Control, Bill/OMC, NC17

[steins_stories]

Title: Control
Author: steinsgrrl
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Bill/OMC
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 Concepts
Summary: Bill's new bodyguard might be big, but Bill's still the boss. It's all about control.
Author's Note: Thank you so much to ma_chelle and gajastar for the beta. You mean the world to me. Lovely banner by rainbowcolored7.


“Are you fucking serious?” Tom stared at Bill incredulously.

Bill blushed and shot a side glance at Tom, ducking his head.

“He’s your bodyguard,” Tom narrowed his eyes at his twin.

Bill hummed. “Believe me, I know.” His smile was small and secret and Tom threw his hands in the air.

“Do you even know what you’re doing? You think this guy is the one?” Tom got up to grab a beer from the mini bar. He held one out to Bill, eyebrows up in question.

Bill shook his head and Tom screwed off the lid of his own and sat in the chair across from the bed. “No, I don’t know what I’m doing, Tom.” He scratched at his elbow absently, eyes dropped to the carpet. “But…he’s so good to me.”

Tom stifled a snort at Bill’s dreamy tone. “He’s paid to be good to you, Bill. It’s what he does. He keeps you safe and makes sure you’re comfortable. You wanna turn that into something else?”

“Fuck you, I like him.” Bill glared, upset that his brother wasn’t taking him seriously. Tom had girls all the time; why would it be so weird for Bill to like someone? “Is there some reason why you can have girls and I can’t have someone? Is it because it’s a guy?”

Tom looked at Bill over the swig of beer he was taking and swallowed quickly. “You know I don’t care about that.”

“What is it, then?” Bill stood up, hand on his hip and looked defiantly at his brother.

Tom sighed, exasperated with having to explain himself to the one person who should already know what he means. But when Bill gets pissed, their connection turns to static and Tom has to either explain or escape until Bill calms down. And Bill had asked and Tom thought he’d better answer.

“Look, the girls I see are temporary. One night only, and then not even a whole night.” He sat forward, elbows on his knees and picked at the label on the beer bottle, sweating in his hands. “This guy—what the hell is his name?”

“Lukas.” Bill’s brows furrowed. “You don’t know the names of the bodyguards?”

“They’re new, Bill, and we’ve been busy. There’re so many of them anymore that ‘hey, you,’ seems to work just fine for now.” Tom had the grace to look embarrassed and Bill flicked a hand at him.

“Whatever. His name is Lukas.” He reached for his cigarettes and lit one, taking it out to the patio.

Tom followed, because that’s what Tom did.

Bill leaned against the railing, the wind blowing stray hairs across his face, making them stick in his lip gloss as he smoked. Tom stood with his back against the railing and crossed his arms, studying his brother.

“The point was that this guy—“ Bill gave him a look and Tom held up a hand, “Okay, Lukas. Lukas is permanent. He’s here all the time. He has to be. And you are going to get involved with him? You want to make this serious?”

Bill scoffed and blew a lungful of smoke away from him. “I don’t know if I want it to get serious, Tom. Right now, all I know is I want him. I like him and I want him.”

Tom gave him a steady look, holding out his hand and Bill gave him a cigarette and lighter without a word. They smoked in silence until Tom was done and his smoke was spent. “What if you start to like him too much, Bill? And what if he hurts you? Can you work with him after that?” His words were quiet but Bill heard them perfectly, even over the noise of the city below them.

“I don’t know, Tom, but maybe it’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Bill dropped the cigarette butt and crushed it out with his boot on the cement. “I just need to know you’re behind me.”

Tom sighed deeply. He knew Bill was right and he knew Bill should have the chance to find happiness, too. So maybe this guy—Lukas--was it. Who was he to stand in the way of that? He wrapped an arm around Bill’s shoulder and leaned his forehead against Bill’s temple. Bill’s hair tickled his face and his lips twitched. “I’m here. I’m always here and don’t you ever forget it.”

Bill smiled and squeezed Tom's arm. “Thank you.”

~~~

The fans surged forward and Bill flinched inside before remembering that there was a large, metal barrier holding them back. They screamed and cried in his face and he smiled his biggest smile and turned to Lukas, standing right behind him. Bill held his hand out but Lukas was already unzipping the fanny pack and holding a black sharpie out to him. Nodding at the bodyguard, Bill took the pen and turned to the crowd of girls. They held their papers, notebooks and cds out to be signed and he dove right in with the confidence and speed of a pro, having done this for so many years, he could probably sign autographs in his sleep. He scrawled a squiggle of a signature on each item held out, not even noticing that he was moving down the line until he reached the end of it.

“Let’s go,” Lukas said lowly in his ear and touched Bill’s elbow. Goosebumps trickled down his neck from the wisp of breath that played against it and he shuddered slightly with the warmth that stole over him.

He turned, Lukas still behind him and towering a good head’s height taller than him, and left the screaming mass for the sanctity of the van. He climbed inside, sitting all the way in the back and Lukas settled in next to him. Before Bill could say a word, Tom climbed in and sat on the other side of Lukas, making the bodyguard press closer to Bill. The twins were thin, but the backseat wasn’t that large and Lukas took up a good portion of it. They had to squish together for everyone to fit in the van and Bill didn’t mind at all.

“Damn, those girls are loud. Why do they have to scream like that?” Tom put a finger in his ear and wiggled it. “I’ll be deaf from being a rock star, but it won’t be because of the music.”

Georg snorted from the middle seat where he and Gustav had just piled in. “But they loooove youuu, Tom!” Georg imitated the girls perfectly and Tom rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well they could love me a little quieter, maybe. Damn,” Tom complained and took out his cell phone, flipping it open and pushing buttons.

The ride to the hotel wasn’t long but it was nothing short of torturous to Bill. His leg was pressed right against Lukas, his arm pushed into the bodyguard’s side and the heat coming off the man was heady. Just being this close to him, his scent all around him, made Bill’s groin tighten and he tried desperately to think about his brother being only centimeters away, his band mates being not much further. He blew out a breath and looked out the window just as they pulled up to the hotel entrance.

It had been a long day and they were all tired but they found the energy to scramble from the van, eager to get a shower and have some time to themselves. Bill was looking forward to it, too, only he was looking for time with someone else.

Lukas unfolded his legs from where they’d been cramped up behind the second seat and got out, turning with his hand half held up to help Bill out. Bill nearly took it without thinking but caught himself at the last moment. That would be all he needed, to have his picture plastered all over the internet, holding the bodyguard’s hand. He jumped down from the van and waved to the fans lined up outside the hotel. He wanted to curse Jost for letting it out where they’d be staying but he also knew that they needed the publicity and all the exposure that they could get at the moment. So he put on his best smile, waved and nearly ran for the door.

He followed Tom into the building and collected his key card from the front desk, while Lukas took Bill’s bag from the steward and followed him silently down the hall to the room. Bill waited there, standing in the hall and pretending the fumble with the bag he’d taken out of Lukas’ hands. After a moment, everyone had made it into their rooms, and the last door clicked closed.

Bill smiled and sucked in a breath as he opened the door to his room. The evening sun shone in the window and he could feel the warmth from the door.

“I’ll be right across the hall if you need me,” Lukas said quietly, taking a step toward his own room before turning and pulling his key card out of his pocket.

Bill dropped his bag inside the door and stood at the threshold, leaning on it and holding the door open behind him. “Lukas.”

Lukas stopped and turned where he stood. “Yeah?”

Bill looked down, biting his lip. He’d told himself that tonight would be the night. They’d flirted, they’d teased a little, they’d shared some stealthy touches that had left Bill breathless, but they hadn’t gone any further; Bill hadn’t wanted to make a move without knowing that Tom would support his decision. But tonight, he had a room to himself. Tonight, he wanted to give Lukas what he had given so very sparingly over the years.

“Do you need something?” Lukas hoisted his own bag higher on his shoulder.

Bill nodded. “Yeah. In here.” He opened the door wider and moved aside as Lukas stepped inside. Closing the door, Bill leaned his body into it and paused for a moment. He could feel Lukas behind him, watching him, and he turned around slowly. The blond bodyguard towered over him and Bill had to look up just to meet his deep blue eyes. He was used to being the tallest person in the room, looking down on everyone else. Having to look up to someone made him feel small, fragile…safe. But the look in Lukas’ eye made Bill feel like he hadn’t felt in a very long time. People told him all the time how beautiful he was, but the way Lukas looked at him made him feel more than beautiful; it made him feel desirable…hot. Wild.

“Lukas.” Bill pushed his hair back from his face and planted his back against the door, looking up at his new bodyguard and licking his lips.

Something moved behind Lukas’ blue eyes and Bill saw him swallow hard. “Mr. Kaulitz.”

“Come here,” Bill said softly, though his voice brooked no argument.

Lukas dropped his bag where he stood and in two steps was looking down at Bill with hooded eyes as Bill pressed himself into the door. The shadow that fell over him didn’t cool him at all; he could feel Lukas’ heat already and he ached to mould himself to it, to burn himself with it. He took a shuddering breath. “I, uh…talked to Tom.”

Lukas’ eyes bore into Bill’s until Bill continued. “I talked to Tom,” he reached a tentative hand out, trailing his fingertip lightly up the lapel of Lukas’ black, leather jacket, “and he’s okay with it.”

Lukas looked down at the slim, manicured finger as it slipped off his jacket and moved up the front of the black tee shirt underneath. “He’s okay with what, Mr. Kaulitz?”

“With this. With me, being with you.” Bill smiled and ducked his head. A strong hand gripped his hip lightly, as if testing his boundaries, and Bill caught his breath.

“With me.” Lukas kept his voice low and pushed Bill into the door, running thick fingers down Bill’s belly before wrapping them around the other, slim hip. “How do you want to be with me, Mr. Kaulitz?”

Sucking in a deep breath at the hard cock in Lukas’ jeans pressing against his belly, Bill tried to keep from thrusting his own erection wantonly against Lukas’ thigh. He really needed to get his clothes off and get this man on him. Bill looked up coyly beneath thick, coal lashes and struggled to keep his voice steady. “I want you to fuck me, Lukas.”

Lukas’ eyes widened but he leaned his head down and claimed Bill’s lips with his, his breath growing heavy as he teased Bill’s bottom lip with his tongue. Bill moaned into it but stopped the kiss before it got too deep. Bill had a plan.

“No.” He planted a hand on Lukas’ chest, pushing slightly, and Lukas pulled back quickly.

“No?” The look on his face was a mixture of confusion and disappointment, and Bill couldn’t stop the mischievous grin from his lips.

“No, yes. But we’re doing it my way.” He gripped Lukas’ tee shirt covering his chest and fisted it, dragging Lukas down to him hard and finding no resistance. Bill kissed Lukas this time, roughly, hotly, before thrusting him away, pushing him toward the bed. Smiling wickedly, Bill advanced on him, and the smile grew sinful when he saw Lukas gulp.

“And what is your way?” Lukas asked, his voice rasping and his eyes running over Bill’s body.

Bill slipped his jacket off his arms, letting it fall to the floor before pulling his tee shirt over his head. “Get your clothes off. I want you naked.”

“Yes, sir.” Lukas began to undress slowly, teasingly, smirking at Bill as he did. When he was done, he lay back on the bed, propping his head up with the pillows at the headboard and watched Bill slip his boxer briefs off his ankles. “Now what?”

“Now,” Bill explained, climbing onto the bed and straddling Lukas’ waist, “you let me do whatever I want.”

He crooked a brow as if daring Lukas to protest, but Lukas merely sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, before replying, “You’re the boss.”

“Good. Now put your arms up here.” He slid his fingers around Lukas’ wrists and pulled them up over the bodyguard’s head, tucking them under the spiky, blond strands and rubbing his aching cock against Lukas’ belly as he held Lukas’ arms where he wanted them. “Keep them there. No matter what I do, you keep them there. Understand?”

Lukas looked up at him, blue eyes growing slate. He didn’t answer and Bill didn’t really expect he would. Bill smiled down at him and ran his hands softly down Lukas’ arms, tickling lightly as he went. He could feel the muscles under his thighs tighten as Lukas tried to keep from laughing when Bill reached his under arms and Lukas tried to lower his arms in self-defense.

“Uh uh uh.” Bill scolded and shook his head, pushing Lukas’ arms back over his head. “Hold still.” Lukas grunted in response and Bill smirked. He started again, trailing his fingers down Lukas’ arms, and the big man beneath him tensed but held his arms up, his arms trembling with the effort. “Good. I like that.”

He moved down to skim his fingers over Lukas’ sides, watching the man quiver and his muscles bunch on his chest. He touched them in awe. He knew Georg had muscles like these and that Tom was working it, but he’d never been able to touch them like this. He could feel the muscles moving under his caresses and seize up when he leaned down to lap at Lukas’ small, brown nipple.

He teased it, circling it with his tongue and scraping his teeth lightly over it before taking it in his mouth and sucking, looking up at Lukas as he did. The bodyguard’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes were becoming hooded and Bill grinned at his efforts to stay quiet. “Do you like this?”

His eyes flashed but Lukas remained silent.

“I said,” Bill grabbed Lukas’ hips and ground his groin against the big man beneath him, biting harder on the nipple in his mouth, “do you like this?”

Lukas grunted, “Yeah.” and nodded shortly, closing his eyes tightly.

“Yeah? Yeah, what?” Bill looked up at him through his lashes and flattened his tongue against the hard peak, his fingernails scratching lightly across Lukas’ abs, making him flinch and thrust under Bill.

“Sir. Mr. Kaulitz.” Lukas groaned around his name and Bill could feel his cock twitch, hardening against Lukas’ leg.

“Good,” Bill murmured. “Do you want more?” He bit lightly at the other nipple before soothing with a soft tongue.

Lukas nodded again.

“Say please.” Bill sat up, his palms planted right in the middle of the bodyguard’s chest. “Say please and I’ll go lower.”

Lukas’ eyes opened wide and he murmured something so low that Bill couldn’t understand it. He didn’t really need to; the look on Lukas’ face told him what he needed to know, but he wanted Lukas to say it.

“What was that?” Bill cocked his head innocently. “Something you want to say?”

Lukas licked his lips and looked away, and Bill could see tiny beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. “Please,” he muttered, and Bill raised an eyebrow. “Please, yes please,” Lukas repeated, his face flushing.

“Well.” Bill smiled as he began to slide down Lukas’ body, the soft skin of his inner thighs settling on Lukas. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He dragged tormenting fingers down Lukas’ groin, running his fingernails lightly over the skin surrounding the curls at the base of his cock, sucking in a breath when it twitched in response. Lukas could never be accused of having a small dick and Bill drank in the sight of it as it lay thick and hard against Lukas’ belly. Precome was starting to leak from the tip and Bill wanted so much to taste it but he held back. He had other things in mind for tonight.

He worked his fingers through Lukas’ curls, making sure not to touch what he knew Lukas wanted him to touch. He loved this; Bill was a man who had to be in control of everything in his life, and knowing that he could control a man so much bigger than he, so much stronger than he, with just a touch of his finger, gave Bill a rush of power. His dick got harder just watching Lukas struggle to restrain himself and he rubbed his hard shaft against the soft hair on Lukas’ thigh. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, making him want to just rub himself off on Lukas right there, but if he could control Lukas, he could certainly control himself.

Bill climbed off of him and off the bed, and he heard Lukas gasp in surprised disappointment. Chuckling to himself, Bill walked over to where he’d dropped his bag, his hips swaying seductively. Sure that Lukas couldn’t take his eyes off him, Bill bent over further than he had to, searching through the bag, knowing that Lukas could see everything from where he was, but he also couldn’t touch. He found the bottle of lube and the condom he was looking for right away but he continued to fumble around, pretending he couldn’t find it, just to give Lukas more of a show.

“I know it’s here somewhere,” Bill said, looking behind him. Lukas’ eyes were trained on his ass and his dick pulsed on his belly. The poor man was starting to sweat so much, Bill thought it was about time to give him what he wanted; what they both wanted. “Oh, here it is!” Bill pulled the bottle of lube and the condom out of the bag and dropped them on the bed before crawling back up the bodyguard’s thighs.

Bill unwrapped the condom and clasped Lukas’ cock, giving it a couple firm strokes before rolling the condom on, loving the needy sounds Lukas was making in this throat. Grabbing the bottle, Bill opened the cap and drizzled a line of lube down Lukas’ cock while Lukas watched breathlessly.

“Let’s just slick this up, too, shall we?” Bill held his own cock in his palm and was ready to drop a line of lube there, too, when he noticed the bead of precome at the tip. He tossed the lube aside and without a thought, gathered it up on his index finger and popped it into his mouth, looking Lukas in the eye and moaning quietly.

Lukas arched beneath him, thrusting at the air reflexively and he moaned along with Bill, his cock head turning purple with the force of his erection.

“Oh,” Bill said innocently, licking off the tip of his finger, “did you want some of this?”

The look in Lukas’ eyes was voracious and it was everything Bill had not to laugh--or come. This was the hottest thing he’d ever done. He hadn’t been with a lot of guys and he’d never allowed this side of himself to come out to play before. He hadn’t realized how fun it would be and he’d certainly had no idea how much he’d get off on it.

“Well, maybe there’s some left for you.” Bill grasped his dick and pumped it a few times, stroking it slowly and thoroughly, his eyes locked on Lukas’. He slipped his other hand under his balls and rolled them lightly between his fingers and his thighs tightened on Lukas’ legs, pushing him up to his knees. He wanted to come, wanted to keep jacking his cock hard until he shot across those gorgeous abs in front of him, and the vision of that nearly sent him over the edge. Instead, he grit his teeth and stopped stoking, showing Lukas the precome glistening in his slit. “You want it?”

“God, yes,” Lukas responded, his voice raspy with desperation.

Bill scooped it up with his finger and reached up to just touch it to Lukas’ lips before he opened up and sucked Bill’s finger into his mouth. Catching his breath, Bill closed his eyes as Lukas’ tongue swirled around his fingertip and he could feel the blood pulsing harder in his cock. A warm ache spread up the small of his back and he knew he had to get Lukas inside him.
Pulling his finger out of Lukas’ mouth quickly, Bill planted one hand on Lukas’ hip and wrapped the fingers of his other hand around Lukas’ thick cock, so hard now that it bounced on his belly in anticipation. Bill stroked him hard and fast and Lukas grunted and strained upward, his arms coming down to grab Bill’s thighs.

“Get ‘em back up there,” Bill ordered and stopped his stroking, making Lukas comply immediately. “I think you’re good and slick. Now I get to do me. You don’t mind waiting, do you?” Bill felt around in the mussed covers for the bottle of lube. Finding it, he covered his fingers with a healthy coating before dropping the bottle by his leg. “I’ll even let you watch.”

When Bill went up on his knees and reached between his legs with lube coated fingers, running his fingers around his sensitive, puckered hole before slipping a finger inside, he thought he might finally lose control…of Lukas and of himself. Lukas’ eyes were so hooded that they were reduced to dark slits and he breathed out a moan as he watched Bill’s fingers. “Mr. Kaulitz….”

The yearning in Lukas’ voice made Bill’s insides twist. And suddenly, he wanted so badly to let Lukas touch him. It had been such a long time since anyone had and he really liked this game, but he needed to be touched, too, and he crooked his finger and thrust harder into himself at the thought of it. And then he realized there was a way for Lukas to touch him and let him remain in control.

“Just because you’ve been so good, Lukas, I’m going to let you help me out.” He slipped his finger out and held a hand out. “Give me your hand.”

When he did, Bill smothered the first two fingers in lube. He smeared it all over before guiding Lukas’ thick fingers between his legs. Lukas lost his breath as soon as his palm brushed the underside of Bill’s balls and his wrist shook a little in Bill’s hand when he made the tips of Lukas’ fingers rub in slow circles around Bill’s tight opening.

“Slowly, Lukas,” Bill breathed, and then moaned as Lukas pressed his fingers into him, opening him much more than Bill would have with two of his own fingers. Lukas found the breath he’d lost and then some, starting to pant as Bill tightened his ass around his fingers. He finger fucked him slowly and Bill held on, planting his palms on Lukas’ chest and curling his fingers, digging lovely, manicured tips into the flesh and leaving eight pink, half-moon dents there. He held himself as still as he could, hovering over Lukas, his eyes closed and his lips fallen open.

Lukas slipped out of him and he opened his eyes in time to see him grab the bottle of lube and hold it up to Bill. “May I?”

Bill dropped his head down, his hair trailing across Lukas’ chest, “Do it.”

And Lukas did. He lubed three fingers up and within moments, had them back inside Bill, Bill’s body contracting around them. He thrust up and curled his fingers and Bill began to bounce on them. He was starting to sweat, it was so hot in there and the thick fingers in his ass were only making it hotter.

“That’s enough,” Bill panted. “Take them out.” Grabbing the lube again as Lukas slowly brought his fingers out of him, Bill slathered a palm-full on Lukas’ cock, stroking it quickly until Lukas’ hands were scrabbling at the blankets.

He would have sworn time stood still as Bill crawled up his body and hovered over him, and Bill would have teased him even more, if he thought either one of them could handle it.

Holding Lukas’ cock firmly, he sank down on it slowly, his heart thumping, closing his eyes in bliss at how full he felt, how damn good it felt. Lukas’ deep sigh matched his own when Bill settled all the way down on him and stopped, giving his body time to adjust. Big, strong hands slid up his thighs and Bill stopped them, holding them in place as he caught Lukas’ eye, before moving them up to his hips. Leaving the steady hands on his hips, he began to move.

He moved slowly, at first, sliding up and down on Lukas’ cock, feeling it grow harder inside of him as Lukas groaned below him. The sound spurred him on and he fell into a steady rhythm, his hands teasing over the soft skin of his own belly, circling over his nipples and tugging on the silver rings pierced through them. Bill didn’t know how, but he could feel the twinge in his cock when he played with those rings, and that and the fullness of Lukas’ cock in his ass made the breath stutter in his chest.

Bill dragged his nails up the sides of his neck slowly, burying his hands in his dreads and pulling his hair, his eyes locked on Lukas. Lukas’ mouth was open in a gasp for air, his lips wet and shiny and his eyes so dark blue, they looked like storm clouds about to explode. He looked like a man two strokes away from ultimate bliss and Bill moaned deep in his throat. He wanted to give him that bliss; Bill wanted to make Lukas come.

He leaned back and rested his hands on Lukas’ knees, bouncing on that thick cock in slow, tight strokes and he looked down his long body. His cock was so hard, the dark red head leaking and begging for attention, but beyond where it stood proud and aching, Bill could see Lukas watching where their bodies joined and all his muscles seemed to tighten at once.

“Touch it,” he groaned. “Touch me there.”

Lukas licked his lips and his eyes flicked up to Bill’s cock, where he gathered precome from the slit before his finger touched Bill lightly where his cock was sliding into him. Bill sucked a breath in hard and held it, squeezing his eyes closed, his dreads falling down his back and swinging against his arms. Lukas caressed the taut skin encasing his cock, pressing his finger against it and just inside Bill along with his cock and Bill knew he’d lose it soon.

As Lukas thrust into him, their bodies slapping together, slick with sweat, Bill wrapped his hand around his own aching cock and jerked himself hard. He jerked it hard and fast and his groin was so tight, it felt so good, he almost couldn’t hold himself up. But then Lukas had hold of his hips and was fucking him so good that Bill let go. His thighs tightened, his belly grew hard, his cock swelled in his palm and with a loud cry, Bill came.

Lukas’ thrusts began to stutter as Bill clenched around him and he arched up, straining at the apex, and Bill ground down on his cock as Lukas came. When he collapsed back down, Bill fell with him. He collapsed in a sweaty heap, draped over Lukas’ heaving chest and tried desperately to get his breath back.

Moments passed where neither of them said a word. The sun was setting outside the window and the only sound in the room was their breath and the thundering of their hearts, pounding from exertion. Now that they’d done this, now that he was done being “Mr. Kaulitz”, Bill didn’t quite know what to say. What sort of conversation do you have after teasing a man into a writhing mess on the bed? Still, he couldn’t stand the quiet any longer.

“I, um,” Bill started. “Thank you.” Bill wanted to facepalm. Thank you? Say something else, for god’s sake. “I’ve wanted that for so long,” Bill said quietly, nudging his nose into Lukas’ neck, not caring that he was covered in sweat and come.

Lukas chuckled, making Bill’s whole body vibrate. “I haven’t worked for you for very long, Mr. Kaulitz.”

Bill smiled, wryly. “I’ve wanted that since the first time I laid eyes on you. How’s that?” He pushed himself up, wincing at how tender his muscles were. He was gonna pay for this in the morning. “And you don’t have to call me Mr. Kaulitz.”

“No? I thought you liked it?”

“Well,” Bill’s face grew warm and he ducked his head, trying to hide behind his dreads, but Lukas pushed them away from his face, cupping his chin. “I liked it when you said it in bed. And I guess you have to call me that in public.” He shrugged. “But right now, it’s just Bill.”

Lukas seemed to consider this before smiling. “I think you’re never just Bill. You’re Bill Kaulitz. Everyone wants you.”

“Mhm.” Bill leaned down and claimed Lukas’ full lips, sucking lightly. “Unlucky for them that I have my sights set on someone, yes?”

Lukas dragged him flush against his chest and kissed him thoroughly and Bill tried not to smile.

“But,” Bill sat up, his palms resting on Lukas’ chest as he slid Lukas’ softened cock out of him, “we have to do something about that fanny pack.” Bill removed Lukas’ used condom, tied the end and tossed it in the garbage before lying back down, pulling the blanket from the end of the bed over the both of them.

Lukas looked over at the offending accessory, hanging innocently from the back of a chair, before looking at Bill quizzically. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Really, Lukas?” Bill couldn’t help but laugh. How could such a gorgeous hunk of man be so clueless about fashion? “Fanny packs are…well, they’re kind of lame.” He finished quickly and his lips twitched with trying not to smile. He didn’t want to offend Lukas, but that fanny pack had to go.

“Lame?” Lukas scowled at him and Bill failed to keep from grinning. “Lame? Where am I going to carry your emergency lip gloss? And what about your silver glitter pen for signing autographs?”

Bill snorted. “Whatever. Like I have a silver glitter pen.”

Lukas stared at him until Bill broke down and laughed into his neck, pressing himself against Lukas’ hot skin. “Okay, fine! I have a silver glitter pen.”

Lukas nodded. “Uh huh.”

“But!” Bill said. “I will find you something else. No more fanny pack,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir.” Lukas smirked, and Bill snuggled back into his side, closing his eyes and smiling contently. Lukas’ heart was beating strong and clear under his cheek, and he would have fallen asleep if not for the fingers that started to trail softly up and down his side.

“What are you doing?” Bill mumbled against Lukas’ skin.

“Touching you. Can I touch you here, too?” Lukas’ other hand skimmed up the thigh Bill had draped over Lukas’ and his cock began to swell against Lukas’ hip. He rubbed it against him, humming with the jolt of pleasure that shot through him. “Do you want to go again?”

Bill thrust against him again and sleepily kissed Lukas’ chest, “Mm, I don’t know. Do I get to be Mr. Kaulitz again?”

Bill squeaked in surprise when Lukas flipped him onto his back and hovered over him with a mischievous grin.

“Nope. This time we’re doing it my way,” Lukas said, “Bill.”