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.

Georg boarded the elevator, one arm wrapped tightly around the waist of the hot brunette from the club.

He grinned a little when he thought of how easy it had been to get her to abandon her friends and leave with him. He had yelled to Tom that he was leaving; Tom was so busy playing with his blond, he hadn‘t even realized Georg was still there. The bassist slammed the last of his beer and went to cut in on the trio’s dance.

Georg didn’t say a word when he reached the girls. He snaked an arm between the brunette and the blond in front of her. All three turned to look, but when the one he wanted flashed a coy smile at him, the other two shrugged and moved off to caress each other alone.

He wrapped both arms around her, and he could feel the heat coming off her. Though the music had a faster hip-hop beat, Georg started their dance slowly. She looked up, caught by his gaze. Every other beat, he would sensually slide their hips one way, then the other, thrusting carefully against her each time. His hands traveled up her sides until his fingers spanned her ribcage, and his thumbs softly caressed the cloth covering the bottom of her breasts. He could feel the small noise she made, rather than hear it, and she finally drug her eyes from his to press herself completely against him.

Georg smoothed his hands around her back, holding her to him as they continued their slow grind. He brought his lips down to her neck where it meets the shoulder, and pressed them to the soft, fragrant flesh. She smells nothing like Bill, he thought.

He stiffened slightly. The point of this was to forget about Bill. And, damn, this girl felt good!

He let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and slid his hands down to cup her pert ass. She sighed into his ear and he opened his lips to taste the spot he’d just kissed. Breath coming faster, he murmured in her ear,

“What’s your name?”

“Jessie,” she replied lowly.

“Jessie, I’m Georg.”

“I know,” she pulled back to look at him again.

She knew. Well, of course she knew. Georg wondered if he’d get half the action he did if he weren’t famous. Using one hand to pull her hair back, Georg put his lips to her ear,

“Jessie, do you want to get out of here?”

~~~ooo~~~

Saki had driven them to a hotel, arranged for the room, and escorted them upstairs.

Georg thanked him with a nod, and stepped off the elevator. It didn’t take long to find his room, but it was a little difficult to unlock the door with Jessie’s arms thrown around his neck, trying to pull his head down for a kiss.

He chuckled at her impatience, managed to swing the door open and grabbed the back of her head as his lips came down hotly on hers. The arm around her waist lifted her off her feet and he stumbled with her into the room far enough to close the door behind them. As he set her down, he barely had time to throw the lock home before he found himself pushed up against the door.

Jessie stopped and looked up at him with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes. She leaned forward very slowly, bringing cherry-colored lips so close he could feel her breath on his lips. He brought his head down to meet her half way, but she stopped him with a tiny shake of her head. Her pretty mouth formed a wicked smile and her tongue darted out. She flicked his bottom lip with the wet, pink tip.

Georg’s eyes widened and he held his breath. But Jessie didn’t kiss him. Instead, she slid down his body to kneel in front of him. He stood motionless and watched her fingers deftly undo his belt and pull it through the loops, removing it with a flourish.

She slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his jeans. Looking at him from beneath her lashes, she grasped the tab of his zipper. He could hear the teeth separating, pair by pair. Georg let out a low moan. She was going so slowly, her movements so sensual, that just taking his jeans off was delicious torture.

Jessie reached the bottom of the zipper, but she didn’t put him out of his misery. She opened the front of his jeans, pulled down the front of his briefs and pressed her open lips to the skin she'd just exposed. Georg groaned as he felt her warm breath, then hot mouth on the sensitive skin. He brought his hands to her head and ran his fingers through her hair. Her tongue licked at him, her lips sucked at him, until even she could take it no longer.

Jessie grabbed the waist of Georg’s pants and pulled them down to his knees all at once. His aching erection finally escaped the confining clothing, and Georg sighed in relief, only to drag his breath in harshly as she wrapped her hand around his girth.

He watched her, willing her to continue as she stopped, looked at his dick and hummed in her throat. She parted her lush lips and lapped slowly underneath the sensitive tip of his cock.

He felt the hot metal of her tongue stud sliding against his burning flesh. He threw his head back against the door, eyes closed tightly. Dear God, how did I not noticed that before, he thought. Now he could only see Bill on his knees in front of him, Bill looking up at him, Bill sucking his cock.

Georg groaned deeply as she swallowed his length completely, and banged his head twice against the door. He felt her suck her cheeks in around him, and when she swallowed and he felt her throat close around the head of his cock, he thought he might lose it right then.

Jessie made a noise of protest as Georg suddenly pulled her mouth from his aching flesh.

“Come on,” he rasped, pulling her up, “I’m going to finish too soon with you doing that.”

She giggled breathily and lifted her tank over her head as Georg slipped off his shoes and disposed of his jeans. His tee quickly followed, and he grabbed her hand, pulling Jessie to the edge of the bed.

Georg wanted Jessie to much that it hurt. At that moment, it seemed he could almost forget about Bill. Almost.

He clamped his lips over Jessie’s and sucked her tongue into his mouth. They kissed wetly as Georg unclasped her bra and slid it down her arms. He couldn’t go as slowly as she; he was much too desperate to be inside her. He licked and sucked her neck from her ear to her shoulder as he undid her jeans, and she hung on to his broad shoulders when he sat on the bed to slip them off her.

Hands grasping her ass, Georg pulled Jessie forward until his lips settled chaste kisses on her hip. Chaste kisses became wet kisses, and wet kisses turned into his hot tongue laving up the inside of her trembling thigh. He ran a finger down the edge of her white lace panties, and followed with his tongue, until it reached the wetness that seeped between the threads. Long, scorching licks had her digging her fingers into his shoulders, until he finally pulled the lace aside, sucking weeping flesh into his mouth, tonguing her clit until she couldn't breathe.

Breathing hard, lips glistening, Georg reached up to pull her face down to him. Her lips crashed down on his, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth, making sure she could taste herself on him.

He pulled back, holding her head. “Wait right there.”

She looked confused as he ran to the door where his jeans lay, but she nodded when he returned with a familiar foil packet.

Georg lay back on the bed, opened the packet and rolled on the condom.

“Come here, Jessie,” he held his arms out, inviting her to climb on his lap. She wasted no time, crawling up and throwing her leg over him, planting a knee on each side of his hips. Both his hands reached up to cup her ample breasts as she positioned herself over his straining cock. She was so wet, so hot, and he gasped as she impaled herself on him in one thrust.

Jessie mewled in her throat and began to move on him, grinding slowly and rolling her hips. Georg knew this wasn’t going to last long. She leaned down on him, flattening her breasts against his chest and kissed him deeply. He could feel her tongue-stud again, and that was his undoing. He grunted and closed his eyes. Even with his dick buried deep inside this beautiful woman, he couldn’t escape the thought of Bill, and what Georg wanted to do with him.

He couldn’t stop seeing Bill above him, couldn’t stop imagining his cock was buried in Bill’s tight heat. He'd tried so hard, tried to make this not about Bill. Georg groaned in frustration, his eyes still tightly closed, and pushed Jessie back up over him. It was Bill’s waist he wrapped his hands around. It was Bill he held up as he thrust hard into him. And it was Bill’s voice he heard chanting his name as the scorching flesh around his dick contracted again and again. So when Georg gasped, bucked his hips frantically, and came hard, it was Bill’s name he breathed.

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