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.

The only sounds that could be heard from the back of the van were heavy breathing and a soft, feminine giggle. One of the men, it didn’t matter which, had finally asked the girl her name. Carly. It probably wouldn’t matter tomorrow, but they would make sure it mattered tonight.

Georg was as hard and excited as he was nervous. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop kissing Carly, couldn’t stop touching her. If he did, he might start thinking. If he started thinking, he was afraid he might be too scared to do this. And he wanted to do this. He didn’t know where it was going to lead or what would happen, but it was a chance worth taking, wasn’t it?

The bassist slid his lips over the blonde’s again, licking them, suckling at them, before pulling back to catch his breath. He smoothed his hand down her bare thigh. Bill’s head was bent over the girl’s chest, his hair falling around him so Georg couldn’t see what he was doing. Judging from the breathy sounds she was making, he had a pretty good idea, though.

Georg felt the van slow and turned to look at the driver. His eyes met Saki’s in the rearview, and the hulking bodyguard smiled and shook his head. Georg smirked at him, but had grace enough to flush slightly. He nudged Bill, and while they pulled up to the curb, Carly put her clothing right. With a warning to behave themselves until they got to their room, Saki got out of the van.

~~~ooo~~~

Georg flipped on the bathroom light as they stumbled into the hotel room. He walked the girl, lips attached to hers, over to the one large bed that took up the majority of the room. Just as the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, he stopped and wrapped his arms around her, both large hands grasping an ass-cheek. The bassist could feel Carly’s hands on his back, dipping down to his waist, slipping under his shirt, reminding him that hers had to come off. He leaned back, breathing hard, ripped her little blouse over her head and tossed it over his shoulder. He quickly unzipped the back of her skirt, stripped it off, and threw it over by the blouse.

Georg stood in front of this hot, curvaceous blonde who seemed to want nothing more than to please him, but he wasn’t focusing on her. He was looking for Bill.

Bill hadn’t followed them over to the bed, and Georg pressed up against Carly, head over her shoulder, scanning the room for him.

Bill was not where Georg had expected him to be. He had not followed them over to the bed because he was sitting in the one lounge chair in the room. His boots where kicked off, his ruffled blouse was unbuttoned and un-tucked, hanging open. And Bill was touching himself. He was watching Georg kiss the groupie, was watching him grope her, and Bill was rubbing the manicured fingers of one hand over the bulge in his own jeans. Sensually, slowly, touching himself, his eyes locked with the bassist’s.

Georg groaned in the back of this throat, drug his eyes from Bill’s gaze and turned Carly back toward the bed. Is that was this is about? he thought, If he wants a show, I’ll give him a fucking show.

Georg held Carly’s head, whisking his thumbs up and down her jaw line and whispered in her ear, “I guess Bill wants to watch for a while. Let’s show him how talented you are with your mouth, huh?”

Carly giggled and glanced over at Bill. Before her second breath, she dropped to sit on the bed and strip Georg of his jeans. In an instant, they and his briefs joined the rest of the clothing piled on the floor. Carly ran her nails softly up the backs of Georg’s thighs, making them shiver, before her fingers wrapped around his cock. He had been so hard for so long that pre-come was leaking from the tip, forming a long, fluid line to where it pooled on the blonde’s knee. Stroking him softly with one hand, she scooped up the puddle with her other fingers and brought them to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out to lick them off, glancing coyly up at Georg, before plunging two fingers in her mouth and sucking them deep in her mouth.

She dipped her wet fingers under his balls, pushing them back just enough to graze Georg’s small opening, and her lips wrapped around the head of his cock at the same time. The effect was stunning. Georg threw his head back, barely keeping his knees from buckling, and he thrust deeper into her mouth.

“Jesus…” he moaned, and struggled to gain control. Her tongue worked circles under the head of his cock, and he grabbed the hair on the back of her head into his fist. Carly dipped her lips lower, sucking him in until she had swallowed all of him, until he reached the back of her throat, and still she reached lower. Her lips anchored around the base of his cock, she thrust out her tongue and licked his balls down as far as she could go.

Georg could barely breathe, the sensation around his cock was so intense that he could barely remember where he was. A moan and the sound of a zipper was loud enough to break through the sound of his breathing, though, and he shot a look over to the source of the sound.

Bill was still in the chair, but his black jeans were now around his thighs. The singer still had his eyes locked on Georg, and the bassist felt his stomach flip again. Black and white-tipped fingers slipped up and down over Bill’s cock as he watched the couple near the bed. The fingers of his other hand were hidden between his legs, dipped down somewhere underneath his balls. Georg watched Bill’s tongue slide out and lick sensually over his lips as Bill watched Carly mouth Georg’s cock.

Georg pulled back on Carly’s hair, making his cock slide out of her mouth with a pop.

“That’s it.” His head was spinning, “On your knees.” He blinked, it seemed, and looked down and she was on her knees on the bed. Her shapely ass was raised in front of him, and he fondled it, reaching down to rub the moist triangle covered in silky panty. He slowly pulled the red panties down until they were caught around her thighs. Georg had every intention of pulling them right off her, but he’d made the mistake of looking at Bill, and that’s all the further he’d gotten them.

Still cupping his balls, his middle finger dipping down toward his tight hole, Bill used the other hand to stroke languidly up and down the shaft of his cock. The raven singer stopped and swirled a white-tipped index finger around the head, spreading around the clear fluid that dripped out of him around the swollen head. Georg could see that Bill was breathing hard, and it made his cock twitch.

Inspired by the sight of Bill’s tongue and fondling fingers, Georg grasped his dick and nudged the entrance of Carly’s wet passage. She was so wet that he could see her inner thighs glistening in the light coming out of the bathroom. He could smell her sex, and worked his cock head in slowly, wanting to drag this out just a little. This wasn’t like with Jessie. Georg wasn’t just trying to forget Bill. Bill was sitting right here, watching all of this. Watching him.

Georg slowly sank his length into Carly’s tight hole, grasping her by the fronts of her thighs and feeling his balls kiss her clit. He pulled out until he was barely staying in, until the head was just this side of falling out, only to thrust in again, as languidly as the first time.

Carly seemed to moan on the breath in and moan on the breath out. A couple more thrusts, and she was also looking to Bill.

“Come on, Bill, baby, what are you doing over there by yourself?” she teased him, “Don’t you want to come over here and play with us?” Another groan came from her lips just as she leaned to the side to beckon him with one finger.

Bill stood up silently and stripped his clothes off. Within a moment, he was sat on the edge of the bed, and Carly had adjusted herself so that she was hovering over Bill’s hard cock.

Georg couldn’t see what Carly was doing, but he could see the look on Bill’s face, and it was nothing short of beautiful. Bill’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the feeling of Carly’s tongue and mouth seemed to overwhelm him. Then his eyes opened again, and met with Georg’s.

Georg fucked Carly steadily from behind as her mouth slid up and down, working Bill’s cock expertly, sliding her tongue around the head and over the slit.

Bill’s hand untangled itself from Carly’s hair and reached toward Georg, his chocolate eyes still holding Georg’s green ones. Georg felt the hand reach toward him more than saw it, and he reached up to catch it with his own. Their fingers brushed so lightly over each others, and Georg bent forward, capturing a couple of Bill’s fingers in his mouth.

His tongue swirled around those fingers just as Carly’s tongue had swirled around his dick, and he hollowed out his cheeks, sucking them in. Bill’s moan caused a chain reaction, causing Carly to make a noise deep in her throat, her cunt to contract on Georg’s dick, and Georg to groan around Bill’s fingers. Georg slipped his tongue up between Bill’s fingers and bit lightly at the tips.

Bill’s eyes widened slightly. He pulled his fingers out of Georg’s mouth suddenly, and traced the outline of Georg’s upper lip with a wet tip. Georg’s mouth fell open, his head tipped back, and he thrust even harder into Carly as Bill’s hand trailed down Georg’s hard chest, toward his belly.

Carly shifted again in front of him, and when Georg looked to Bill, he saw Bill laying on the bed, his legs and feet where his head had been before. He felt a hot, wet tongue caressing his balls, and it sunk in what was going on.

Bill had shifted under Carly and was licking Georg’s balls and the junction of where Georg’s dick was plunging repeatedly into Carly’s wetness. His eyes focused on Carly’s head bobbing, her lips sucking wetly on Bill’s dick, and he closed his eyes tightly.

Georg could do nothing less than picture Bill underneath him, just as he could feel it now. Bill’s tongue caressing them…fuck….Bill’s mouth so close to his cock.

Madness. It was pure madness, but before he could think, Georg pulled his dick out of Carly and plunged it into Bill’s open, waiting mouth. As he felt Bill’s lips close around him, sucking at him, bringing him that much closer to the edge, he had the presence of mind to slam two fingers inside of Carly. He curled them, aiming for the spot that would drive her to her own edge, even as he thrusted harder into his friend’s mouth.

Georg saw Bill’s hands reach up and grasp Carly’s hips, holding her steady, holding himself steady, and he pulled out of Bill’s mouth to thrust inside Carly yet again. Just enough to dip inside, two strokes and he was out.

He felt Bill’s hand grab his cock and he was sucked inside that mouth again. Georg couldn’t hold out any longer. He knew he was going to come, and come hard. And he was going to do it in Bill’s mouth.

With that thought, Georg lost control and thrust hard, seemingly unable to control his movements. Bill’s lips sucked him in, his throat closed around him, his tongue swirled, and Georg’s world turned white hot. His stomach twisted, his legs tensed, and with a yell, he shot his load deep into Bill’s throat.

Georg spit on his fingers and thrust a couple fingers desperately, clumsily, into Carly, trying to distract her from what was going on behind her. He fingered her fast and hard, and as she began to moan in orgasm around Bill’s dick, Georg watched Bill’s hips buck as he came hard in the groupie’s mouth.

~~~ooo~~~

Georg and Bill talked and laughed with Carly as she got dressed. They didn’t push her out the door, but Georg was anxious for her to leave. Each kissed her goodbye at the door, and Saki escorted her out. Neither young men looked at each other as they turned back toward the bed. Head spinning from fear and ecstasy, and not knowing what to say or what to do, Georg climbed under the rumpled bed sheets, closed his eyes, and waited.

Georg knew Bill hadn’t left, could still feel him there, standing by the bed, and he could feel the singer’s eyes on him. Eyes closed, the bassist reached over and pulled back the covers next to him. It was an invitation.

Bill took it. He climbed between the sheets and lay so still, Georg couldn’t feel him breathe. The alcohol was wearing off, and the tension between them gained weight. But the night had been full of chances, and Georg was willing to take one more.

He shifted just a couple inches toward Bill. Very slowly, ever so carefully, he pulled Bill into his arms. The singer didn’t resist, but he held himself slightly away, body stiff. However, when Georg gently wrapped strong arms around him, when he stroked Bill’s hair and cupped his cheek, when he laid a sweet kiss on the top of Bill’s head, Bill finally relaxed into him with a sigh.

Georg felt Bill’s breathing change and become regular, and a smile touched the corners of his mouth as he drifted off to sleep.

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