After the Wedding, G, Tom/Bill
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Title: After the Wedding
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steinsgrrlFandom: 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: G
Warnings: twincest
Summary: The wedding was beautiful and perfect, but the twins gather their own crowd at the reception.
Author's Note: Of the series: Through the Years. Banner by tokiobillhotel. Beta by
ma_chelle. Written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
schmoop_bingo.Tom thumbed the off button and rested the phone back on its charger as Bill strolled into the kitchen, pulling his tee shirt on over the flushed skin of his chest.
“Who was it? And did you tell them they have great timing?” Bill sighed, not nearly as annoyed by the interruption as he would have been forty years ago. He poured a cup of the coffee that had brewed as they slept, and added sugar, stirring lazily.
“It was Georg,” Tom answered, turning to lean against the counter, his arms crossed, his face blank. “He called to invite us to the wedding.”
Bill fumbled the spoon and dropped it, watching it clatter against the tile of the counter.
Tom straightened Georg’s tie one more time as Bill peered out the door of the church. “She’s not here yet. What if she doesn’t get here on time?” Bill turned to them, his eyes wide. “What if she doesn’t show at all?”
Georg huffed out a breath that blew fine wisps of silver hair off his face. “Bill, come away from the door. She’ll get here.”
Bill crossed his arms and cocked a hip. “Fine,” he muttered, before turning surreptitiously to take a quick peek out the door again. “I don’t know how you can be so calm.”
Tom finished fussing with Georg’s suit and patted him on the shoulder, smirking at his brother as he moved toward the mirror in the alcove. “Did you forget who you’re talking to, little brother?”
If it was possible to concede a point with a hum and pout at the same time, Bill had mastered it over the years, and Tom found himself smiling fondly at him. Bill was beautiful in a dove grey suit, a lilac ascot at his throat. His long, silver hair that matched Tom's own was pulled back and Tom's chest still swelled at the sight of him. He watched Bill bury his nose in the giant flower arrangement near the massive wooden doors and heard him sigh as he wandered over to the next arrangement by the door of the chapel.
“They must have spent a ton on flowers. These are gorgeous,” Bill said, glancing at Tom. He stroked the tip of his finger over the large, pink and white blossom of a star lily, and Tom could feel Bill’s wistfulness from across the foyer. He smoothed his hair back away from his face and made sure his hair band was secure before crossing to where Bill was sniffing delicately at the white carnations.
“Hey,” he said, taking Bill’s hand and twining their fingers together. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Bill smiled and righted himself. “Everything is so beautiful. Did you see the church?”
“I did,” he answered, but they walked to the door of the chapel anyway, and poked their heads around the one closed door. The guests squashed into the pews murmured a little louder with the appearance of people at the door, but the ruckus died down again quickly when it was obvious that the people there were not the two getting married.
“I love the arrangements and the ribbons up by the altar, and the flowers at the end of the pews,” he sighed, gesturing as if touching each blossom.
“So what you’re saying is that the decorations meet with your approval?” Tom stroked his thumb over the back of Bill’s hand. He had a sinking feeling that the flowers and ribbons were only part of why Bill sounded off that morning; he’d been more quiet than usual—that is to say, quiet at all—since they’d received the phone call from Georg, inviting them to the wedding.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked again, when Bill hadn’t answered his previous question.
Bill bit his lip and turned away, avoiding Tom’s eyes. “Mhm, I’m fine,” he tossed over his shoulder. “I think she’s finally here!” he called, rushing to the door of the church.
“About time,” Tom muttered, as he watched Georg hurry out the door.
Georg beamed beside them, looking every bit the proud grandfather he was. He had eyes for no one but his granddaughter, Amber, as she stood at the altar, exchanging vows with a handsome man in a morning tuxedo.
Tom, however, had eyes for no one but Bill. It had been that way all their lives and he hadn’t had reason to hide it for a long time. No one here knew they were brothers beyond Georg and Gustav, so Tom openly watched Bill.
Sitting turned toward Bill in the pew, he’d watched his brother coo and rub Georg’s shoulder when the bride had come floating down the aisle. He’d watched Bill shoot little glances at him as they listened to the pastor’s sermon about love and fidelity and cherishing your partner. He’d watched Bill close his eyes and swallow hard as the groom promised to love, honor and cherish his bride for the rest of their lives.
And as the happy couple was pronounced ‘husband and wife’, he watched Bill reach for his hand as they stood, watched Bill smile that brilliant smile that always took Tom’s breath away, watched as that smile trembled and turned watery, and Tom knew what Bill’s problem was.
“You gotta help me, Hagen.” Tom said, grabbing Georg’s elbow and dragging him behind the wedding cake table.
Georg looked at him with tired eyes that squinted at the corners with age and the grin that had been on his face all day. “What? What are you talking about?”
“It’s Bill. You gotta help me,” Tom repeated, thumping Georg in the shoulder when he snorted.
“Dude, seriously, how am I supposed to help you, now? You got yourself into it, man,” Georg said, teasingly.
Tom rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, but listen. This wedding has got Bill all…” he searched for the word, flailing, “pent up? No, that’s not right,” he muttered. “Just, I have something to do. I already made sure this was okay with Amber and Fredrick, but will you help me out?”
Georg met Tom’s eyes, his own finally serious. “Of course, I will. Whatever you need; you know that.”
Tom looked out on the dance floor, where a young girl was dancing circles around his brother. He bit his lip where he’d once had a ring through it, and held out a flat palm. “Good. I need your ring.”
Georg paused before asking, slowly, “Um, what?”
“Your ring.” Tom glanced down at Georg’s hand and back at his friend. “I need your ring.”
Georg gave him a sidelong look before twisting his ring back and forth several times, popping it off with a grunt. “What are you--?”
“Just…” Tom took a deep breath and let it out in a slow stream through pursed lips. “Just watch.”
Tom crossed the room to make a quick stop to the DJ’s booth, before joining Bill on the dance floor. He took Bill’s hand as the music ended, and the girl he’d been dancing with skittered away as Bill grinned expectantly at him. Tom didn’t usually dance, so he was sure Bill thought he was in for a rare treat. And oh, he was.
With their friends and Georg watching from the sidelines, Tom sank one knee, as carefully as he could, to the floor. Bill looked down at him, obvious confusion in his eyes, and maybe a little concern. Maybe he thought Tom had gone mad. And maybe he had, but he knew his brother wanted this, even if Bill could never bring himself to say it.
“Tomi, what are you doing?” Bill whispered loudly, his eyes casting around them. Everyone was watching and Bill’s hand started to tremble.
Tom cleared his throat, his knee already starting to ache. He squeezed Bill’s fingers in his own and began.
“Bill. I, um.” Tom winced and adjusted his weight on his knee. He hadn’t really thought of what he was going to say and he didn’t want to just sputter out the first thing that came to mind.
“What is it?” Bill came to his knees in front of Tom and slid a palm behind Tom’s neck, his fingers playing in the short, silver hairs under his ponytail. “Do we need to go home?”
“No, no.” Tom settled on both knees, mirroring Bill. “Look, I saw you,” he said. “I saw how much you loved the flowers and the ribbons and the beautiful dresses and suits. And I saw your chin wobble when Amber and Fredrick were saying their vows. You might have been trying to smile or trying to hide it or something, but you can’t hide from me, Bill.”
Bill blushed and dropped his chin to his chest, as if he could hide behind his hair, the way he used to when they were seventeen. But now his hair was pulled back, tied at the nape of his neck, and Tom could see the shimmer of tears in Bill’s eyes.
“You don’t have to. I mean, I know what we are, and I just never thought we—“ Bill babbled and stuttered, and Tom quickly moved to cup his cheek, stilling Bill’s lips with a soft, wrinkled thumb.
“Marry me, Bill. Will you marry me?” Tom’s eyes searched Bill’s.
“How? How can we?” Bill shook before him and Tom caressed his cheek.
“Even if it can’t be legal, let’s have the ceremony.” He fidgeted until he was balancing on one knee again. “I want this and I want to give it to you. Marry me.”
And then Bill was in his arms and Tom squeezed them reflexively around Bill’s thin frame.
“Yes!” He could feel Bill grin into his neck as he said it again, “Yes, yes, yes, Tomi!”
Tom held him for a long moment, breathing deep lungsful of Bill’s scent, before pulling away, holding Bill at arm’s length.
“I don’t have a ring or anything, but this one.” He pulled Georg’s gold signet ring from his pocket. “Will you wear this until I can buy you one of your own?”
Bill took the ring in hand and turned it over, rubbing the deep blue cabochon inset into gold. He nodded, his smile a bit more wobbly and wet than during the ceremony, and slid the ring on his left ring finger. It was too big, but Bill made a fist to hold it on.
“No,” Tom said, and took Bill’s hand. He peeled Bill’s fingers back, took off the ring and lifted Bill’s right hand. Sliding the ring onto the right ring finger, he explained, “We live in America, but we are German and always will be.”
As their friends applauded around them, whooping their joy for the couple, a couple of tears overflowed and streaked down Bill’s cheeks before Tom had time to whisk them away with gentle fingers.
“You okay?” Tom asked. Bill nodded with a grin and moved in for a kiss. His lips met Tom’s softly and the hooting of the crowd increased, and Tom breathed softly against Bill’s cheek as they pulled back. “I love you, you know.”
“Mhm, I do. And I love you, too. But,” Bill pulled back and looked at Tom gravely. “I have no idea how we’re getting off this floor.” He looked down at their legs and then around for something they could use to hoist themselves up.
Tom laughed. “I was so worried about getting down here, I never thought of how to get back up.” He looked around and spotted Georg, still standing over by the wedding cake, his arms crossed, his lips set in a smirk. “Hagen, get over here!” Tom grinned and shook his head. “Help us up.”
Georg laughed and stood over from the twins. “Oh, I see how it is. All these years of talking yourselves up and old Hagen can’t do anything right? And now you need me? Hmm, what to do.” Georg pondered, looking down on them with a raised brow.
“I’ll let you be my best man?” Tom offered, meekly.
Georg snorted. “Well, your second best man, anyway.” He held a hand out and Bill quickly grabbed onto it, hauling himself off the floor. Then they both grabbed under Tom’s elbows to help him up.
“Thanks, man.” Tom clapped Georg on the shoulder and turned to his brother. “Wanna dance?”
Bill’s eyes lightened with love and joy, and he captured Tom’s hand in his, pulling him to the dance floor. The DJ spun the hits, the bass thumped hard around them, and Bill and Tom stood in the middle of it all, Bill’s head on Tom’s shoulder, their arms around each other as they swayed softly together. The way it always had been; the way it always would be.
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Date: 2010-07-12 04:46 am (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2010-07-12 08:09 am (UTC)This was absolutely perfect. I love super romantic Tom <3
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Date: 2010-07-13 05:07 pm (UTC)I love this series! I mean, I love Janni to pieces, too, but this series just sits in my heart so dearly. I guess it's because I'm 'older' and can appreciate what they're going through. IDK You have them aging gracefully, but still having to tackle the downside of aging, and all the while their love is still growing. *sigh*
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Date: 2010-07-13 08:59 pm (UTC)I really wanted these guys to be so realistic, including showing how there can be aches and pains and inconveniences that go along with getting older. I think I'm doing alright with that. (Yeah, we won't talk about first hand experience! lol)
Thank you so much, love. It means a lot that you enjoy these stories so much. <333
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