Epiphany, NC17, Bill/Georg, Georg/OFC, Bill/OFC/Georg, 9/10

[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.

Georg looked around the dark bar and shook his head.

Muted lights, burgundy walls and dark wood accents were complimented by mounted medieval weapons and the odd full suit of armor. The place definitely had character, and any other time, he’d have been happy to camp out at a table here and drink the night away with his best friends.

Tonight, however, he had plans. Bill was an essential part of those plans. And Bill had insisted on coming here, so here they were.

More accurately, here Georg sat with Gustav. The twins had left some time ago to get drinks and hadn’t returned yet. Georg began to tap his blunt fingers on the scuffed wood of the table.

“You’re gonna tell him tonight, aren’t you?”

Georg scanned the bar once again, hoping to catch sight of Bill. When he still didn’t see the singer, he looked at his blonde friend and took a long pull from his beer. Setting the bottle back down in the ring of condensation it had bled there before, his lips twitched into a slow smile.

“I am, if we ever get out of here.” He chuckled a little and leaned his forearms on the table, his hand still wrapped around the brown bottle in front of him.

“Nervous?”

“As fuck.”

Gustav drained the dregs of his beer and turned to summon the waitress. “Do you know what you’re gonna--”

“Hey guys. Where’d you go?” Georg’s smile grew as the twins sat at opposite sides of the table, both setting drinks in front of them.

Tom dipped his head toward the brunette and Georg leaned in to hear him.

“There may not be a lot of hot blondes here, but don’t let that fool you, my friend.” Tom grabbed the bassist’s shoulder and squeezed for emphasis, “Some of these girls are skilled.”

Georg shot a look over to Bill, the smile falling from his face. Bill had been with Tom. Had he also sampled these skills? Bill smiled and shook his head as his brother continued to praise the local talent.

“I should have known you’d get up to something if I left you alone for ten minutes.”

Georg breathed in relief. He could hear the rumble of Tom still talking next to him, but none of his words made sense. He could feel Gustav watching him, but he was focused on Bill.

In another reality, Georg would already be leaning across this wobbly table, already be cupping his palm around the nape of this exotic beauty, already be pressing his lips softly against the plush, pink lips of his love. In another reality, Georg was bold, fearless and could be as romantic as he felt.

In this reality, Bill smiled at Georg and he went a little lightheaded. In this reality, Georg blushed and began to sweat a little. His nervousness doubled with his anticipation, and he decided maybe he’d better go get another drink.

“Hey guys, I’m going to get a drink.” And outside to get some air.

He threw a lopsided grin at Bill, finally breaking eye contact, and went to stand at the bar. There weren’t tons of people there tonight, being a weeknight, but there were enough to make him have to wait to place his order. The pony-tailed, bearded bartender greeted him after a few moments, and Georg ordered a double Jack Coke.

Chilled beverage in hand, he wandered over to the heavy wooden door at the back of the bar. He pushed it open and found himself in a darkened beer garden. Picnic tables lined the wooden fence and speakers piped in the rock music playing in the bar. In the middle of the garden was a large fire pit enclosed in webbed steel. The fire inside licked at the metal cage and was bright enough to illuminate all but the darkest corners of the garden.

Georg let the door fall closed and walked further inside the garden. He sipped at his drink, grimacing a little at how strong it was. He had to calm down, just fucking relax a little.

He let his head drop back and stared into the blackness above him. Sighing deeply, he let his shoulders drop and closed his eyes.

He could smell the fire, smell the trees outside the garden, smell the drink in his hand. And somehow, he could still smell the sandalwood and musk that was Bill. Georg felt the arousal spreading in his belly, and let out a small chuckle as he shook his head. Bill was everywhere. Bill is everything.

“Georg?”

Bill was right behind him.

Georg brought his head down and took another sip of his drink, trying to remember how to breathe.

“You didn’t come back.”

“No, I wanted to get some air. Seemed kinda stuffy in there.” He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, not wanting to get caught up in Bill’s eyes again. Not right now. That had to wait until later.

Bill seemed to have other ideas. Georg felt the softest touch of Bill’s hand on his shoulder, and his belly tightened. The touch trailed around him as Bill came around to face him.

Fingertips, just the tips, touching his chest, just for a moment, and Georg was lost. He fell into Bill’s eyes and floated there.

“What are you doing?” Georg’s voice was gritty and low.

Bill’s hand shook a little as it skimmed down his arm and his fingers wrapped around Georg’s drink.

He lifted the glass from Georg’s grasp, whispering barely loud enough for Georg to hear him.

“I don’t know.”

He took a healthy drink from Georg’s glass and handed it back, licking his lips to capture every drop. Georg stopped thinking.

The drink was abandoned blindly on a nearby table. He wrapped an arm around Bill’s tiny waist, pulling them together finally, fully. Never losing Bill’s eyes, he reached up, cupping Bill’s cheek, guiding him closer yet.

Bill stopped just a breath away from Georg’s lips, and Georg held his breath. He could feel the desperation growing inside him, impatient to feel this, almost frantic to taste Bill. He heard himself growl, and he pulled Bill down until their lips touched.

And their lips touched, so softly, so tenderly. The sound of the fire was gone. The smell of the trees was gone. All that existed was in his arms.

His tongue tickled Bill’s lips, begging entrance, and after a moment of hesitation, Bill opened up for him. Georg slowly released that breath, and it turned into a low groan. Bill tasted like strawberries and a little like Jack, and the thought occurred to Georg that he could live on that taste.

Bill’s arms tightened around his shoulders and his tongue invaded Georg’s mouth, caressing, exploring, and Georg threaded his fingers into Bill’s hair.

And then it was done. Bill pulled back, breathing hard. Georg held him still as he found Bill’s gaze.

What he read in those wide, chocolate eyes made him freeze. Desire and fear.

The next move was Bill’s. Georg reflexively tightened his grasp on Bill‘s waist, scared of what Bill would do, knowing what he would do.

Bill ran.

~~~ooo~~~


The fire died down, and the breeze picked up. Goosebumps prickled his skin, but Georg didn’t feel them. He sat at a table and nursed his abandoned drink.

Gustav poked his head around the wooden door. “Georg?”

The bassist raised his arm, back still to the door, and hunched back over his drink. Gustav sat on the bench across from him.

“Do you want to talk?”

“Nope.”

“Do you want anything?”

Georg raised his eyes to his friend’s.

Gustav smirked. “Do you want anything I can get for you?”

“Refill? Double Jack Coke. And my cigarettes.”

“Done.” The drummer disappeared back into the bar.

Georg looked into the sky and thought about how long it would take to count the stars, and he thought about how long he would wait for Bill. He would wait longer for Bill.

God, I’m a sap. When did that happen? He chuckled to himself.

Gustav reappeared by the table, setting down Georg’s drink and cigarettes, and his own beer. He stationed himself across from his friend again, and the two sat in silence.

Two cigarettes later, his drink half gone, Georg cleared his throat.

“Where are the twins?” Where’s Bill?

“Tom is holding court over three or four girls at our table,” Gustav caught Georg’s eyes. “and he said Bill left.”

Georg ducked his head and took another long drink. “Was he okay?”

“I don’t know, I was in the bathroom.”

Another short silence.

“Are you still going to talk to him tonight?”

“I have to. We can’t keep doing this. It’s bad for us, it’s bad for the band.” Georg downed the rest of his drink, throwing back his head and gulping it down. “In fact, let’s go.”

~~~ooo~~~

Tom hadn’t been too happy about leaving, but the look on Georg’s face, and Gustav’s glare, had convinced him it was time to go. Tom talked for most of the ride back to the hotel, about one girl or another, not noticing that neither man with him seemed interested at the moment.

Tobi accompanied them to their floor, and Gustav squeezed Georg’s shoulder before the bassist let himself into his room. He wanted just a moment alone. Standing in the middle of his empty room, though, he realized that there was nothing in here for him, and it was pretty much now or never.

Georg felt his back pocket for his keycard, and strode into the hall, stopping in front of Bill’s door. There was no hesitation in him anymore. He rapped determinedly on the white door.

There was no answer.

What the hell? Where would he be?

“Tom.”

Georg knocked on Tom’s door, and it swung open almost immediately.

“What, were you waiting by the door?” Georg laughed nervously.

Tom pointed to the adjacent bathroom door, and Georg heard the toilet refilling. The door opened wider and Tom retreated into the room.

“Oh.” Georg followed. “Uh, is Bill in here?” He scanned the room. Obviously not.

“No. Why?” Tom reached into the minibar. “Want a beer?” Not waiting for an answer, the dreadhead pulled out two bottles, popped them open, and handed one to his friend.

Georg looked at the beer in his hand, not really in the mood for it, but he took a swig anyway.

“I need to talk to him. It’s kind of important.” Georg settled into the armchair near the windows.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to corner your ass about that.” Tom sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. “What the fuck is going on with you two? And don’t tell me it’s nothing.”

Georg closed his mouth and swallowed what he’d been meaning to say.

“Bill is ridiculously emotional lately, and you‘re not much better.” Tom’s voice was as serious as Georg had ever heard it. “You’re my friend. He’s my brother. Don’t you think it’s time you let me in on this?”

Georg stared at Tom, searching his eyes, searching his face. Could he tell him this? He had to tell him something. There’s no way he would get to talk to Bill tonight if he didn’t. But he didn’t have to tell him everything.

“Okay, it’s like this. Remember that night Bill and I left the bar with that chick?” Georg didn’t wait for Tom’s answer, he had to say this all at once, or he wouldn’t be able to say it at all. “Well, we…um…fuck. We…”

Georg took another long drink from his bottle, and stood up to stand, muscles coiled and tense, at the end of Tom’s bed. He couldn’t look at the man on the bed, but focused his eyes on the carpet in front of his toes.

“I need to talk to Bill because I need to tell him that I love him. And I think he feels something for me, too. I don’t know what it is, and I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I need to talk to him.” The words rushed out, and he looked up to gauge Tom’s reaction.

Tom was staring at Georg, his beer brought half-way to his lips, his mouth hanging open.

“You what?”

Georg sighed.

“You’re in love with Bill?”

Georg nodded.

“Are you outta your fucking mind? Are you fucking with me?” Tom narrowed his eyes to slits.

“I’m not, Tom, I’m serious. Very serious.”

Tom didn’t move. He studied Georg, and he didn’t say anything for a long enough time that Georg started to get nervous. Finally, he slid off the bed and stood next to his friend.

“Then I guess you should talk to him.” Tom stepped over to the door that connected his room and Bill’s. He grasped the handle and started to push the door open.

“I knocked on his door, there was no answer.”

“He’s probably sleeping.” Tom swung the door open the rest of the way and the two men stood in the doorway. “Bill?”

The light from Tom’s room shone onto Bill’s bed, and in between Georg and Tom’s shadows, the men saw Bill’s dark head whip around to face them. Georg’s adrenaline flared, and as he stepped forward, about to speak, about to apologize for waking his love, the girl in Bill’s bed squeaked and went scrambling for her clothes.

“Bill!” Tom’s voice seemed far away. Georg’s voice froze in his throat.

As Bill buried his head in his pillows and whimpered, Georg turned, ran to Tom’s bathroom and threw up.

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Comments

[sagittariusgirl.livejournal.com]

*gasps*

soo didnt expect that!

[mrs-e-cat.livejournal.com]

No! no no no Bill!
Oh crap =(

Georg and Bill in the beer garden made me want to weep, it was so tender and heartbreaking that Bill ran.
I love that all Tom has to say about it is that Georg needs to talk to Bill.

[steinsgrrl.livejournal.com]

I can't even tell you how it broke my heart to do that to Hagen. I hated writing that part. But I loved writing the part in the beer garden. :D

And Tom loves his brother and his friend, both. He just wants them to be happy. <3