Epiphany, NC17, Bill/Georg, Georg/OFC, Bill/OFC/Georg, 5/10

[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.

Tom trotted off the stage, grabbed a towel and caught up to Georg, who had left the stage moments before. Both were out of breath, panting hard. They shared a glance and grinned at each other, still high on adrenaline from the show.

Tom smacked the bassist on the shoulder, “Hey, wanna hang out tonight? There’s a club I want to check out. Maybe I‘ll find a nice, intelligent girl. With really big tits.” Tom winked at him.

Georg laughed, “Is that all you think about?”

Tom pulled the towel from his shoulders and, holding each end, began to twirl it. “Is there anything else worth thinking about?” He snapped the towel and it bit Georg in the ass.

The older man yelped and gave chase after the wiry guitarist. Tom ran to the dressing room and tried to quickly close the door. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t hold it closed when Georg caught up and shoved it open. Tom ran to the other side of the room, fell onto the couch and curled up in a ball, begging for mercy. The bassist advanced on him with a gleam in his eye and a twisted towel in his hands.

Georg heard a snicker from behind him, and before he could turn around, Bill snapped his own towel and got Georg in the ass again.

“Dammit!” Georg laughed and spun around. Bill was standing behind him with a wide smile on his face, holding the offending weapon.

“That’s what you get for messing with twins.” Tom crowed, jumping up from the couch and grabbing the towel that had fallen to the floor.

Neither of the other men heard him. Georg stared at the beautiful singer, laughter dying in his throat. Bill had left the stage just moments before Tom and Georg. He was sweaty, his clothes sticking to his lithe body, his makeup running just a little. Georg saw none of that.

What he saw was the curve of Bill’s neck, and he pictured himself licking his way up that curve. He saw the wild darkness of Bill’s hair, and wanted to run his fingers through it. He saw the soft lushness of Bill’s pink lips, and he yearned to taste them under his own. The playful grin slowly fell from Bill’s face as he took in the odd expression on the brunette’s face.

“Georg?” Bill cocked his head.

The bassist felt blood rush to his face, and he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. He grabbed his bag, brushed past the confused singer, and made for the exit. Security scrambled to keep up with him, but Georg wasn’t slowing down, and he certainly wasn’t stopping.

In the quiet of the room he left behind, Tom looked to Bill. “What just happened here?”

“I don’t know.” the singer replied softly, staring at the door.

~~~ooo~~~

Georg glanced around the club. Tom had been pretty eager to check this place out, but he really couldn’t find much that was special about it. The girls here looked like the girls at any other club, and the music was just as bad. There was even the same big booth in the same dark corner, where the band could drink and loosen up in relative privacy.

Gustav returned from the bar carrying beer for everyone. He handed one to the bassist, who accepted the icy beverage gratefully and took a long pull from the bottle. He watched as Gustav handed out the rest of the beer, and his eyes came to rest on Bill, sitting in the corner next to his brother. Georg suddenly felt his stomach flip, and he had to put his beer on the table so he wouldn’t spill it.

Bill was watching him. This wasn’t just a single glance. Bill actually had his eyes trained on Georg. This time, there was nowhere for him to go. Georg lifted his chin and locked eyes with the sultry singer.

Bill looked amazing. Everything about him was black, except his smooth, ivory skin and pink glossed lips. His raven hair was styled down and his kohl was perfectly applied, not too much, not too little. He wore black jeans and a black shirt with a slight ruffle down the front. On any other man, the outfit, makeup and hair would look ridiculous. The look was perfect on Bill, however, and the vision in front of him took Georg’s breath away.

Bill nodded very faintly, and touched Tom on the arm. After a brief look between the twins, Bill scooted around the inside of the booth to sit next to the nervous bassist.
The club was loud, and Bill had to lean in to make sure his friend would hear him.

“Hi.” Bill’s breath brushed over his ear, and Georg shivered. He took a long drink of his beer, hoping Bill hadn’t noticed.

“Hey, Bill.” All his thoughts seem to flee his head at once, and he was sure he was going to sound like an idiot.

“This might not be the best place to talk, but I can’t seem to catch you anywhere else.” Georg could feel Bill’s mouth next to his ear, so close, his breath just enough to tickle the hair of his sideburns. Bill lay a delicate, manicured hand on his wrist. “Why are you running away from me?”

Georg tried to argue, tried to deny that he was running from Bill. Even as the words were leaving his mouth, he realized how false they sounded, and his sentence tapered off. He looked down at Bill’s hand resting on his arm, then brought his eyes up to Bill’s.

He settled for a half truth. “I don‘t mean to.” Georg scanned the table for his cigarettes, needing a distraction. Not seeing them amongst the clutter on the table, he took another sip of his beer, instead.

“Are you mad at me, Georg?” Bill slid his thigh a little closer to his friend. Georg chuckled humorlessly and sat back, resting against the cold vinyl of the booth.

“No, Bill. I’m not mad at you. You haven’t done anything wrong. I just haven’t been sleeping very well, and it’s making me kinda weird.” He raised his eyes to Bill’s and watched him nod in understanding. Bill’s hand remained on his wrist. Slim fingers began to caress softly up and down the brunette’s forearms, burning lines into his flesh. Georg put his hand over Bill’s, stilling it.

“I’m gonna go get a shot. You want one?” There was only so much he could take; he needed to get out of the booth and have a chance to breathe. Georg didn’t wait for Bill’s answer before he slid out of the booth and headed for the bar.

~~~ooo~~~

The shots and the beers all seemed to blur together. Georg couldn’t say how many he’d had of each, and he wasn’t really sure he cared. He was more interested in the blonde pressing against his hip. The same hip Bill had scooted up against earlier. He had an arm wrapped around her waist, but it wouldn’t matter if he hadn’t; she had both arms wrapped around him and her lips were firmly attached to his neck. He wasn’t exactly sure how she ended up at their table or how she had come to attach herself to him. What Georg did know was that Bill was eyeing him and the girl from across the table.

As he watched, Bill slid next to the blonde. With his eyes locked on Georg’s, he brought his hand up, and one perfect finger traced a line from behind the girl’s ear, down her neck and rested between her cleavage. The blonde moaned low in Georg’s ear, and Bill cupped her breast.

Bill held Georg’s eyes as he slowly leaned toward the blonde. The singer nuzzled the blonde’s ear, whispering words Georg could not hear. Her breath quickened, hot on his skin, her tongue lapping delicately at Georg’s ear. Bill’s eyes sparkled and he took the girl’s earlobe between his own glossy lips. He suckled and release it, before his tongue began to caress where his lips had been. Bill’s eyes slowly slid closed.

Georg watched Bill’s tongue, spied the glint of his tongue-stud, and felt the warm lips nibbling on his own ear. His groin tightened painfully, he closed his eyes, and a loud groan escaped his lips before he could stop it. His hand found the girl’s thigh, his fingers tickled their way up the soft skin inside. She sucked her breath in hard when those fingers stole under her skirt and brushed the edge of her panties. Her fingernails dug into his sides and she bit down, little teeth marks on his tender lobe.

Georg felt fingers brush his, felt the long nails scratch softly at the back of his hand. He looked at Bill again; Bill was licking the blonde’s neck in short little licks, working his way toward her collarbone. He didn’t seem to even know Georg was there. The fingers caressing his hand proved that he did.

Those ghost fingers began to gently apply just enough pressure to move Georg’s hand, to nudge it down. Finally, Bill’s hand covered Georg’s completely and brought it down to cover the heat trapped inside those silken panties. The singer guided Georg in caressing her, so very lightly, nearly tickling her. The blonde leaned back against the booth, eyes closed, almost purring. Bill made Georg press harder, rub just a little harder, and he could feel her wetness seeping through the silk, spreading over his fingers. He could smell her arousal, and it made his cock so hard that it hurt.

“Come back to the hotel with me,” Georg commanded, voice husky. His lips whispered over her cheek before finding her lips. He slit his eyes, watching Bill and licking desperately at the girl‘s tongue.

“Okay.” She panted, pulling her head back to answer him. “But, Bill has to come, too.”

Bill raised his head, looking first at the blonde, then at Georg. He smirked and cocked an eyebrow.

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