Janni, NC17, Tom/Bill, 18/?

[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.

Tom leaned his head forward, hoping that his dreads would stay tied up as the shower pulsated, hot and steamy against his shoulders. He breathed deeply, relaxing muscle groups, one by one.

Simone had left only a short time ago and he was grateful she’d stayed so long. His mother was a whirlwind when it came to organizing and they’d ended up getting much more done than they would have if she wasn’t there. Especially since Tom hadn’t been able to concentrate after Bill’s hint of what was to come tonight.

He still had no idea what it was Bill wanted to try. Tom had tried asking, whenever Simone took another box upstairs or when they’d had to take Tom's old couch out to the garage. He’d even cornered Bill out there and pushed him up against the wall, doing a little teasing of his own. Nothing worked. Bill would have made great spy material. The bastard.

Tom chuckled to himself and looked up in surprise when the shower curtain was pulled back and Bill poked his head in.

“Shit, I suppose you’ll want some hot water. Sorry, I was just getting done.” Tom turned, fumbling for the taps while trying to keep his hair dry, but a slim pair of arms encircled his waist, delicate fingers splaying over his abdomen.

“I hope not. I came to join you.” Bill pulled him back, flush against his chest, and Tom's belly twisted hard.

“Aha, was this your idea, then?” He had wondered why Bill had been adamant that Tom take the first shower. He grabbed the bar of soap from the corner shelf and turned in Bill’s arms.

“No. Well,” he took the soap from Tom and rubbed it between his hands. “This was part of it. I liked the idea of you naked and wet.” Tom felt his face flush and was thankful for the hot shower he could blame for it.

Bill ran soapy hands across Tom’s shoulders, over his chest, everywhere and Tom found his breath quickening. Really, he shouldn’t be getting that excited, should he? Bill hadn’t really touched any part of him sexually at all. But just having Bill’s hands on him—anywhere on him—was enough to make him think of when they’d slept together and the things Bill’s hands did to him then. And that was enough to have his dick rock hard before Bill’s hands even got down that far. If he’d been thinking, Tom might have been a little embarrassed by how eager he seemed. But he couldn’t think, and he was eager, if truth was known.

But then Bill wrapped a soapy hand around Tom's cock and Tom didn’t care about being eager or embarrassed or even that he had a name. All that existed was Bill’s eyes and Bill’s hand. He’d never get enough of either of them, and the small noises of pleasure that whimpered from the back of his throat seemed to prove it.

He startled himself with his sounds and grabbed on to Bill’s shoulders, holding on with strong fingers as he tried to keep his knees from buckling.

“You make me make noises like a girl,” Tom panted, clenching his eyes shut to keep from coming just yet, thinking maybe if he didn’t look…maybe if he didn’t see it was Bill with his hands on him, he could slow this down a little. But even with his eyes closed, he still saw Bill. Only he saw Bill beneath him, writhing and looking up at him with dark eyes, and he grunted, grabbing Bill’s wrist to stop him. This was not where he wanted to finish tonight.

“You’re definitely not a girl.” Bill stroked his thumb over Tom's slit, rubbing into it and Tom jerked.

“Stop. I swear to god, I’ll come.” Tom pressed himself against Bill’s chest, slick flesh sliding against Bill’s and he decided that wasn’t helping at all. Biting Bill’s neck lightly, he held completely still.

“Maybe I wanted you to,” Bill murmured over long kisses pressed into Tom's shoulder.

“But I can’t. Not if we’re going to…” Tom bit his shoulder again, sucking around the bite and leaving Bill’s skin stained with his mark. “It’ll take me too long to finish later and, I don’t know, you’d end up hurting, wouldn’t you?”

He could feel Bill’s smile nuzzled in his neck and the hand on his cock began to move again, tugging lightly, thumb flicking the head as Tom's legs began to tremble. “I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that tonight.”

Tom really wanted to know what Bill meant. He tried to wrap his brain around it, tried to figure it out, but that was impossible when his belly was tense and his legs were shaking and he didn’t even care that the water was getting cold. He held on to Bill’s shoulders and leaned back just far enough to watch black and white tipped fingers stroke him faster, harder, the soap bubbles escaping between them and that was all he could take.

His eyes never leaving Bill’s hand, he arched forward and came, hot spurts splattering Bill’s groin and running down over the smooth skin surrounding his cock. Bill milked him slowly, letting him ride out his orgasm, and Tom remembered to breathe.

“Let’s go to bed.” Bill kissed him and Tom nodded absently, his legs feeling rubbery and unsteady as he turned and rinsed them off before spinning the taps and shutting the water off.

By the time they got there, Tom's brain seemed to be working again and he remembered what Bill had said.

“Hey,” he started, pulling the covers down and climbing quickly into bed, pressing close to Bill and entwining their legs. “Okay, you’re driving me crazy with the hints. What’s your big idea?” Shivering, he pulled the covers up over their shoulders and snuggled into his pillow, chilled from his shower.

Bill went up on his elbow before leaning down to kiss Tom slowly; just a tiny, sweet brush of the lips that made Tom lose his breath.

“Do that again.” Tom's hand skimmed over Bill’s smooth skin, over his shoulder, his chest, stopping on his hip and squeezing gently, and Bill kissed him again. Tom breathed out a sigh. “How do you even do that?”

Bill dotted kisses on the corner of Tom's lips and up his jaw, whispering, “Do what?”

“You make me absolutely crazy. I just came not ten minutes ago and—“ Tom pulled him closer and thrust carefully against Bill’s hip. Tom was well on his way to hard and Bill chuckled into his neck.

“Hm, I could stop.” He pulled up to look at Tom, lips twitching. “If it’s a problem.”

“Oh, no.” Tom shook his head, playing along with his eyes wide. “So not a problem.”

“Good.” Bill dropped a line of kisses on his chest, pushing the blankets down as he went. Tom watched his dark head move lower, sucking a breath in sharply as Bill laved a wet tongue over his nipple. He’d have sworn right then that his nipple was somehow attached to his cock because he could feel the rush of blood pumping to his dick, feel it swelling on his belly, the tip brushing against Bill’s long hair spread over him.

A soft hand moved across his thigh and Tom's fingers carded through Bill’s hair, playing there and subtly urging him on. Fingertips swirled lightly over his erection, teasing it and Tom groaned in the back of his throat. “God, Bill.”

Bill hummed against his skin and trailed his mouth lower, suckling kisses that he broke with a lick down to the next spot while his fingers wrapped around Tom's cock and started a slow stroking. Tom could barely keep from thrusting, wanting more…needing more, and he clenched his eyes shut.

And then Bill shifted, nudging Tom's legs apart and settling between them. His eyes flew open in time to see Bill look up at him through thick, black lashes before licking open sinful lips and sucking in the tip of Tom's cock. Tom fisted the sheets and tried to think of boring things; baseball, politics, anything to keep him from coming in Bill’s mouth just then. Bill smiled around Tom's cock before giving it an extra long lick from his fingers to the tip, dipping his tongue into the slit and lapping up the precome there before sliding it into his mouth again.

“Bill,” Tom breathed. Bill set a leisurely rhythm, hollowing his cheeks on the upstroke and suckling on the head as his hand kept stroking and stroking and Tom thought this must be the most amazing thing besides being inside Bill. If blowjobs had been this good when he was a teenager, he’d have tried to get them more often. Bill had a little more experience than the girls in Tom's high school, though, and when Bill moved his hand away and took Tom so deep in his mouth that Tom felt him swallow around his cock, he fought hard to keep from thrusting. He threw his head back, gritting his teeth.

The cold air on his cock was a shock and brought him back from the edge. He blew out a sigh of relief and looked down. Bill moved to his side of the bed and rummaged through his bedside table.

“What are you doing?”

Bill palmed something from the drawer and pushed it closed before planting himself between Tom's legs again, his lips curving secretly. He gently nudged Tom's legs further apart, opening him and Tom furrowed his brows.

“Bill?” He didn’t have any doubt that whatever Bill was doing would be good but he felt more open and exposed than he ever had before and that made him uncomfortable, no matter how much he trusted Bill.

“You’ll see.” He finished warming whatever he held between his hands and dropped it by Tom's leg before smiling brilliantly, and with a wink, he lifted Tom's knees up toward his chest. Tom watched curiously, watched Bill lower his head and chastely kiss the tip of his cock before moving further down the shaft, lapping at the taut skin, tongue following the thick vein down to his balls.

Bill’s tongue trailed over one side of Tom's sac, then the other, sucking each ball in and rolling it with his tongue, and Tom couldn’t decide whether he could look or not. He didn’t remember anyone doing this to him before; none of the couple girls he’d been with in high school and certainly not Nikki. Bill’s fingers brushed up the insides of Tom's thighs, scratching just hard enough that Tom thought he might have red marks there but then Bill’s head moved lower and Tom forgot about nails and red marks. He froze.

“What—“ Tom touched Bill’s head, making him look up with a questioning look. “Baby, what are you--? You can’t--”

“No? But,” Bill poked his pink tongue out and licked at Tom's hole and Tom felt it soften under Bill’s ministrations. “Maybe you’ll like it. Want more?” He held Tom's eyes, lapping at him again and Tom gulped, nodding helplessly and dropping his head back to flop on the pillow. Bill hummed around his tongue and Tom groaned along with him.

Never in a million years. Never in a million years had he ever thought someone would do something like this to him. And as he relaxed, Bill’s tongue loving him and pushing into him, Tom realized that this was damn good. He ran a fingertip through the precome dripping from the tip of his dick and pooling on his belly and used it to slick himself, stroking lightly over the purple head.

His toes curled as Bill’s tongue delved deeper, and it didn’t register what the click he heard from down there meant until a slick finger replaced Bill’s mouth. Tom sucked a breath in hard, nearly choking on it as Bill pushed his finger in, twisting it slowly, moving carefully.

“How’s that?” Bill nuzzled his cheek against Tom's leg, his breath warming Tom's balls.

“It’s…um,” Tom started, not even close to sure how to describe how it felt.

“Want me to stop?” Bill asked, fingering Tom with a gentle stroke before turning his palm up and crooking his finger, brushing the pad over his prostate. A strangled noise escaped Tom’s throat, his cock twitched in his hand and he squeezed the head hard, his balls tightening. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“No.” Tom's voice cracked. “God no, don’t stop.”

Bill stroked inside him, touching that spot and not touching that spot, teasing him until Tom was a sweaty, writhing mess. “Want another finger?”

Tom made a noise he hoped sounded like a yes and another finger joined the first inside him, stretching him, and he held his breath, waiting for the pain. He’d thought this was supposed to hurt or something, but it hadn’t seemed to hurt Bill when Tom did it to him and it didn’t hurt Tom now. It was just a little uncomfortable. Bill went slow, being so careful with him until the uncomfortable part of being opened and filled with more faded away and soon Tom planted his feet on the bed and found himself pushing down, screwing himself down on Bill’s fingers.

He asked for more, nearly found himself begging for more and Bill leaned over him, sucking on the head of Tom's cock as he added another finger. Tom fisted the sheets and ground down, not minding the slight sting he finally felt from the extra girth. Sweat dripped from his hairline, down his neck, and he licked at his lips, trying in vain to wet them with a dry tongue.

Tom grasped Bill’s wrist and tugged at it, pulling Bill up his body and grunting as Bill’s fingers slipped out of him. Bill’s eyes were hooded with desire and his lips were open and wet; wet enough for both of them. Tom wove his fingers through Bill’s hair and dragged him down for a kiss so hot, so intense that Bill’s fingers dug into his shoulder. Tom sucked at his lips, ravenous for them, to taste their sweetness and Bill broke their kiss, searching Tom's eyes.

“Can I be inside you?” Tom's belly twisted with the whispered question. “Let me inside.” He brushed his lips over Tom's again, breathing ‘please’ into Tom's skin and Tom grabbed the sides of Bill’s face, holding him still and kissing him hard, sliding their tongues together.

“Do it,” Tom answered breathlessly between kisses. “I need you to.”

Bill hummed and moved between Tom's legs, going up on his knees and sitting back on his heels. He clicked open the bottle of lube and drizzled a palmful into his hand, snapping the bottle shut and tossing it aside before slicking his cock thoroughly with the slippery liquid. Tom locked his eyes on him, watching his face, anticipation, nerves and need flowing through him, making his lip tremble. He caught it between his teeth as Bill positioned himself above him and pushed in slowly. Bill’s cock was bigger than the three fingers he had in him before and Tom failed to hide his momentary wince.

Bill stopped, watching him with dark eyes. “Sorry. Just…breathe a second.”

Tom nodded and took a couple big breaths, blowing them out and lifting his legs higher, willing himself open. He wanted this so badly, wanted to be filled with every bit of Bill that he could and he felt himself relax. Bill must have felt it, too, because he started moving again. He pushed himself all the way inside and started a slow thrust, holding the backs of Tom's knees and looking down where their bodies connected. Tom followed his gaze and the fire that Bill had lit in him, tickling through his groin and flickering outward, grew even more intense. He ached to wrap desperate fingers around his cock, ached to tug at himself frantically with Bill buried inside him but he didn’t dare. He knew he’d come way too soon and that wouldn’t be fair to Bill.

Bill found an angle that brushed right over Tom's prostate and he actually heard himself whimper before he decided he didn’t care anymore if he sounded like a girl or pleaded or spoke in tongues so long as Bill didn’t stop doing that. He thrust up as best he could as Bill’s strokes grew shorter and faster. Tom could feel everything tightening, his muscles quivering and becoming taut and Bill moved over him, hovering there, black hair sticking wetly to his forehead, the pale skin of his neck and Tom thought inanely that the contrast was beautiful. Fuck, Bill was beautiful.

He wrapped his hand up in Bill’s hair and tugged him closer, bending under his thrusts and kissing him greedily. “Bill, I—“

“Waiting for you.” Bill sucked at Tom's lips, panting. “Want you to come.”

Tom shook his head, his eyes not leaving Bill’s. “I love you.”

Bill groaned and crushed his lips to Tom's, thrusting hard and fast, and the fire inside Tom exploded, white hot tendrils curling through his veins. Hot come pulsed between them, and Bill stiffened above him, whimpering ‘love you’ into Tom's mouth as his thrusts stuttered and slowed.

Bill pulled out and Tom could tell he was trying to be careful but the withdrawal left him feeling suddenly chilled and empty and Tom didn’t think that could be helped no matter how carefully Bill pulled out. He was still breathing hard as Bill pulled the covers over them, settling next to him and pressing damp skin against Tom's. He laid his head on Tom's shoulder and turned to kiss the skin under his cheek.

Tom reached over and turned off the lamp, Bill muttering a faint protest at the movement and nuzzling into his neck. Tom grinned wearily into the darkness. He was sweaty, he had come on his belly that had trickled down his side, he had come down the insides of his thighs and he finally noticed that his dreads had gotten wet in the shower after all. But as Bill’s breaths grew shallow and evened out, as his arm wound tighter around Tom's hip and Tom held him close, Tom slipped off to sleep thinking he’d never felt better.


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