Janni, NC17, Tom/Bill, 14/?

[steins_stories]

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.


He held the envelope in his hands, examining it. It was smooth and white and official and Tom was a little nervous to open it. He’d never been tested before but since he hadn’t fooled around since Nikki, and he hadn’t really been sick, he was sure there really was no way he could be positive. That didn’t stop the slight sick feeling he had in his belly.

“Come on,” Bill urged, his fingers clenching slightly on the tee shirt covering Tom's chest. “Open it.”

Tom held his breath, slid his finger under the flap of the envelope and opened it slowly. Pulling the letter out, he handed the envelope to Bill, unfolded the paper, and his eyes only saw one word.

NEGATIVE

His held breath left him in a whoosh of air and he smiled up at Bill.

“It’s negative. It says I’m negative.”

Bill held out his hand for the paper and Tom handed it over. “Did you really think you might be otherwise?” Bill asked, his eyes skimming the page.

“Well, no. Not really. It’s just…I don’t know. I was nervous.” He dropped his head back on the couch and Bill tossed the results to the side, where they fluttered to the carpet.

Bill nodded and planted a soft kiss on Tom's cheek, whispering against his skin. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

Tom's hands snaked up Bill’s tee shirt and he nuzzled into Bill’s neck, brushing his lips against velvety skin. “Yeah,” he breathed and opened his lips, grazing his teeth down Bill’s neck, loving the way Bill groaned above him. In the next moment, he found himself on his back, Bill hovering over him and kissing him hard.

He wanted to go faster, wanted to get upstairs and get Bill’s clothes off and just love him. He wanted to feel Bill’s skin and feel him breathe and cry out in ecstasy, but he knew they really should go slowly. They really should take some time with this, and while his head understood that perfectly, his body was aching.

Their kiss was sloppy and hot and Tom broke it with a wet smack, nibbling a line down Bill’s neck and wrapping his arms around him, cupping his ass as Bill’s hair fell around him in a black curtain.

Bill grunted and started to pull away, and Tom made a noise of protest at the loss of contact. “Let’s go upstairs.” Bill held out his hand to help Tom off the couch. He took it gratefully, wincing at the tightness in his boxers as he stood.

Tom nodded before making a short detour to lock the front door. He grinned at Bill sheepishly before they made their way up the stairs, Bill walking ahead of him and Tom's eyes trained on the sway of his boyfriend’s pert ass in tight black jeans.

Bill closed the door softly behind them and the turning of the lock seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. Tom stood by the bed and watched Bill come to him, waiting, his nerves catching up to him and making him tremble. He felt like a teenager again, fumbling and unsure.

“Bill, I…” Tom began, “I’m not really sure how to do this. I mean, I know the basic idea, but I’ve never—“

“It’s okay,” Bill cut off the flow of Tom's babble with quiet reassurance, slipping his arms around Tom's neck. “I’ll show you.” Bill kissed him again slowly, just brushing his lips over Tom's.

“I want it to be good for you,” Tom murmured, his hands finding Bill’s waist and sliding down to cup his hips tightly, pulling Bill to him.

Bill moaned at the contact, sucking on Tom's lip and flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin just inside. “It will be…it will be.”

Tom pulled Bill’s shirt over his head, thankful that he wasn’t dressed for work and he didn’t have to try to negotiate buttons with shaking hands. Dropping the shirt on the side of the bed, he started to lift the hem of his own, but Bill batted his hands away, taking care of the tee shirt and Tom's pants, letting them drop to the floor around Tom's ankles. Tom stood in just his tented boxers and socks. “This isn’t quite fair, you know.”

Bill’s eyes glinted as he smirked. “So make it fair.”

Tom raised an eyebrow and pulled the band out of his hair, letting his dreads fall around his shoulders as he sat on the bed. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly released the clasp of Bill’s jeans and lowered the zipper. He could almost feel Bill vibrating under his fingers; Bill wanted this as much as he did. Tom lowered Bill’s jeans inch by inch, Bill holding on to his shoulders as he pulled the denim off Bill’s feet. When he sat up again, Tom broke his gaze to really look at him.

Bill was thin, so thin, but Tom could see the wiry muscle underneath his skin and he knew Bill was stronger than he looked. He was pale, almost translucent, except where it was stained in tattoo ink, and he let go of Bill’s hips to trace the tattoo down Bill’s side. He’d have to remember to ask later what the words meant. His fingers reached the bottom of the black script, and he kissed the taut skin there, as if trying to sooth the pain from long ago.

Above him, Bill caught his breath and held tightly to Tom's shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle. Tom smiled and tongued a path across Bill’s belly, listening to him gasp and feeling the flesh quiver beneath his lips, until he reached the star tattoo that graced Bill’s hip. He pulled back to look at it, taking it in like he hadn’t before and tracing his fingers around each star within the star. He looked up to find Bill watching him hotly, his eyes hooded and black and Tom licked a thick stripe across the star, sucking at the middle of it.

Tom started pulling Bill’s boxer briefs down slowly enough to count as torture and Bill wove his fingers into Tom's hair, holding on tightly enough that he pulled Tom's dreads. He loved the sounds Bill was making, and Tom leaned into him, pressing his face into the fabric at Bill’s groin. It was hot and hard under there and Tom inhaled the musky scent deeply into his lungs, into himself, before releasing Bill’s cock from the briefs that imprisoned it.

Tom took it in his palm and held it while Bill moaned at the touch. His cock was heavy, Bill was so hard and Tom wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing it lightly, rubbing his thumb in a circle over the underside of the head. He wanted his mouth on it, he wanted to feel it and he glanced up at Bill before rubbing the tip of Bill’s leaking cock against his lips, spreading precome on them until they were glossy before licking it off. The taste was sweet and the tiniest bit salty and Tom wanted more.

He opened his lips, just a little, and licked at the head, so engorged that it was purple. Bill was starting to pant and Tom could feel him watching, feel Bill’s eyes on him and it spurred him on. He didn’t know how to do this but, oh god, he wanted to do it so good for Bill and so he opened up and sucked it in. He slipped his lips around it and let it slide into his mouth as far as he could take it, sucking his cheeks in around it and swallowing. Bill’s legs trembled in front of him and he would have smiled around the hard cock in his mouth if it had been possible.

He looked up at Bill from beneath his lashes, and Bill’s eyes were so dark and heavy that it made Tom's belly clinch. He thought he’d seen Bill aroused before, but this was different. Even the air seemed heavier around them and Tom needed to pant just to get enough air.

“Let me lay down.” Bill’s voice shook as he touched Tom's cheek and Tom pulled his mouth off him. He crawled up on the bed and Tom watched him move with a grace and sensuality that Tom didn’t think Bill even knew he had, and that made Tom adore him even more. Bill had only an inkling of what he did to Tom, how he made his insides quiver, and Tom decided to show him just want kind of effect Bill had on him.

Bill reclined on the pillows against the headboard, watching as Tom moved between his legs. With a smirk, Tom grasped Bill’s knees and pulled him quickly toward him. Bill squeaked in surprise before succumbing to a fit of laughter, his eyes twinkling. Tom just grinned and leaned down to lick quickly up Bill’s cock, suckling when he got to the tip, savoring the taste of Bill’s precome. Bill’s thighs clenched under Tom's hands and Tom stroked him there, stroked him slowly before moving his hands up further, feathering his fingertips over the tender skin of Bill’s tightening sack.

Tom breathed over Bill’s cock, flicking his tongue over the head with each word, “Is this right?” He looked up Bill’s lean body and caught his lover’s eyes. “Is this good?”

Bill groaned and clenched his hands rhythmically in the comforter. “God, you know it is. Are you kidding?”

Tom grinned mischievously. “Yeah, I just wanted to hear you say it.” And he sucked him in hard, leaving Bill breathless and speechless. His fingers danced over Tom's scalp as Tom found a rhythm that made Bill’s belly twitch in front of him and his balls shrink beneath his chin, and it wasn’t long before Bill clutched at Tom's dreads, stopping him.

“I can’t…you can’t,” Bill breathed hard, “You have to stop.” He pulled Tom toward him and Tom went, licking and teasing his way up Bill’s body to kiss him hotly. Bill opened his lips as he opened his legs and Tom caught his breath, loving the way Bill’s arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. “I want you inside me.” Bill murmured against his lips and Tom moaned in reply, rubbing his cock against the soft inside of Bill’s thigh before reaching into the bedside table.

“Lube.” He handed the bottle to Bill who gave it right back to Tom.

“You do it.” Bill looked at Tom with such trust and need in his eyes and Tom palmed the bottle.

“What do I do?” Tom sat on his heels between Bill’s legs, stroking himself softly.

“You have to stretch me out, make the muscles in there relax.” Bill reached between his legs and ran the tip of his finger over his puckered hole. Tom's couldn’t take his eyes off the movement and his dick swelled harder in his palm. “You need to get a lot of lube on your fingers. Then put a bit more on my ass, right on the hole, and spread it around a little.”

Tom thought he might come just stretching Bill, but taking a deep breath and not touching himself again seemed to help a lot. He followed Bill’s instructions, marveling at how tight Bill was, how hot and smooth he was, and he wondered if he could last longer than two minutes in there.

He moved his fingers carefully, slowly, and watched Bill touch himself, long fingers running delicately over his nipples, teasing them to hard, pink peaks. Just as Bill’s breath sped up and Tom worked a third finger in, brushing the tips over the spongy spot inside him that made Bill moan hard and grind down onto Tom's hand, Bill’s muscles relaxed. Tom could feel it and Bill didn’t have to tell him that he was ready; Tom already knew.

Sitting back, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed the lube bottle from the comforter. It only took a moment to slick his dick heavily with it, giving it a few strokes to spread the lube around. His hips twitched with the sensation and Tom flipped the lid of the lube closed and tossed it next to him.

And then Tom was poised at Bill’s opening, ready to enter a man for the first time, and he found that his nerves were gone. With Bill looking up at him, wanting him, waiting for him, Tom realized he had nothing to fear, and he slowly sank himself into the man he loved.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to close them and revel in how tight and hot and right Bill’s body was around his dick, but wanting to watch Bill’s face even more as he took Tom within him. He kept pushing, sliding in until he could go no further and paused there for a moment, willing himself to breathe, willing himself not to come.

“Okay?” Tom rested his forehead against Bill’s, hating to break the silence around them that seemed sacred, but needing to know.

“Mhm, you feel good, baby,” Bill responded, his voice low and thick, and tilted his head to capture Tom's lips with his. “So good.” He cupped Tom's cheek in his palm and Tom leaned into it, his belly tightening with the endearment, and he began to move.

They moved together slowly, each thrust met and matched, each kiss given in response to the one before it. They moved together as their breath mingled, until they didn’t know who was breathing in and who was breathing out and it really didn’t matter anymore. And when Bill threw his head back and cried out, his body contracting hard around Tom’s cock and coming in long spurts up his flat belly, Tom forgot to breathe altogether. He watched Bill come undone beneath him, his legs shook, his toes curled and he buried himself deep inside Bill and came, a chant of Bill’s name on his lips.


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