strap. He set off in the direction they’d come from and had just gotten halfway up the hill when Bill caught up with him.
“Dammit, don’t walk so fast!” Bill plucked at the sleeve of Georg’s pullover. “This bag is heavy!”
Georg snorted and kept walking. Bill glared at the back of Georg’s head, his hair pulled back to the nape of his neck, and he could see the fine sheen of sweat that had developed on his friend’s skin. He pulled at the neck of his tee shirt and thought about taking it off when he suddenly tripped, landing face down with and ‘oof’ on the forest floor.
Bill lay there for a moment, rolling slowly and painfully onto his back, considering his options. He realized there weren’t many. He could get up and follow that damn big bassist of theirs, sweating and cursing, now hurting, and just generally being lost. Or, he could lie here for a while, stare up at the trees and the little bit of sky he could see between them. Maybe if he lay still long enough, animals would come check him out. Birds, squirrels, maybe deer. What else was in the forest? Wolves, probably. Bill’s eyes widened. Wait. Wolves?!
Bill scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain from his bruised knees and shoulder, and sprinted up the trail to catch up with Georg. Panting, he grabbed Georg’s arm and pulled him to a stop. He dropped his head on Georg’s shoulder and breathed hard against his pullover, Georg’s hands finding Bill’s hips to steady him.
“Just…” Bill panted, absolutely winded, “…gimme a second.”
Georg’s response was hesitant and Bill could feel the tension in his friend as Bill let go of Georg’s shoulders and skimmed his hands down to his hips. “Yeah. Okay.”
Bill held on, his breathing finally slowing, and Bill realized what he’d done.
He’d crossed the line.
There were ways you could behave with your friends, and ways you could touch them that were appropriate. There were ways you didn’t touch your friends, if they are just friends. If you didn’t want them to know that you had feelings for them, had had feelings for them for some time now, and that you wanted nothing more than to be held by them, touched by them, kissed by them. And there was a line between the appropriate and inappropriate.
Bill had finally gone too far, and he’d crossed the line.
He groaned softly in his throat, frustrated with himself for losing control, scared of Georg’s reaction, and excited that he was actually touching the man that he’d crushed so hard on for so long.
Bill just wouldn’t be Bill, though, if he didn’t know how to take an opportunity when it came up. Yes, there were things to be hesitant about; yes, this could be devastating to their friendship and their careers, but Bill was all about taking a chance and he wasn’t about to change now.
He turned his head slowly, his breathing shallow to the point of almost not breathing at all until he inhaled. His belly clenched and he breathed Georg in deep, smelling the musk and berry and pine, and he thought no one else could smell so masculine and so good.
Bill closed his eyes and moved his head just the slightest bit until his nose touched damp skin and he softly pressed his lips against Georg’s neck.
Georg sucked in a breath and squeezed Bill’s hips, pulling him flush against his waist. Bill was too tall to stand so close and kiss Georg there without bending, so he moved his lips in small, sensuous kisses up Georg’s jaw, stopping when he got to his lips.
Bill pulled back then, his face feeling hot, and he didn’t know if it was from exertion or because he was so close to Georg, but he didn’t really care. He was going to do this. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this, but he was going to do this.
Georg watched him, his eyes dark and his look heavy, as Bill leaned down to him again. Bill didn’t want to miss any of this first kiss and he didn’t close his eyes until he saw Georg’s lids slide closed, and then he couldn’t think about anything but the fact that his lips were brushing against Georg’s.
They were a little chapped but they were so soft and pliant and Bill pressed his lips onto them a little harder. He lapped at Georg with the tip of his tongue, wanting in so badly but not wanting to push where he wasn’t wanted, and he sighed though his nose when Georg opened up to him. If Bill could have drunk Georg’s taste, he would have, and he eagerly explored his mouth, Georg tasting him deeply.
Bill slid his hands up Georg’s chest and pushed himself back slightly. Their kiss broke softly and Bill found himself searching Georg’s eyes. He’d given as good as he’d gotten from Bill, but Bill could be as insecure as the next guy. He needed reassurance.
Georg seemed to watch him for a moment, before he fisted his hand into the front of Bill’s tee shirt and pulled him back down for another kiss, this one hotter than the last. Bill moaned into it, crushing himself to Georg and twining his fingers through Georg’s hair.
When they pulled apart, neither of them could catch a full breath. Georg’s fingers tightened on Bills’ hips before skimming up and down his sides, the soft cotton material of the tee shirt sticking to Bill’s sweaty skin.
“God, why didn’t you tell me?” Georg breathed into Bill’s chest, heaving beneath his lips.
“I was scared.” Bill nuzzled his nose into Georg’s hair. He couldn’t seem to get enough of his scent. “I didn’t know how you’d feel about it. I was scared of rejection.”
Georg snorted and brought his head up to look at Bill. “You? Afraid of rejection? Since when?”
Bill felt the heat rise in his face again. “Since I realized how I felt about you.”
Georg smiled at him, a big, brilliant smile, and Bill realized it was okay. It was good, and Bill didn’t know what was going to happen with them, but they had this, and Bill could live with that for now.
Bill caught Georg’s hand and they walked to the top of the trail where they’d wait to be found. There the trees opened up and in this clearing, they could see down into the valley below. A carpet of pine needles served as their blanket as they sat on the ground and took in the scenery. The sun, still high in the sky, reflected off the lake in the distance and hawks circled above the forest. Bill had never been appreciative of the beauty of nature, but he had to admit, even if it was just to himself, that the scene below them was glorious.
But as Bill looked at Georg, how his hair glinted copper in the sun and his skin glowed with health and energy, his green eyes looking on Bill so lovingly, Bill fully believed that there was no sight more beautiful than the man before him.
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Date: 2009-07-03 09:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-03 09:51 pm (UTC)This totally is not what I told you I was writing the other night! I decided I didn't like that for Fluff Friday, so I got up today and wrote this instead. :D
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Date: 2009-07-03 10:06 pm (UTC)animals would come check him out. Birds, squirrels, maybe deer. I can just picture Bill, laying in the dirt, thinking this, except they'd be little Disney cartoon animals checking him out.
*off to find my toothbrush*
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Date: 2009-07-03 10:09 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, and I'm LOVING all this fluff! ♥
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Date: 2009-07-03 10:18 pm (UTC)And Georg has that perfect colour of hair for sun to shine off of. *sigh* You are always so visual in your descriptions. I need to take lessons.
I think I'll save the rest of the stories for my alone time tonight.
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Date: 2009-07-03 10:55 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. Thank you! :)
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Date: 2009-07-03 11:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-03 11:51 pm (UTC)Thank you, darlin'. :D
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Date: 2009-07-04 02:44 am (UTC)Thanks, Jelly <333
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:04 am (UTC)Marie
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Date: 2009-07-04 04:36 pm (UTC)And omg the message box looks awesome hon! :D
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Date: 2009-07-04 06:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-06 01:33 pm (UTC)Nice fluffy story to brighten my day with. :)
Thanks!
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Date: 2009-07-06 05:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-08 05:31 am (UTC)hee..loved this.
Im slowly catching up of fluff friday fics, among other story updates from the past 3-5 days.
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Date: 2009-07-08 05:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-07-08 05:37 am (UTC)though Im sure I have some. Ive just been lazy in loading up new ones and rotation out some of the older ones.
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