Got Milk? NC17, Tom/Bill
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steins_storiesTitle: Got Milk?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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, Food Play
Summary: Bill wants to be a little sweet to himself. Tom wants to be sweet to him, too.
Author's Note: Inspired by this (NSFW) picture byallegator_th and written for angelspit
Bill huffed and shifted the bags in his arms. His fingers just caught and twisted the door handle before he kicked the door open hard enough for it to bounce off the hallway wall and smack him with a thud. He squeaked and stumbled backward, his bags tipping precariously and almost slipping from his grasp.
Muttering under his breath, he used his shoulder to push the door open gently, and he closed it behind him with a swing of his foot. He slipped off his shoes before going to put the groceries away.
Bill loved to go shopping. Even more than that, he loved to go shopping on his own. No security, no band, not even Tomi. Sometimes he wanted to just go by himself and be as orgasmic over sugar and chemicals as he wanted to be, with no one there to smirk at him or laugh behind his back later. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to go shopping on his own very often. It was dangerous, they said. You could get mobbed, they said.
Well, it was true; it was dangerous, he could get mobbed. But since he and Tom had bought the house in Los Angeles, it was much easier for Bill to go out on his own. Tokio Hotel weren’t as popular in the States yet, and quite a few of the newer fangirls didn’t really know what Bill looked like without makeup and dressed like an actual guy.
Bill smiled to himself as he unloaded his goodies from the brown paper bags. He and Tom were going to watch a the entire box set of “King of Queens” tonight, and he wanted to make milkshakes and popcorn for snacks. He stuffed the french vanilla ice cream in the freezer and realized he really should have bought more real food, as the freezer was pretty empty. The whole milk went on the top shelf in the refrigerator, along with the chocolate syrup and caramel sauce.
The door of the fridge had almost swung closed when Bill grabbed it open again. He’d had second thoughts about putting away the bottle of chocolate syrup just yet. He grabbed it off the shelf and paused before snatching up the caramel sauce and the milk, too.
Tom was checking out the local skateboard park and wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour. Bill decided he had time to indulge himself, just a little.
He poured himself a large glass of milk and put the rest back in the fridge. He tucked the sauces next to his chest and rushed upstairs.
Their bathroom was large, but not overly so. Not as big as some houses in LA, but certainly bigger than the one they’d shared with Gustav and Georg. Bill wasn’t thinking so much about the size of the bathroom, though, or the décor, and definitely not Georg and Gustav. All Bill wanted to do was get that bath going.
He set the milk and containers on the edge of the tub, plugged the drain and turned the taps on full-blast. If he only had an hour, he really wanted to get started. He adjusted the temperature to steaming and stripped, throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor.
When the tub was full enough for him to lie in without his whole body being submersed, he climbed the couple steps up the side of the tub and stepped down in. His feet stung when they’d been under for a moment and Bill crouched very carefully, a little nervous knowing the steamy water was going to sting his balls just the same. He decided he really had no choice but to just sit down, and he hissed at the pain.
After a moment of slow and steady breathing, the stinging stopped and Bill allowed himself to relax fully into the tub. The stone tile beneath and around him was a light grey marble, which wasn’t exactly comfortable, but Bill wasn’t exactly looking for comfort. This was about sensation, and the cold marble behind his back, the hard marble against his arms clashed nicely with the warmth of the water and the smooth, ebony wall he slid his fingers across.
If he wanted to finish and clean up before Tom got home, he needed to do this now. Not that this was something to hide from Tom, it’s just that this was his own little treat. Just for himself.
Bill reached a dripping hand over and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup. He popped the lid open and squeezed the bottle slightly a couple times. The delicious scent of chocolate puffed out at him. Bill tipped his head back, opened his mouth wide and dropped a small stream of syrup over his tongue. He closed his mouth and swirled the chocolate around, coating his tongue, before swallowing.
He turned the bottle upside down again, and starting at his chest, drizzled lines of the sticky stuff right down his body, decorating the skin that wasn’t under water. The chocolate was cool, but not cold and his dick was already getting hard as Bill thought about what he was getting ready to do. It twitched against his belly, growing and hardening, and Bill drizzled tiny lines around the head and down his shaft.
He tried to put the bottle back on the edge of the tub, but his hands were shaking a little and he missed. The chocolate fell on the floor and oozed a little puddle onto the tile. Bill didn’t care. Using one finger, then two, he slowly spread the chocolate around, following the lines down his chest, smearing them and rubbing them. He closed his eyes, leaned back his head, and traced the lines down further.
Softly, with just a fingertip, he spread the sweet sauce over and around the head of his cock, sucking his breath in when his nail gently scraped the sensitive underside. He circled the head again before tracing his finger down its length.
Bill looked down at his chocolate-covered cock and smiled. Maybe it looked a little bit silly, but he didn’t care, because if felt really damn good. He grasped the head between his finger and thumb and squeezed, making precome bead at the slit. Finally, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked slowly. The chocolate slide under his fingers, pulling at the base of his cock and sticking in the groove under the head. And it was getting sticky. Bill growled. It felt good but this wasn’t quite working out as he planned.
There was no question of getting up to get the chocolate again, and he eyed the bottle of caramel. Bill knew the caramel was as sticky as the chocolate but he still wanted to try it. He thought it might stay slippery longer if he added more, so he grasped the bottle with messy hands and poured a thick stream of caramel on his dick. Time was getting short, he was getting desperate, and it was time to get off.
He spread the caramel around quickly and wrapped his hand around turgid flesh again and began to pump quickly. Bill watched the syrups spread around his fingers, squishing up between them and over the top of them. He watched the chocolate mix with the tan of the caramel as it coated the head of his cock, and beads of precome dripped out the slit, weeping over the head, sliding off the syrup.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the marble and stroked faster. The heat in his belly rivaled the heat of the water and Bill could feel his legs begin to tense and quiver.
A shadow fell over his closed eyes.
Bill’s eyes flew open and he sat up quickly, water splashing all around him and splattering the floor.
“Fuck, Tom! You scared the shit out of me!” Bill struggled to catch his breath.
“What is all this?“ Tom surveyed the scene with a smirk.
Bill could feel his face heating up now and he knew there was no possible explanation he could give. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to tell his brother he’d been jacking off with food products.
Tom, however, didn’t seem to have any problem with what Bill had been doing. Bill watched silently as Tom stripped his clothes off and tossed them haphazardly around the bathroom, along with his caps.
“So I‘ve had a bit of a sweet tooth lately.” Tom stood in front of the tub, half hard and only inches from Bill’s face.
Bill looked up at his brother and giggled. This was going to be so much better than he thought.
“Stand up.” Tom gestured the direction with his fingers.
Water splashing around his body, Bill wasted no time in getting to his feet. Tom retrieved the bottle of chocolate from the floor and handed it to Bill.
“Drip this down your body until it gets to me.”
Tom snatched a towel from the cupboard and threw it, still folded, on the marble step. He kneeled there and grabbed his brother’s ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading lightly. He nuzzled his face into Bill’s balls and under his cock, covering his chin and nose with what chocolate and caramel mess there was left on Bill.
Bill tipped the bottle and began to pour. A chocolate rivulet ran down his body in a dark line, dipped into his navel and back out, before making its way down his dick.
Tom opened his mouth wide and engulfed Bill’s cock, sucking the head in, swirling his tongue around it. The further he sucked Bill in, the more syrup collected on the edges of his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base of Bill’s cock and licked and sucked it clean while Bill trembled and bucked and held on to the walls of the tub.
“Gimme more.” Tom’s words were garbled, his mouth brown and dripping.
Bill poured another long stream and as he squeezed, his fingers fumbled and he dropped the open bottle into the tub. He still didn’t care. Tom’s mouth was on his dick again, his hand pumping him, his tongue swirling, and Bill knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
His toes started to curl into the tile and his knees were shaking when Tom suddenly pulled off him, popping Bill’s cock out of his mouth.
“Fuck…why’d you stop?” Bill groaned.
Tom wiped at the back of his mouth. “It’s too much. Sticky.”
Bill grabbed the milk that he’d set over by the wall and thrust it at Tom.
“Drink quick and finish me. Hurry, before I lose it!”
Tom took a long gulp, handed the cup back to Bill and slid Bill’s cock back in his mouth, running the tongue under the shaft, sucking hard.
Tom’s mouth was cold! Bill’s legs shook hard and it took all he had not to fall over right there. Tom grabbed him around the hips and held on. Looking up at Bill through his lashes, his eyes hot and dark, Tom opened his throat and swallowed Bill down.
That vibrating heat was pooling in his belly again, starting the slow spread down his legs, and Bill knew this was it. He wanted it. Fuck, he needed it this time. He didn’t want Tom stopping.
Bill brought the cup of milk up and started trickling a stream of milk down his chest. He watched it run in rivulets down his belly, around his navel and straight down to his cock. The milk chilled him and left goosebumps where it had traveled, but seeing the thick white liquid splash off his cock and coat Tom’s lips and tongue as it circled him, sucked him and lapped up the fluid was all Bill could take.
The cup dropped with a splash into the tub as Bill grabbed the back of Tom’s head and thrust into his mouth. Tom moaned and hummed around his cock and kneaded Bill’s ass, just trying to hold on. Bill’s fingers grabbed convulsively at Tom’s dreads, his legs shook and he came. Hot streams coated Tom’s tongue and flooded his throat. He swallowed all he could, and when he couldn’t swallow any more, come dripped from the corners of his lips.
Bill pulled out of Tom’s mouth and fell back against the wall, panting and holding on to the tile with trembling fingers. Tom was licking his lips and wiping come and chocolate from his chin. He grinned at Bill and looked quite satisfied with himself.
Bill looked around at the mess in the bathroom. Chocolate on the floor, water splashed everywhere, clothes flung around the room, the caramel bottle had fallen on the floor. He looked at his brother and laughed.
“Look at the mess you made me make, Tom.” Bill’s eyes sparkled with humor.
Tom stood up and flexed his legs. He turned on the taps and started the shower right away, and freezing water showered over Bill, making him scream and jump back out of the stream.
“Yeah, I’m not cleaning it up, either.” Tom laughed and climbed into the shower with Bill, splashing water at his face and closing the curtain behind him.
Author:
steinsgrrlFandom: 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, Food Play
Summary: Bill wants to be a little sweet to himself. Tom wants to be sweet to him, too.
Author's Note: Inspired by this (NSFW) picture by
allegator_th and written for angelspit Bill huffed and shifted the bags in his arms. His fingers just caught and twisted the door handle before he kicked the door open hard enough for it to bounce off the hallway wall and smack him with a thud. He squeaked and stumbled backward, his bags tipping precariously and almost slipping from his grasp.
Muttering under his breath, he used his shoulder to push the door open gently, and he closed it behind him with a swing of his foot. He slipped off his shoes before going to put the groceries away.
Bill loved to go shopping. Even more than that, he loved to go shopping on his own. No security, no band, not even Tomi. Sometimes he wanted to just go by himself and be as orgasmic over sugar and chemicals as he wanted to be, with no one there to smirk at him or laugh behind his back later. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to go shopping on his own very often. It was dangerous, they said. You could get mobbed, they said.
Well, it was true; it was dangerous, he could get mobbed. But since he and Tom had bought the house in Los Angeles, it was much easier for Bill to go out on his own. Tokio Hotel weren’t as popular in the States yet, and quite a few of the newer fangirls didn’t really know what Bill looked like without makeup and dressed like an actual guy.
Bill smiled to himself as he unloaded his goodies from the brown paper bags. He and Tom were going to watch a the entire box set of “King of Queens” tonight, and he wanted to make milkshakes and popcorn for snacks. He stuffed the french vanilla ice cream in the freezer and realized he really should have bought more real food, as the freezer was pretty empty. The whole milk went on the top shelf in the refrigerator, along with the chocolate syrup and caramel sauce.
The door of the fridge had almost swung closed when Bill grabbed it open again. He’d had second thoughts about putting away the bottle of chocolate syrup just yet. He grabbed it off the shelf and paused before snatching up the caramel sauce and the milk, too.
Tom was checking out the local skateboard park and wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour. Bill decided he had time to indulge himself, just a little.
He poured himself a large glass of milk and put the rest back in the fridge. He tucked the sauces next to his chest and rushed upstairs.
Their bathroom was large, but not overly so. Not as big as some houses in LA, but certainly bigger than the one they’d shared with Gustav and Georg. Bill wasn’t thinking so much about the size of the bathroom, though, or the décor, and definitely not Georg and Gustav. All Bill wanted to do was get that bath going.
He set the milk and containers on the edge of the tub, plugged the drain and turned the taps on full-blast. If he only had an hour, he really wanted to get started. He adjusted the temperature to steaming and stripped, throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor.
When the tub was full enough for him to lie in without his whole body being submersed, he climbed the couple steps up the side of the tub and stepped down in. His feet stung when they’d been under for a moment and Bill crouched very carefully, a little nervous knowing the steamy water was going to sting his balls just the same. He decided he really had no choice but to just sit down, and he hissed at the pain.
After a moment of slow and steady breathing, the stinging stopped and Bill allowed himself to relax fully into the tub. The stone tile beneath and around him was a light grey marble, which wasn’t exactly comfortable, but Bill wasn’t exactly looking for comfort. This was about sensation, and the cold marble behind his back, the hard marble against his arms clashed nicely with the warmth of the water and the smooth, ebony wall he slid his fingers across.
If he wanted to finish and clean up before Tom got home, he needed to do this now. Not that this was something to hide from Tom, it’s just that this was his own little treat. Just for himself.
Bill reached a dripping hand over and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup. He popped the lid open and squeezed the bottle slightly a couple times. The delicious scent of chocolate puffed out at him. Bill tipped his head back, opened his mouth wide and dropped a small stream of syrup over his tongue. He closed his mouth and swirled the chocolate around, coating his tongue, before swallowing.
He turned the bottle upside down again, and starting at his chest, drizzled lines of the sticky stuff right down his body, decorating the skin that wasn’t under water. The chocolate was cool, but not cold and his dick was already getting hard as Bill thought about what he was getting ready to do. It twitched against his belly, growing and hardening, and Bill drizzled tiny lines around the head and down his shaft.
He tried to put the bottle back on the edge of the tub, but his hands were shaking a little and he missed. The chocolate fell on the floor and oozed a little puddle onto the tile. Bill didn’t care. Using one finger, then two, he slowly spread the chocolate around, following the lines down his chest, smearing them and rubbing them. He closed his eyes, leaned back his head, and traced the lines down further.
Softly, with just a fingertip, he spread the sweet sauce over and around the head of his cock, sucking his breath in when his nail gently scraped the sensitive underside. He circled the head again before tracing his finger down its length.
Bill looked down at his chocolate-covered cock and smiled. Maybe it looked a little bit silly, but he didn’t care, because if felt really damn good. He grasped the head between his finger and thumb and squeezed, making precome bead at the slit. Finally, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked slowly. The chocolate slide under his fingers, pulling at the base of his cock and sticking in the groove under the head. And it was getting sticky. Bill growled. It felt good but this wasn’t quite working out as he planned.
There was no question of getting up to get the chocolate again, and he eyed the bottle of caramel. Bill knew the caramel was as sticky as the chocolate but he still wanted to try it. He thought it might stay slippery longer if he added more, so he grasped the bottle with messy hands and poured a thick stream of caramel on his dick. Time was getting short, he was getting desperate, and it was time to get off.
He spread the caramel around quickly and wrapped his hand around turgid flesh again and began to pump quickly. Bill watched the syrups spread around his fingers, squishing up between them and over the top of them. He watched the chocolate mix with the tan of the caramel as it coated the head of his cock, and beads of precome dripped out the slit, weeping over the head, sliding off the syrup.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the marble and stroked faster. The heat in his belly rivaled the heat of the water and Bill could feel his legs begin to tense and quiver.
A shadow fell over his closed eyes.
Bill’s eyes flew open and he sat up quickly, water splashing all around him and splattering the floor.
“Fuck, Tom! You scared the shit out of me!” Bill struggled to catch his breath.
“What is all this?“ Tom surveyed the scene with a smirk.
Bill could feel his face heating up now and he knew there was no possible explanation he could give. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to tell his brother he’d been jacking off with food products.
Tom, however, didn’t seem to have any problem with what Bill had been doing. Bill watched silently as Tom stripped his clothes off and tossed them haphazardly around the bathroom, along with his caps.
“So I‘ve had a bit of a sweet tooth lately.” Tom stood in front of the tub, half hard and only inches from Bill’s face.
Bill looked up at his brother and giggled. This was going to be so much better than he thought.
“Stand up.” Tom gestured the direction with his fingers.
Water splashing around his body, Bill wasted no time in getting to his feet. Tom retrieved the bottle of chocolate from the floor and handed it to Bill.
“Drip this down your body until it gets to me.”
Tom snatched a towel from the cupboard and threw it, still folded, on the marble step. He kneeled there and grabbed his brother’s ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading lightly. He nuzzled his face into Bill’s balls and under his cock, covering his chin and nose with what chocolate and caramel mess there was left on Bill.
Bill tipped the bottle and began to pour. A chocolate rivulet ran down his body in a dark line, dipped into his navel and back out, before making its way down his dick.
Tom opened his mouth wide and engulfed Bill’s cock, sucking the head in, swirling his tongue around it. The further he sucked Bill in, the more syrup collected on the edges of his mouth. He wrapped his hand around the base of Bill’s cock and licked and sucked it clean while Bill trembled and bucked and held on to the walls of the tub.
“Gimme more.” Tom’s words were garbled, his mouth brown and dripping.
Bill poured another long stream and as he squeezed, his fingers fumbled and he dropped the open bottle into the tub. He still didn’t care. Tom’s mouth was on his dick again, his hand pumping him, his tongue swirling, and Bill knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
His toes started to curl into the tile and his knees were shaking when Tom suddenly pulled off him, popping Bill’s cock out of his mouth.
“Fuck…why’d you stop?” Bill groaned.
Tom wiped at the back of his mouth. “It’s too much. Sticky.”
Bill grabbed the milk that he’d set over by the wall and thrust it at Tom.
“Drink quick and finish me. Hurry, before I lose it!”
Tom took a long gulp, handed the cup back to Bill and slid Bill’s cock back in his mouth, running the tongue under the shaft, sucking hard.
Tom’s mouth was cold! Bill’s legs shook hard and it took all he had not to fall over right there. Tom grabbed him around the hips and held on. Looking up at Bill through his lashes, his eyes hot and dark, Tom opened his throat and swallowed Bill down.
That vibrating heat was pooling in his belly again, starting the slow spread down his legs, and Bill knew this was it. He wanted it. Fuck, he needed it this time. He didn’t want Tom stopping.
Bill brought the cup of milk up and started trickling a stream of milk down his chest. He watched it run in rivulets down his belly, around his navel and straight down to his cock. The milk chilled him and left goosebumps where it had traveled, but seeing the thick white liquid splash off his cock and coat Tom’s lips and tongue as it circled him, sucked him and lapped up the fluid was all Bill could take.
The cup dropped with a splash into the tub as Bill grabbed the back of Tom’s head and thrust into his mouth. Tom moaned and hummed around his cock and kneaded Bill’s ass, just trying to hold on. Bill’s fingers grabbed convulsively at Tom’s dreads, his legs shook and he came. Hot streams coated Tom’s tongue and flooded his throat. He swallowed all he could, and when he couldn’t swallow any more, come dripped from the corners of his lips.
Bill pulled out of Tom’s mouth and fell back against the wall, panting and holding on to the tile with trembling fingers. Tom was licking his lips and wiping come and chocolate from his chin. He grinned at Bill and looked quite satisfied with himself.
Bill looked around at the mess in the bathroom. Chocolate on the floor, water splashed everywhere, clothes flung around the room, the caramel bottle had fallen on the floor. He looked at his brother and laughed.
“Look at the mess you made me make, Tom.” Bill’s eyes sparkled with humor.
Tom stood up and flexed his legs. He turned on the taps and started the shower right away, and freezing water showered over Bill, making him scream and jump back out of the stream.
“Yeah, I’m not cleaning it up, either.” Tom laughed and climbed into the shower with Bill, splashing water at his face and closing the curtain behind him.
