steins_stories | Janni, NC17, Tom/Bill, 9/?

Title: Janni
Author:

steinsgrrl
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Tom/Bill
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: Twincest-not related, Adult Concepts, Light Kink
Summary: When two men meet and fall in love, they expect there will be bumps in the road. When one of those men has a daughter, some bumps can seem more like mountains.
Author's Note: Thank you so much to

ma_chelle for the beta. You are invaluable. Lovely banner by

lynnchan.

The sunlight at his back lit the inside of the dim pub for only a moment as Tom swung the door open and stepped inside. He blinked quickly, trying to adjust his eyes to the change in light.

“We should have brought you back a watch from Switzerland,” a familiar voice said, sardonically.

“But we didn’t go to Switzerland,” said another, deeper voice; this one, confused.

“Switzerland exports their watches.” Tom blinked again, just in time to hear Gustav murmur ‘idiot’ under his breath and see Georg thump his brother on the shoulder with his knuckles. Gustav winced but didn’t hit back. Tom was sure he’d find a more appropriate time to get back at Georg, and if he was a betting man, he’d bet revenge would happen sometime in the middle of the night, when Georg least expected it.

Tom snorted and stopped at the table, glancing up at the bar. “I’ll be right back. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”

Behind him, he heard a bewildered, “Now where the hell’s he going? He just got here!”

“Maybe the man’s gotta piss, Georg,” Gustav muttered, and Tom smiled to himself. He’d missed those guys, but he wasn’t telling them that. They’d likely fight over who he’d missed more.

Bill had just set a plate of fried mushrooms in front of some customers at the other end of the bar when Tom slid into the tall bar stool. After wiping his hands on the towel slung over his shoulder, Bill gestured toward the drought spigots. “Beer?”

“Sure.” Tom found himself smiling broadly and he was fairly sure that it wasn’t because of the beer. He watched Bill pull his beer, drinking in the sight of him, wondering how he could be at work behind a bar and still look so damn amazing.

Bill placed the beer on a coaster in front of Tom and Tom pushed it to the side, leaning forward on his elbows. His fingers splayed out on the dark grain of the bar and Bill leaned against the bar, as well, weaving his long fingers with Tom’s.

“Hi,” Tom whispered.

“Hi,” Bill replied in kind, leaning forward to catch Tom’s lips briefly. When he pulled back, Tom followed, wanting more, but sat back soon enough, knowing that this was not the place for more.

“I’m sorry I missed your call last night. Janni wore me out and I fell asleep. Wouldn’t have been a problem, since you forget how late it is when you call most of the time,” Tom grinned at Bill’s blush and shrug, “but I left my phone downstairs.”

Bill squeezed Tom’s fingers lightly. “That’s okay, I was pretty beat last night anyway. If you’d have answered, you’d have heard nothing but a bunch of yawning.”

Tom looked at their fingers together on the bar. “Come have supper with me later? Mom’s got Janni for the night.” He lifted Bill’s hand and dropped a kiss on his palm.

Bill nodded, touching Tom’s cheek. “Go now. Don’t keep your friends waiting.”

As Tom headed back to his friends, he found both of them staring, eyes wide, jaws slack. He settled into the chair opposite Georg and took a long drink of his beer. Ignoring the looks they were giving him and each other, Tom opened the menu on his plate.

“No. Uh uh.” Georg plucked the menu out of Tom’s grasp and placed it on the table. “You’re not gonna come sit here and act like you weren’t just mackin’ on that guy. What. The. Hell.”

Tom shot a glance back at the bar, where Bill was talking with the customers who were finishing up the last of their mushrooms. “I, um…Bill and I started seeing each other while you were gone.” He caught their incredulous looks and added, “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you—“

“You’re gay.” Gustav stated.

Tom sighed. “No, I’m not gay. Would it matter if I was?”

“What?” Georg answered for his brother, scowling. “No, that’s stupid. Why would we care?” Georg sounded offended.

Sitting forward, he rested his elbows on the table and rubbed a hand over his eyes. Georg had every right to be offended. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” Gustav bumped Tom’s shoulder with his own. “You really like this guy?”

Tom felt his cheeks warm as he caught Bill’s gaze over the bar. “Yeah. I do.”

Gustav nudged Tom with the menu. “Good enough.”

“But…but—“ Georg sputtered and glanced back at Bill before tipping the top of Tom’s menu down. “I wanna know—“

“That’s all we need to know,” Gustav said sternly, glaring at Georg.

Georg huffed and buried his nose in the menu.

“For now.” Gustav muttered, holding his own menu up to shield his mouth. “You better spill later, man.”

“I heard that.” Georg peered up at them and Tom laughed, shaking his head.

~~~

“Can we take this, Granma?” Janni held up a long nightgown with lace at the sleeves.

Simone laughed, “Honey, you’ve already packed a short nightgown and your robe. I don’t think you need another one, do you?”

“But what if I get cold? Or spill?” Janni pleaded, her eyes wide, and brought the gown closer to the bag they were packing to take to Simone’s house.

“I think you’ll be fine. Are you bringing Brownie?” Simone reached for the brown bear and Janni squeaked, dropping the nightgown and jumping on the bed, dragging the plushie to her.

“Yes! He wants to go, too!” Janni cuddled the bear to her chest. “Don’t you, Brownie?” She petted Brownie’s head and kissed his nose.

“You know, this party is for girls, right? We’re going to paint our fingernails and toenails and do our hair. Bears don’t have nails or hair. And Brownie’s a boy. Maybe he shouldn’t come this time.” Simone turned back to finding underclothes in Janni’s drawer, smirking as she did.

Janni was silent behind her and Simone could practically hear her coming up with an excuse for Brownie to be there. Simone knew that Janni never slept without her bear.

“He can be the judge.”

“Judge? Of what?” Simone stuffed a small pair of underwear and socks into the shoulder bag and turned around.

“He can say who has gooder hair!” Janni nodded, her decision made. Brownie now had a responsibility and therefore must go along.

Simone tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t keep from grinning. “Better.”

Janni cocked her head. “Better?”

“Mhm, who has better hair,” Simone clarified.

Janni looked down at Brownie then at her grandmother.

“He says I do.” Janni nodded

Simone did chuckle then, as she picked up Janni’s shoulder bag and ushered her out of the room.

~~~

Tom pushed the stir fry mix around the pan and breathed in deeply. The mix had come frozen in a bag but Tom didn’t think it really mattered. He’d had it before, it smelled good, it tasted good, and really, Tom was doing this to spend more time with Bill. As far as he was concerned, he would eat cardboard and be happy if it meant more time with Bill. Still, he hoped Bill would like it.

He left the food simmering on the stove while he took one last look around the house. He picked up a book Janni had left out earlier and propped her blue bunny up in the corner of the window, letting its legs hang off the ledge. It looked as if the bunny was just waiting for Janni to get home from Simone’s.

There was just enough time to set the table. Tom grabbed their silverware out of the drawer in the kitchen and brought them to the dining room, along with napkins and glasses. As he prepared to set the napkins and utensils on the table, though, he noticed a spot of grape jelly that Janni had spilled earlier. He’d been working to help her learn to clean up her own messes, and she’d tried with this one, but she’d missed a sticky smear that had dried where Janni’s sandwich had been.

Tom hurried to the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies. The last thing he needed was for Bill to end up with jelly on his shirt or think Tom’s house was messy.

The spot cleaned, Tom resumed setting the table, placing the napkins just so, next to where he thought he and Bill would sit. Then he carefully placed the silverware, making sure to line them up straight, the utensils an equal distance from each other.

He told himself he wasn’t over-doing it. He told himself that he wasn’t being a little bit obsessive, he just wanted to make things right, to make things perfect for Bill. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to quell his nerves.

He looked at the clock on the stove when the timer went off, signifying the rice should be done. Just as he turned off the burner, a knock came at the door. Washing his hands quickly, Tom went to answer it, swinging the door open to a breathtaking Bill, standing on his porch.

Tom didn’t move, couldn’t move; he could only stare. Bill had dressed up for him, in black jeans and a thin, white, button-down shirt, the top two buttons open, the fabric parted. His makeup was light, only kohl lining his eyes and a hint of gloss, and his hair was ironed straight and Tom couldn’t figure out why every time he saw him, Bill seemed more beautiful than the time before.

“Um.” Bill looked uncertain, putting a foot on the threshold.

“Um?” Nothing was working in Tom’s brain except for images that were making his face warm.

“Can I come in?”

Tom jolted. “Oh! Sure, sorry,” he stammered, stepping back and letting Bill pass.

As Tom closed the door behind him, Bill was overwhelmed with the smell of their dinner filling the house, making his mouth water. Bill slipped off his shoes and Tom leaned against the wall, watching him.

Bill never seemed to get enough of Tom’s eyes on him. He loved that Tom was captivated by him because it meant that Bill could stare back all he wanted. Tom wasn’t the only one who was captivated.

Tom wore jeans that were just a little tighter than his others and a long, black polo shirt. His dreads were tied loosely and were so long that Bill thought if Tom hung his head back, the long strands would graze the top of his ass.

The breath caught in Bill’s chest at an image that flashed in his head; Tom nude on a bed, on his knees, his head thrown back and his dreads swinging. He’d moved before he realized what he was doing.

Bill pushed a startled Tom flat against the wall and kissed him. He kissed him a little harder than he should have, just out of excitement alone, and when Tom whimpered in his throat, Bill didn’t know if it was a protest or a plea for more. Bill relaxed then, pulling back just a little, tasting the lips under his instead of crushing them, and was rewarded with a pleased sigh.

Their hands wandered, Tom’s fingers spanning Bill’s ribcage before sliding up his back and grasping Bill’s shoulders, pulling him closer. He gasped as Bill pressed against him, breaking their kiss but licking at Bill’s lips until Bill couldn’t take any more and plundered Tom’s mouth again. He cupped the back of Tom’s head, weaving his fingers through his dreads and the hand on Tom’s hip slid around his waist.

The movement was almost involuntary. Bill’s hips rolled once, just a little, against Tom. Bill needed to feel Tom against him, and he did. He felt Tom’s growing hardness against his own, even through two layers of jeans and he breathed a moan into Tom’s mouth.

Tom stiffened slightly and Bill froze, afraid he’d gone too far, too fast. But when Tom planted a hand on Bill’s shoulder and pushed lightly, his face was flushed, his eyes were dark and his lips were moist and smiling.

“Was that…was it too much?” Bill had to be sure. He didn’t want to push Tom into more than he was ready for.

“Oh no, that’s not it.” Tom gestured toward the kitchen. “I think our food is burning.” He smirked and slid away from Bill.

“Oh.” Bill looked at him blankly. “OH!”

Tom left Bill in the hall, turning off the heat under the stir fry and pushing the pan to the side, stirring the dish thoroughly to make sure none of it stuck to the bottom. When he reached up in the cupboard to get plates, he let out a pent up breath, and willed himself to relax.

Bill hadn’t touched him before, really touched him. He’d never felt Bill’s hardness against him or under his palm or in his—

Tom abandoned dishing the rice and put down the plate he was holding, turning on the cold water to run over his wrists. He didn’t have any idea if it would work, but he had to try something to cool himself down. Because right now, he was hot and hard and achy and he wanted nothing more than to let this food sit and completely ravage Bill.

“Need some help?” Bill leaned against the arch leading into the kitchen and Tom jumped, startled.

Tom turned off the tap and wiped his hands dry on the towel that hung from the cupboard handle, throwing a glance at Bill. “Can I be honest?”

Bill frowned slightly and a crease appeared between his brows. “Of course.”

Tom’s nervous laugh revealed his embarrassment. “You distract me. I’m afraid if you stand here and watch me, I’ll fuck something up.”

Bill crossed his arms over his chest. “Supper’s done, though; what is there to screw up?” he asked, with a teasing smile.

Picking up the abandoned plate, Tom resumed spooning out a serving of rice, topping it with a good portion of stir fry. “I think you’d be amazed. I could spill the rice.” He set the dished plate on the counter near Bill.

As he watched Tom dish the other plate, Bill scoffed, “I’d help you clean it up.”

“It’s not just being clumsy.” Tom handed Bill the second plate. “I trip over my words and I can’t even speak.” Tom’s hands trembled with his confession and he peered at them as if he’d never seen them before.

“Then just for right now,” Tom watched as Bill set his plate down and took Tom’s hands in both of his, stilling the tremble and bringing them to his lips, softly kissing first one palm, then the other, before whispering, “stop talking.”

Tom held his breath, completely unable to look away from Bill’s mouth. “Let’s just eat, shall we?”

Tom nodded as if in a daze. “Yeah.”

As Tom shakily picked up their plates, taking them to the table, Bill grabbed the bottle of wine that Tom had opened earlier and left on the counter to breathe.

“I think that was too cheesy.” Bill grinned, blushing like he couldn’t believe he’d said that.

Tom placed the plates on the table. “I don’t care if it was,” he replied, pulling out Bill’s chair and trying to keep his voice from shaking as much as his hands had been earlier. “As it turns out, I kinda like cheese.” He leaned down and tilted Bill’s face toward him, letting his lips linger on Bill’s for a long moment before helping him scoot in his chair.

~~~

“Cary Grant?” Tom asked as he brought the wine bottle in from the kitchen. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a fan.”

Bill laughed and picked up his wine glass when Tom stopped pouring. “Why not? I don’t know how many times I’ve seen this movie. Sweet, innocent aunts, my ass.” Bill snorted and pushed play as Tom sat beside him, tucking one ankle under the other knee.

They watched the movie in silence for a bit, but by the time Grant’s character showed up at his aunts’ house, Tom was already growing restless. Bill was so close that Tom could feel the heat coming off him, could smell him, but Bill hadn’t touched him. His fingers itched at his pant leg as he considered whether or not to make the first move. Bill was usually the more forward one and maybe it was bad, but Tom liked it that way. He liked knowing that Bill needed to touch him and to kiss him and when it came right down to it, though they’d been on a few dates together, Tom was still shy. Shy enough that he was debating with himself whether it was okay to touch his boyfriend.

Tom rolled his eyes, feeling dumb.

He glanced at Bill out of the corner of his eye and scooted closer, reaching out to lift Bill’s arm and duck under it, meeting Bill’s smile and pleased hum with a quick kiss. They settled back into the cushions just as Grant found the body in the window seat and Tom laughed so hard that he buried his face in Bill’s neck.

Bill’s laughter slowed and Tom heard it catch in his throat. God, he smelled so good; being with Bill felt so good, and though he was still nervous, though he was still shy, this was just one of those times, he guessed, when there was nothing he could do but go with what felt right. Tom opened his lips and kissed Bill’s neck, smiling when Bill sucked in a breath.

Bill pushed him away gently, back into the couch cushion and Tom panicked for a moment, sure that he’d done something wrong. Maybe Bill also liked to make the first move; maybe Tom shouldn’t have been so bold. But Bill had seemed to like it when Tom had kissed him on their first date, so why—

Bill’s lips came down softly on his, brushing against them, moving so slowly that Tom’s previous train of thought disappeared and it seemed he could find nothing else to replace it. All he could do was taste and feel and he breathed Bill’s air into his lungs, wanting everything Bill.

And then Bill’s hand, so slim and strong and sure, slid into Tom’s dreads, pulling his hair tie out and letting the dreads fall around Tom’s shoulders. He broke their kiss, tongue licking at Tom’s lips as he pulled back just far enough to look down at Tom with dark, hooded eyes. He plucked at the hem of Tom’s shirt and Tom sat up and dragged it over his head, dropping it next to the couch.

The desire in Bill’s eyes was so strong, so heavy as he took in Tom’s heated skin, that Tom imagined he could feel that look actually caressing his flesh, and when Bill looked in his eyes again and brushed his fingers softly down Tom’s shoulder, down his chest and across his belly, Tom shuddered beneath his touch. Bill slowly leaned down again, his lips following the trail his fingers had followed and Tom’s breaths started coming in short gasps. His dick was so hard, it hurt.

Darting his tongue out to taste skin that had begun to sweat, Bill kissed his way back up to Tom’s ear. When he spoke, Bill’s voice was raspy and low. “Can I touch you?”

Tom felt Bill’s fingers toying with the button of his jeans and it was everything he could do to not come right then from the images in his head alone. Instead, he took a shuddering breath and nodded. “God, yes.”

He didn’t remember Bill undoing his jeans or pulling the front of his boxers down. In fact, Tom didn’t remember much of anything once Bill had long fingers wrapped around his cock. Bill’s strokes were firm and even and just right and Tom knew he would be done in an embarrassingly short amount of time. He was going to come as quickly as a virgin and at that moment, he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

Tom clutched at Bill’s shoulder, feeling the way the muscles bunched and moved under taut skin and he heard himself whimper, though he didn’t know how he could, over the rushing sound in his ears and the staccato beating of his heart. Bill, who had been watching his hand pump and caress Tom, looked at him then and Tom grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, kissing him desperately, their tongues wrestling madly as Tom arched up and came hard, spilling over Bill’s hand and across his own belly.

As the sweat began to cool on Tom’s chest, chilling him, Bill moved his hand carefully, laying Tom’s spent cock against his belly. His breath was still coming in pants and Tom was trying to make his brain work enough to figure out what to say to Bill without sounding stupid.

But then, Bill trailed a finger through Tom’s come and closing his eyes, sucked it wetly between his lips. Tom stared, entranced, and then he knew exactly what to say. He popped the finger out of Bill’s mouth and kissed him deeply, tasting himself on Bill’s tongue before murmuring against his lips, “Stay with me tonight.”

In case you're interested, the movie they're (not) watching is Arsenic and Old Lace

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It's been so long that I'd almost forgotten how amazingly thrilling falling in love can be; thank you so, so much for reminding me.

As always, stunning. (And PS. Great choice on the movie. C:)

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Janni, NC17, Tom/Bill, 9/?

In case you're interested, the movie they're (not) watching is Arsenic and Old Lace

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