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steins_storiesTitle: Party Favor
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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, Twincest, voyeurism
Summary: The best part of the Fan Party came afterward.
Bill gazed down into his cup. The orange liquid inside smelled as tangy and luscious as it was potent, and the ice swirled with the slow circling of his hand. The bass thumped around him, snaking in through his pores and beating hard in his chest, and that’s what he counted on. That’s exactly what he counted on to drown out the screams of the girls just on the other side of that stringy white curtain just in front of them.
Frankly, he was tired and bored. He’d had great fun pelting Georg with ice cubes earlier, and had found himself half falling off these stiff white couches, giggling like a loon and throwing his legs up to block Georg’s return shots. But that was an hour ago, and now he found himself wondering just when they could get the hell out of here
Out of here. Not home, they couldn’t go home tonight. They would be the pied pipers, ensconced in the Escalade, trailing fangirls right back to their house. They had enough fangirls stalking the house as it was. Bill and Tom got a hotel room for tonight.
A blur of white streaked up next to him and his brother plopped down hard by his side, jostling Bill’s arm and spilling fat drops of his cocktail on his pants. The look of disgust he shot at Tom went completely unnoticed.
Tom was obviously having a great time, his smile was wide and genuine. The kind of smile they hadn’t seen much of during the trip to the States, and Bill felt a bloom of warmth in his belly to see it back again. Tom’s klutziness was forgiven and forgotten.
His brother shoved Bill’s knee playfully and pointed off toward somewhere in the distance, mouthing a message that didn’t stand a chance of being heard over the music. Ducking his head, Bill leaned in for the repeat.
“I said…check out the chick with the Georg t-shirt pulled up to her--”
Bill scanned the crowd, waiting for the rest. When it didn’t come, he looked back up and shouted at Tom.
“Her what?”
Whatever it was, Tom had completely lost interest. His lips had fallen open and his wide, brown eyes were gaping hard beyond Bill’s head. Confused, Bill followed his brother’s stupefied stare.
If he hadn’t been so shocked, Bill might have felt how his face mimicked the look on his brother’s identical features. Instead, what Bill felt was the air around him heat up and his cheeks heat up further.
“Holy shit, Bill! I think…” Tom’s voice was loud right next to his ear and Bill twitched in surprise. Tom craned his neck forward for a better angle, “…yep, she does. Dunja’s tongue is so down Nathalie’s throat!”
Bill snapped his mouth shut and shot a glare at his gawking twin. This wasn’t right. He told himself it wasn’t right to sit and stare and drool over two women kissing.
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it. His face burned and he pressed an ice-cooled palm against his cheek. It didn’t help. Bill closed his eyes, took a deep breath and struggled to keep from looking at his friends again. He took a deep drink of his cocktail, gulping twice and blowing out against the sting in his throat.
“Look,“ Tom grabbed his arm, “…look!”
He sighed, gave up and looked.
Dunja had Nathalie pressed against the back of the couch, nibbling on the younger blonde’s full lips. One soft hand caressed up the side of Nathalie’s neck only to trail slowly down her chest where two fingers brushed over and circled the peak of breast beneath Nathalie’s black blouse. Nathalie’s lips opened further and Bill could see the tip of Dunja’s tongue flick out to tease them.
Bill dragged his eyes away from the girls and focused on his drink, trying to remember how to breathe.
Part of his brain was questioning how he hadn’t seen this before, how had he not been aware that two women that he is so close to are together. The other part of his brain doesn’t give two shits about that at all. All it knew is that Dunja lapping at Nathalie’s lips was fucking hot, and his dick was fucking hard. Really hard.
The heat of Tom leaning heavy against him, breath panting fast on his neck brought Bill out of his own head. Angling toward his twin, Bill crossed his legs slowly, palming his hard-on and pushing down with a quiet moan he knew would get lost in the music pumping from the speakers.
He hoped no one saw, not even Tom. Maybe especially not Tom. His brother was so much more experienced and Bill realized that Tom might have actually been with two women at once. The thought made Bill feel like a child for being so turned on by just kissing. He glanced sideways at his brother, hoping to find him still staring at Dunja and Nathalie.
No, Tom had seen. He had to have, that had to be why his eyes were boring into Bill’s. That had to be why his brother kept looking down at Bill’s groin, like he just wasn’t able to keep his eyes from wandering there. Bill’s dick twitched and it took everything he had not to palm himself again.
Tom’s darkening eyes held Bill’s until a slow smirk grew on his face, and then he winked.
Bill’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes flew open wide.
It had taken another hour and prolonged whining at Jost before the twins were allowed to leave the party. It wasn’t that they didn’t love their fans. They did. Of course they did. It was just that they really couldn’t get close to their fans without getting body parts scratched at and torn or getting hair ripped out of their heads in nice-sized chunks. Their fans were nothing if not passionate. Okay, the boys thought they were a little crazy, but overall they made it all worth while.
Bill just didn’t like to be on display, caged behind the white curtain like a bug trapped for observation. So he’d gotten himself more than a tad tipsy, stuck close to Tom and watched the blondes out of the corner of his eye. His dick had been hard and soft so many times that he’d dripped precome on his thigh. The wet spot couldn’t be seen because of his black jeans, but Bill knew it was there; it had frozen solid as soon as they’d stepped out of the club and into the bitter midnight wind.
Bill scratched absently at the thawing spot on his jeans as Tom pushed the button for the fifth floor. The boys stood on opposite sides of the elevator, Tom leaning his back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, and Bill hooked his thumbs in his front pockets and stared at the line of glowing numbers above the door. And at the floor. And at his feet. And at the sign stating that the elevator could hold a maximum of 500 kilograms. He looked anywhere but at Tom, which meant that he didn’t see that Tom looked nowhere but at Bill.
The walk to their room was silent and pregnant. Bill’s fingers fumbled the key card, pulling the magnetic strip out of the slot before it could travel all the way down. The red light on the lock didn’t even blink. He tried it again, swiping it down with slick fingers that gripped tightly. The lock flashed green.
The first thing Bill noticed was the candles. The lights were off and tiny white candles were dotted around the room…on the dresser, on top of the television, and they were all lit, their little yellow flames dancing and casting a party of shadows on the walls.
He looked at Tom, confused, but Tom’s face gave away nothing. The twins slipped off their shoes and rounded the corner to the room proper. And stopped.
Dunja and Nathalie. Dunja and Nathalie. In their room. On the bed. In their…underwear. Bare limbs wrapped decadently around each other. Lips devouring lips.
Bill gasped and spun around to face the twin standing behind him, his face burning.
“What the hell, Tom?” he breathed, “What’s going on?”
Tom calmly shrugged out of his heavy coat and tossed it in the hall. He grasped the front of Bill’s black leather and slowly slid it down his twin’s tense shoulders, tossing it on top of his coat. Tom’s hat and dread cap followed.
“Tomi,” Bill looked for a long moment at the girls on the bed and wrapped his slender arms around himself, “why are they here?”
Tom stared at the silver rivets in Bill’s black shirt and traced a gleaming circle with his finger. He pulled his hand back and it hovered, a breath away from Bill’s chest, before falling to his side.
“For you.”
“What?” Bill held his breath. He was sure he misheard.
“They’re here for you…”
Tom raised his gaze to Bill’s just as Bill felt a soft, tentative hand on his shoulder. What Bill saw in his twin’s dark eyes made his belly swirl more than the alcohol they’d consumed, more than the other hand that snaked around his body and down his chest. More than two warm bodies pressing against him.
“…and for me.”
And Bill understood.
He reached out to his brother, fingers just skimming Tom’s, and he squeezed the tips for a moment.
Dunja and Nathalie nudged him toward the bed and he stumbled a little, two steps and they were there. Nathalie’s smooth fingers grasped his chin, dragging his eyes down to her open face. Her voice was a low murmur, soothing him.
“We’re all friends. You trust us, right?”
Bill nodded.
She lifted the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms, letting her pull it off him. At the same time, he felt fingers fumble at his belt and his pants loosened before being pulled down and removed. Things were happening so fast, things that he’d never imagined would happen to him, and he felt like they had removed a layer of skin along with the clothes now tossed haphazardly to the corner of the room.
Dunja kissed him. She smiled at him, a beautiful, loving smile, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down and kissed him.
His stomach formed knots, but the softness of her hand soothing the back of his neck, smoothing over his shoulders helped calmed his breath. He kissed her back, and he gave even more.
Nathalie’s nipples brushed the skin of his back as she ran her fingers up his sides, around his chest and down to where he was pressed against Dunja.
Then they were on the bed. Bill lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, feeling fingers and hands everywhere, lips and tongues brushing and coaxing and teasing. He leaned up on his elbows.
Nathalie had spread his legs and lay down there, her face buried between them. Her tongue rasped over his balls and his cock jumped, hard and weeping, on his belly. Dunja licked his nipple, scraping it slightly with her teeth until it came to a hard peak. She pulled away and blew a cool stream of air on it, making him shiver and no matter how he wanted to chuckle, he couldn’t. Not with Nathalie holding his balls up and moving her tongue down further, teasing his hole.
Bill groaned from the back of his throat, and when Dunja nipped little wet kisses down his belly toward his cock, Bill’s eyes followed her down.
Movement across the room caught his eye and he found the source; his brother had taken the seat where they had stood.
Tom had taken off his clothes and sat in the chair across from the foot of the bed.
And Tom was watching.
The sight of Tom’s long, calloused fingers sliding lazily up and down his hard length and the feeling of Dunja’s lips encircling Bill’s cock, sliding down it to the base, was nearly Bill’s undoing.
Long, manicured fingers fisted in Dunja’s hair. He tried so hard not to push, not to push, just nudge, just encourage her to take more. She did, all the way, and he filled his chest with a deep breath.
His stomach tightened as her mouth, her lips worked him, suckled him, as Tom stared at him. Bill met his brother’s eyes and felt his balls tighten.
Nathalie’s tongue circled his little hole and the warmth and the wetness loosened him. He heard a click and a snap and then chilly fingers were touching him, teasing him. Probing him.
Bill could hardly catch his breath and he looked to Tom with eyes as dark and heavy-lidded as his brother’s. He could see the gleam on Tom’s open lips, his chest rising and falling with quick pants and his hand had picked up speed, sliding quicker over his cock.
Nathalie’s long, slim finger entered him, slid into his tight hole and wiggled there while she sucked wet, open kisses on his thighs. Bill’s skin burned and vibrated and his vision tunneled.
He only saw Tom.
He didn’t see Dunja lapping at him, sucking him. He saw Tom with his lips clamped round his dick, eyes closed with concentration as he swirled his tongue over the head of Bill’s dick.
He didn’t see the top of Nathalie’s blonde head as she licked at his thighs and balls, as she slowly fucked him with one finger, then two fingers. He saw Tom hovering over him, sweat glowing on his skin as he slid in and out of Bill, again. And again. And he saw Tom’s eyes, shining with love and black with lust, boring into him as Bill tightened around him…
Bill’s body tightened convulsively around Nathalie’s thrusting fingers and a long, low moan escaped his lips. His fingers scrabbled at the blanket, grabbing up whatever he could fist and he began to thrust.
Tom thrust faster, slamming into him, dreads swinging around them. His mouth sucked harder, faster, wet noises and his hand wrapped around him, meeting his lips with each thrust.
His brother…his brother had his legs spread and straight, thighs flexing and hard. Tom’s hand was a blur on his own cock and as Bill watched him there, Tom came. His eyes locked with Bill’s, his belly hardened and he shot long streams of come up his chest.
Bill’s toes curled hard and his legs shook and he thrust and came, coating the back of Tom’s throat. Tom swallowed and licked lightly as Bill fingered his dreads, coming down. He closed his eyes and fell back against the pillows, exhausted and quivering.
The bed moved but Bill didn’t open his eyes. He couldn’t and he didn’t want to. There was murmuring and the sound of cloth rustling, and his brother’s deeper voice and the door.
The bed dipped again and something cloth was laid across his belly. Without looking, he reached for the briefs before sitting up and slipping them up his legs with trembling hands.
He crawled under the blankets as Tom turned off the light and slid between the sheets. They lay there, saying nothing, wanting to say anything, everything. They couldn’t.
Tom’s moved first, because Tom always moves first. He turned and molded his body to Bill’s side.
Bill froze, for just a moment, he froze. Then he sighed and lifted his arm, wrapping it around his twin.
As Tom snuggled onto his shoulder and nuzzled in his neck, the heater hummed on and his eyes began to droop. He struggled to stay awake, hovering at that point between this world and the next. His voice was just a breath.
“I love you.”
Tom’s arms tightened around him and a chaste kiss dropped on his neck.
“I know.”
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, Twincest, voyeurism
Summary: The best part of the Fan Party came afterward.
Bill gazed down into his cup. The orange liquid inside smelled as tangy and luscious as it was potent, and the ice swirled with the slow circling of his hand. The bass thumped around him, snaking in through his pores and beating hard in his chest, and that’s what he counted on. That’s exactly what he counted on to drown out the screams of the girls just on the other side of that stringy white curtain just in front of them.
Frankly, he was tired and bored. He’d had great fun pelting Georg with ice cubes earlier, and had found himself half falling off these stiff white couches, giggling like a loon and throwing his legs up to block Georg’s return shots. But that was an hour ago, and now he found himself wondering just when they could get the hell out of here
Out of here. Not home, they couldn’t go home tonight. They would be the pied pipers, ensconced in the Escalade, trailing fangirls right back to their house. They had enough fangirls stalking the house as it was. Bill and Tom got a hotel room for tonight.
A blur of white streaked up next to him and his brother plopped down hard by his side, jostling Bill’s arm and spilling fat drops of his cocktail on his pants. The look of disgust he shot at Tom went completely unnoticed.
Tom was obviously having a great time, his smile was wide and genuine. The kind of smile they hadn’t seen much of during the trip to the States, and Bill felt a bloom of warmth in his belly to see it back again. Tom’s klutziness was forgiven and forgotten.
His brother shoved Bill’s knee playfully and pointed off toward somewhere in the distance, mouthing a message that didn’t stand a chance of being heard over the music. Ducking his head, Bill leaned in for the repeat.
“I said…check out the chick with the Georg t-shirt pulled up to her--”
Bill scanned the crowd, waiting for the rest. When it didn’t come, he looked back up and shouted at Tom.
“Her what?”
Whatever it was, Tom had completely lost interest. His lips had fallen open and his wide, brown eyes were gaping hard beyond Bill’s head. Confused, Bill followed his brother’s stupefied stare.
If he hadn’t been so shocked, Bill might have felt how his face mimicked the look on his brother’s identical features. Instead, what Bill felt was the air around him heat up and his cheeks heat up further.
“Holy shit, Bill! I think…” Tom’s voice was loud right next to his ear and Bill twitched in surprise. Tom craned his neck forward for a better angle, “…yep, she does. Dunja’s tongue is so down Nathalie’s throat!”
Bill snapped his mouth shut and shot a glare at his gawking twin. This wasn’t right. He told himself it wasn’t right to sit and stare and drool over two women kissing.
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it. His face burned and he pressed an ice-cooled palm against his cheek. It didn’t help. Bill closed his eyes, took a deep breath and struggled to keep from looking at his friends again. He took a deep drink of his cocktail, gulping twice and blowing out against the sting in his throat.
“Look,“ Tom grabbed his arm, “…look!”
He sighed, gave up and looked.
Dunja had Nathalie pressed against the back of the couch, nibbling on the younger blonde’s full lips. One soft hand caressed up the side of Nathalie’s neck only to trail slowly down her chest where two fingers brushed over and circled the peak of breast beneath Nathalie’s black blouse. Nathalie’s lips opened further and Bill could see the tip of Dunja’s tongue flick out to tease them.
Bill dragged his eyes away from the girls and focused on his drink, trying to remember how to breathe.
Part of his brain was questioning how he hadn’t seen this before, how had he not been aware that two women that he is so close to are together. The other part of his brain doesn’t give two shits about that at all. All it knew is that Dunja lapping at Nathalie’s lips was fucking hot, and his dick was fucking hard. Really hard.
The heat of Tom leaning heavy against him, breath panting fast on his neck brought Bill out of his own head. Angling toward his twin, Bill crossed his legs slowly, palming his hard-on and pushing down with a quiet moan he knew would get lost in the music pumping from the speakers.
He hoped no one saw, not even Tom. Maybe especially not Tom. His brother was so much more experienced and Bill realized that Tom might have actually been with two women at once. The thought made Bill feel like a child for being so turned on by just kissing. He glanced sideways at his brother, hoping to find him still staring at Dunja and Nathalie.
No, Tom had seen. He had to have, that had to be why his eyes were boring into Bill’s. That had to be why his brother kept looking down at Bill’s groin, like he just wasn’t able to keep his eyes from wandering there. Bill’s dick twitched and it took everything he had not to palm himself again.
Tom’s darkening eyes held Bill’s until a slow smirk grew on his face, and then he winked.
Bill’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes flew open wide.
It had taken another hour and prolonged whining at Jost before the twins were allowed to leave the party. It wasn’t that they didn’t love their fans. They did. Of course they did. It was just that they really couldn’t get close to their fans without getting body parts scratched at and torn or getting hair ripped out of their heads in nice-sized chunks. Their fans were nothing if not passionate. Okay, the boys thought they were a little crazy, but overall they made it all worth while.
Bill just didn’t like to be on display, caged behind the white curtain like a bug trapped for observation. So he’d gotten himself more than a tad tipsy, stuck close to Tom and watched the blondes out of the corner of his eye. His dick had been hard and soft so many times that he’d dripped precome on his thigh. The wet spot couldn’t be seen because of his black jeans, but Bill knew it was there; it had frozen solid as soon as they’d stepped out of the club and into the bitter midnight wind.
Bill scratched absently at the thawing spot on his jeans as Tom pushed the button for the fifth floor. The boys stood on opposite sides of the elevator, Tom leaning his back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, and Bill hooked his thumbs in his front pockets and stared at the line of glowing numbers above the door. And at the floor. And at his feet. And at the sign stating that the elevator could hold a maximum of 500 kilograms. He looked anywhere but at Tom, which meant that he didn’t see that Tom looked nowhere but at Bill.
The walk to their room was silent and pregnant. Bill’s fingers fumbled the key card, pulling the magnetic strip out of the slot before it could travel all the way down. The red light on the lock didn’t even blink. He tried it again, swiping it down with slick fingers that gripped tightly. The lock flashed green.
The first thing Bill noticed was the candles. The lights were off and tiny white candles were dotted around the room…on the dresser, on top of the television, and they were all lit, their little yellow flames dancing and casting a party of shadows on the walls.
He looked at Tom, confused, but Tom’s face gave away nothing. The twins slipped off their shoes and rounded the corner to the room proper. And stopped.
Dunja and Nathalie. Dunja and Nathalie. In their room. On the bed. In their…underwear. Bare limbs wrapped decadently around each other. Lips devouring lips.
Bill gasped and spun around to face the twin standing behind him, his face burning.
“What the hell, Tom?” he breathed, “What’s going on?”
Tom calmly shrugged out of his heavy coat and tossed it in the hall. He grasped the front of Bill’s black leather and slowly slid it down his twin’s tense shoulders, tossing it on top of his coat. Tom’s hat and dread cap followed.
“Tomi,” Bill looked for a long moment at the girls on the bed and wrapped his slender arms around himself, “why are they here?”
Tom stared at the silver rivets in Bill’s black shirt and traced a gleaming circle with his finger. He pulled his hand back and it hovered, a breath away from Bill’s chest, before falling to his side.
“For you.”
“What?” Bill held his breath. He was sure he misheard.
“They’re here for you…”
Tom raised his gaze to Bill’s just as Bill felt a soft, tentative hand on his shoulder. What Bill saw in his twin’s dark eyes made his belly swirl more than the alcohol they’d consumed, more than the other hand that snaked around his body and down his chest. More than two warm bodies pressing against him.
“…and for me.”
And Bill understood.
He reached out to his brother, fingers just skimming Tom’s, and he squeezed the tips for a moment.
Dunja and Nathalie nudged him toward the bed and he stumbled a little, two steps and they were there. Nathalie’s smooth fingers grasped his chin, dragging his eyes down to her open face. Her voice was a low murmur, soothing him.
“We’re all friends. You trust us, right?”
Bill nodded.
She lifted the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms, letting her pull it off him. At the same time, he felt fingers fumble at his belt and his pants loosened before being pulled down and removed. Things were happening so fast, things that he’d never imagined would happen to him, and he felt like they had removed a layer of skin along with the clothes now tossed haphazardly to the corner of the room.
Dunja kissed him. She smiled at him, a beautiful, loving smile, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down and kissed him.
His stomach formed knots, but the softness of her hand soothing the back of his neck, smoothing over his shoulders helped calmed his breath. He kissed her back, and he gave even more.
Nathalie’s nipples brushed the skin of his back as she ran her fingers up his sides, around his chest and down to where he was pressed against Dunja.
Then they were on the bed. Bill lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, feeling fingers and hands everywhere, lips and tongues brushing and coaxing and teasing. He leaned up on his elbows.
Nathalie had spread his legs and lay down there, her face buried between them. Her tongue rasped over his balls and his cock jumped, hard and weeping, on his belly. Dunja licked his nipple, scraping it slightly with her teeth until it came to a hard peak. She pulled away and blew a cool stream of air on it, making him shiver and no matter how he wanted to chuckle, he couldn’t. Not with Nathalie holding his balls up and moving her tongue down further, teasing his hole.
Bill groaned from the back of his throat, and when Dunja nipped little wet kisses down his belly toward his cock, Bill’s eyes followed her down.
Movement across the room caught his eye and he found the source; his brother had taken the seat where they had stood.
Tom had taken off his clothes and sat in the chair across from the foot of the bed.
And Tom was watching.
The sight of Tom’s long, calloused fingers sliding lazily up and down his hard length and the feeling of Dunja’s lips encircling Bill’s cock, sliding down it to the base, was nearly Bill’s undoing.
Long, manicured fingers fisted in Dunja’s hair. He tried so hard not to push, not to push, just nudge, just encourage her to take more. She did, all the way, and he filled his chest with a deep breath.
His stomach tightened as her mouth, her lips worked him, suckled him, as Tom stared at him. Bill met his brother’s eyes and felt his balls tighten.
Nathalie’s tongue circled his little hole and the warmth and the wetness loosened him. He heard a click and a snap and then chilly fingers were touching him, teasing him. Probing him.
Bill could hardly catch his breath and he looked to Tom with eyes as dark and heavy-lidded as his brother’s. He could see the gleam on Tom’s open lips, his chest rising and falling with quick pants and his hand had picked up speed, sliding quicker over his cock.
Nathalie’s long, slim finger entered him, slid into his tight hole and wiggled there while she sucked wet, open kisses on his thighs. Bill’s skin burned and vibrated and his vision tunneled.
He only saw Tom.
He didn’t see Dunja lapping at him, sucking him. He saw Tom with his lips clamped round his dick, eyes closed with concentration as he swirled his tongue over the head of Bill’s dick.
He didn’t see the top of Nathalie’s blonde head as she licked at his thighs and balls, as she slowly fucked him with one finger, then two fingers. He saw Tom hovering over him, sweat glowing on his skin as he slid in and out of Bill, again. And again. And he saw Tom’s eyes, shining with love and black with lust, boring into him as Bill tightened around him…
Bill’s body tightened convulsively around Nathalie’s thrusting fingers and a long, low moan escaped his lips. His fingers scrabbled at the blanket, grabbing up whatever he could fist and he began to thrust.
Tom thrust faster, slamming into him, dreads swinging around them. His mouth sucked harder, faster, wet noises and his hand wrapped around him, meeting his lips with each thrust.
His brother…his brother had his legs spread and straight, thighs flexing and hard. Tom’s hand was a blur on his own cock and as Bill watched him there, Tom came. His eyes locked with Bill’s, his belly hardened and he shot long streams of come up his chest.
Bill’s toes curled hard and his legs shook and he thrust and came, coating the back of Tom’s throat. Tom swallowed and licked lightly as Bill fingered his dreads, coming down. He closed his eyes and fell back against the pillows, exhausted and quivering.
The bed moved but Bill didn’t open his eyes. He couldn’t and he didn’t want to. There was murmuring and the sound of cloth rustling, and his brother’s deeper voice and the door.
The bed dipped again and something cloth was laid across his belly. Without looking, he reached for the briefs before sitting up and slipping them up his legs with trembling hands.
He crawled under the blankets as Tom turned off the light and slid between the sheets. They lay there, saying nothing, wanting to say anything, everything. They couldn’t.
Tom’s moved first, because Tom always moves first. He turned and molded his body to Bill’s side.
Bill froze, for just a moment, he froze. Then he sighed and lifted his arm, wrapping it around his twin.
As Tom snuggled onto his shoulder and nuzzled in his neck, the heater hummed on and his eyes began to droop. He struggled to stay awake, hovering at that point between this world and the next. His voice was just a breath.
“I love you.”
Tom’s arms tightened around him and a chaste kiss dropped on his neck.
“I know.”
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Date: 2009-04-28 12:29 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, though! <3