Such a Sweet Distraction, NC17, Tom/Bill
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steins_storiesTitle: Such a Sweet Distraction
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
Summary: Bill is sick at Christmas. It's Tom's job to make him feel better.
Author's Note: This was a fluffy Christmas gift to my lovelyfire_lucy. Oddly enough, I felt very cold when writing this; I could NOT get warm. I finally finished it up, checked it and submitted it, only to go upstairs and take my temperature. It was 102F.
"But I don’t want to leave you when you’re sick, Bill.” Tom tucked the blanket tighter around Bill’s legs and arranged the pillows more comfortably behind Bill on the couch.
“It’s just the sniffles. I’ll be fine.” Bill blew his nose and snuggled into the down comforter. His nose was bright red from blowing it so much, and Tom gathered up the pile of crumpled, damp tissues Bill had tossed aside. He turned away before crinkling his nose.
“I can go see Georg another time. You want chicken noodle or vegetable?” Tom tossed over his shoulder on the way to the kitchen, holding his handful of tissues out in front of him delicately.
“You don’t have to feed--” Bill sneezed violently and shuddered, “--me.”
Bill got no reply but the muffled thud of cupboards closing. When he heard the long beep of the microwave timer, he tried to sit up and look healthy before Tom got back into the room. He parted his lips slightly and tried to breathe through his mouth so it looked like he wasn’t so stuffed up.
Tom came back carrying a tray with a big bowl of vegetable soup and a thick slab of their grandmother’s homemade bread, slathered in real butter. A large, steaming mug of tea rounded out the meal, and Bill’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like just the sniffles to me. I’m not going to Georg’s tonight and that’s the end of it. Besides, it‘s snowing again. You know I hate being out in the snow.”
He set the tray across his brother’s lap and left again, soon reappearing with a small wastebasket, another box of tissues and some ointment for Bill’s sore nose.
“How am I going to eat all this?” Bill stared at the food in front of him. The vegetable soup was so thick that it looked like stew, and there was a lot of it. He poked around the vegetables with his spoon, making sure there weren’t any gross ones in there.
“Just try, Bill?” Tom tipped his head, eyebrows raised, and made encouraging noises, “Come on, you can do it!”
Bill blew on his soup and laughed a stream of air into it, splattering brown drops of broth across the tray.
“Shut up.” He sniffled and slurped a spoonful into his mouth, humming as the broth slid warmly over his tongue and down his throat.
Bill hadn’t realized he was hungry, but this tasted so good that when his stomach growled at him, demanding more, Bill dug right in.
Feeling pretty proud of himself, Tom smiled as he watched his brother devouring the meal he’d had prepared for him.
“Okay, let’s find you something else to watch.” If Tom was going to take care of his brother, he was going to go the distance. “What are you in the mood for?”
Tom flipped through the dvds on top of the entertainment cabinet.
“Action? No, you hate that. Um… “ he glanced at Bill sideways, “I think Georg left his Naked Gun box set here.”
Bill shot him a look, brows furrowed, and mumbled around a mouthful of bread and butter.
“Okay, no Naked Gun. Though you don’t know what you’re missing. Giant body condoms? You can’t beat that shit.” Tom smirked and turned his back quickly when a throw pillow whizzed by him from across the room.
“I know.” Tom dug a dvd from the bottom of the cabinet. “Fried Green Tomatoes. This is totally your kind of movie.” He put the dvd in and crawled under the blanket, settling by Bill’s feet until his brother could finish his supper.
Soon enough, Bill’s belly was getting full and he was tired of trying to eat and breathe at the same time. Tom left the warmth of the comforter, grabbed up the tray and trotted it into the kitchen. He flipped off lights on the way back and plugged in the Christmas lights before diving back under the comforter.
Bill scooted up next to him and nudged Tom’s arm with his shoulder. Tom’s lips twitched and he struggled not to look at his brother. Another moment and Bill pressed himself closer and tried to wedge his shoulder under Tom’s arm. Tom smirked.
“Toommm.“ Bill whined softly. He snagged Tom’s wrist and lifted his brother’s arm, quickly diving under it and wrapping it around his shoulders. His nuzzled his aching nose into Tom’s neck, his fingers picking gently at the hem of Tom’s shirt before sneaking them underneath.
Tom caught his breath when cool fingers tickled up his side, and he giggled and arched himself into Bill, kissing the top of his brother’s head and squeezing his arm around Bill’s shoulders. Bill pressed his chest against his brother’s side and flattened his palm over Tom’s shoulder-blade.
“I’m sorry to be such a pain and make you miss Georg’s party.” Bill snuffled softly, hot mouth breaths puffing into his skin, followed by a scrape of teeth on his collar-bone and a quick kiss there.
“Don’t be stupid.” Tom pulled the comforter up around their shoulders, tucking one end behind Bill tightly. His brother was so warm, and Tom felt beads of sweat popping out in his hairline and his chest started to feel damp. But he was so comfortable, and more importantly, Bill was finally comfortable and relaxed; he wasn’t moving anytime soon, sweat or no sweat.
The movie played on quietly until Bill’s breaths evened out, shallow in his sleep, huffing and snorting a little. As the credits rolled, Tom found himself gazing through sleepy lids at the Christmas tree, black and silver glass bulbs reflecting the colored lights that danced and sparkled around them. A string of lights had been hung around the room, as well, and they glowed in a rhythm that looked like fire and felt like home, and Tom pulled Bill into him further, sleepily kissing his forehead.
~~~~~~~~~~
Bill shifted against him and mumbled in his ear, and Tom’s eyes blinked open slowly. He squinted at the bright blue glow of the television, the dvd now long over.
He almost grunted at the lack of feeling in his arm and the sweat covering his body in a fine layer, but he caught himself and swallowed it down. His bladder screamed at him to get up and Tom carefully hugged both arms around Bill and lay him down on his other side. He watched his brother for a moment before letting go, hoping that Bill wouldn’t wake up, but he only wrapped his thin arms around a long pillow, smiled in his sleep and snuggled into it.
After Tom had taken care of his most pressing issue, he found himself wandering around the house looking for something to do. There was no way he was waking Bill, so television and video games were out. Being on the computer would just lead to typing and typing made noise, so it wasn’t happening.
Tom sighed and scooped soupy remains directly out of the bowl with a broken hunk of bread. He realized he’d forgotten to eat and shoveled down several bites.
Wiping his hands on a towel, he went back to check on Bill. His brother’s face was flushed pink and his plush lips drooped open, panting breaths puffing from them in bursts. Bill’s eyes moved behind his lids, and Tom leaned down to smooth his fingers over his brother’s cheek.
Bill’s tongue poked out to lick his lips and he groaned quietly. A groan that sounded awfully like a moan, and between that sound and the sight of Bill’s tongue, Tom was a goner.
Bill was several days into his cold and Tom was feeling the pain, too. The night before the sniffles had shown up, he’d had Bill pressed into their mattress, his brother’s arms pinned above his head, mewling and begging for Tom to make him come.
“Come on, Tomi, I swear I’ll do anything you want.” Bill panted into Tom’s ear as Tom ground his groin down into his brother’s, their cocks sliding against each other.
“You will anyway.” Tom laughed and nipped at Bill’s earlobe, tonguing delicate skin underneath. He adjusted his grip on Bill’s wrists and pulled his brother’s arms further over his head.
Bill squirmed and bucked, trying to get more friction against his aching cock, but Tom twisted to one side then the next, evading his brother’s thrusts. Bill whined and wriggled harder.
“Dammit, Tom!” Tom smirked at Bill’s pout and slid down his twin’s slim body, pulling Bill’s wrists with him. He planted himself between Bill’s legs and anchored his brother’s wrists next to the boy’s hips.
“What is it you want?” He gazed up at Bill from beneath his lashes and let his tongue sneak out to play with his lip ring.
Bill looked down his long body at him, his eyes stormed into sable and Tom could feel him hold his breath. He grasped Bill’s wrists harder as he licked a long, wet stripe from the bottom of Bill’s dick to the swollen head. The tip was wet, dripping a small puddle onto Bill’s belly, and Tom licked it up with thick swipes of his tongue. Bill growled.
“You’re killing me…”
“Drama queen.” Tom lapped at the head of Bill’s cock, small kitty licks, and Bill gasped and twitched beneath him.
“Such a tease…” Bill moaned lowly and Tom grinned before sucking the head of Bill’s cock into his mouth. He opened up, knowing that Bill was going to thrust into him, and sucked hard, long and slow from the tip until Bill was buried in his throat.
The sounds coming from Bill’s throat had Tom’s cock aching, and he rolled his hips against the sheets. He loved sucking Bill, loved the taste of him, loved those sounds and the frantic words that fell from his brother’s lips as he bucked into Tom’s mouth. But with every swipe of his tongue, with every swirl it made around the head, Tom wanted more and more to just be inside his brother.
Bill’s moans turned to whines as Tom released him, his dick falling from Tom’s mouth to bounce on a flat, trembling belly. The whines soon turned to pleased little hums when Tom snagged the lube from the bedside table and lay back to pull Bill over the top of him.
After all these years, after all the times they’d made love, preparing Bill didn’t take long. And when their teasing stopped and the flesh became desperate, the fire in Tom’s belly was echoed in Bill’s eyes as his brother held his breath and lowered himself slowly, sliding Tom fully inside him.
Tom squeezed his eyes shut so tight that white sparks went off against the blue of his eyelids. He wanted so much to look at his brother, to watch Bill’s face as he started to move, sliding and tightening himself around Tom’s shaft. He also knew that if he did, he would come long before either of them could be satisfied.
Long, deep breaths brought control within reach, and Tom allowed himself to gaze up at his brother. Bill’s head was thrown back, raven black hair swished around his shoulder-blades as he leisurely moved up and down. One delicate hand disappeared behind him and slim fingers wrapped around Tom’s cock where it thrust inside him.
Tom’s breath caught in his throat and his hands caught his brother’s hips. He held on tightly, his fingers biting into sharp bones and shivering skin, laying the seed for bruises to bloom there later. Tom would be sad to see them then, promising himself he would never lose control like that again. He would press wet, tender kisses to the traumatized flesh, even though Bill would only laugh at him and pull him up. But at this moment, all Tom thought of was pushing harder into Bill, hitting that spot that made his brother whimper and ride him frantically.
Bill’s fist tugged so quickly on his own cock that the movement became a blur, and as Tom watched, his lips fallen open and wet, Bill screwed his face up and came. Hard, hot spurts shot up Tom’s chest, and he leaned up as far as he could, his tongue thrust out to catch stray, salty drops.
As Bill rode out his bliss, he leaned down to suck his taste from Tom’s tongue, murmuring hotly for Tom to come…please, come inside him. And so he slammed himself up into Bill and did.
Tom’s dick was so goddamn hard that it hurt. He needed a distraction. Badly.
He shouldn’t be thinking about things like that at Christmas. Now was time for family and gifts, and snuggling under blankets, drinking cocoa and watching old Christmas cartoons.
Bill loved those old animated shows, and as he thought of that, he got another idea.
Tom went searching for Bill’s candy stash and a plastic bag.
~~~~~~~~~~
Tom wiped at his nose again, but no matter how many times he wiped at it, the leaking began again right away. He stamped his feet and shoved his gloved hands under his armpits, hoping for just a little more warmth.
He knew it was cold before he got this hair-brained idea, but he’d had no idea how cold it really was until he was half-way through his project. He couldn’t just leave it and go inside, though. Tom wanted to surprise his brother and having to explain to Bill what he’d tried to make and failed seemed rather anti-climactic. So he steeled his resolve, stamped his feet again and kept going.
Now as he put the finishing touches on, though, he rushed to get done. He pulled Bill’s silver chain scarf out of the bag he’d hung from his wrist and placed it just so before turning and racing to the door.
His legs were numb and where they weren’t numb, they burned with cold, and Tom tripped on the way in the door. He cursed under his breath and tried to steady himself, but it was too late.
“Tom?” Bill sat up sleepily on the couch and peered at him in confusion.
“I’m sorry, go back to sleep.” Tom stuttered, his teeth chattering as tried to hide his bare, red hands in his pockets.
Bill didn’t answer, and Tom thought his brother had actually gone back to sleep until he turned from toeing off his shoes. Bill stood before him, and took Tom’s frozen hands in his own warm ones.
“What were you doing outside in the middle of the night? And where are your gloves?” Bill rubbed Tom’s fingers and blew on them, coughing when he blew too hard. Tom made disapproving noises, and tried to change the subject.
“You need to lie down, Bill, you‘re sick.” He shrugged off his coat and let it drop before tugging his brother back toward the couch.
Bill watched his brother shudder and shiver and as soon as they reached the couch, he pulled Tom under the comforter with him. He wrapped himself around his frozen twin and rubbed his hands quickly up and down Tom’s arms, wondering what could have possibly made Tom venture out in the middle of the night, and long enough to have gotten this cold.
His brother’s violent shivering soon slowed and then stopped as Tom lay his head on Bill’s shoulder and sighed deeply, muttering, “…love you.”
Bill chuckled and tried hard to stifle a sneeze.
“I love you, too…” He shook his head and kissed the tip of Tom’s chilly nose, “…idiot.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Two snowmen stood in the bright morning sun.
Bill squinted against the glare and looked out the window again.
Yep, they were still there.
One had a string mop-head for hair, covered by a white hat that Bill knew said ‘hater’. The other snowman wore a black beanie and Bill’s silver Comet scarf. They both wore identical smiles that looked to be made of strings of red licorice.
Tom’s grey hoodie was wrapped around his frozen doppelganger and Bill smiled at the puffy black jacket that his snowman wore.
His smile grew even wider when he saw the gloves attached to the ends of the sleeves.
The snowmen were holding hands.
Bill’s belly fluttered and he felt a prickling sting of tears behind his eyes.
“Bill?” Tom coughed and called to him from the couch.
Bill took a last grinning glance at the snowmen before returning to his twin. He pulled the comforter higher on Tom’s shoulders, tucking it in, and kissed his warm cheek, before grabbing the tiny waste-basket full of used tissues on his way out of the room.
Tom sniffled and sneezed, and then again, before moaning and leaning his head on the back of the couch.
Bill paused at the door.
“Aw, poor Tomi." Bill pouted in sympathy. "You want chicken noodle or vegetable?”
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
Summary: Bill is sick at Christmas. It's Tom's job to make him feel better.
Author's Note: This was a fluffy Christmas gift to my lovely
fire_lucy. Oddly enough, I felt very cold when writing this; I could NOT get warm. I finally finished it up, checked it and submitted it, only to go upstairs and take my temperature. It was 102F. "But I don’t want to leave you when you’re sick, Bill.” Tom tucked the blanket tighter around Bill’s legs and arranged the pillows more comfortably behind Bill on the couch.
“It’s just the sniffles. I’ll be fine.” Bill blew his nose and snuggled into the down comforter. His nose was bright red from blowing it so much, and Tom gathered up the pile of crumpled, damp tissues Bill had tossed aside. He turned away before crinkling his nose.
“I can go see Georg another time. You want chicken noodle or vegetable?” Tom tossed over his shoulder on the way to the kitchen, holding his handful of tissues out in front of him delicately.
“You don’t have to feed--” Bill sneezed violently and shuddered, “--me.”
Bill got no reply but the muffled thud of cupboards closing. When he heard the long beep of the microwave timer, he tried to sit up and look healthy before Tom got back into the room. He parted his lips slightly and tried to breathe through his mouth so it looked like he wasn’t so stuffed up.
Tom came back carrying a tray with a big bowl of vegetable soup and a thick slab of their grandmother’s homemade bread, slathered in real butter. A large, steaming mug of tea rounded out the meal, and Bill’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like just the sniffles to me. I’m not going to Georg’s tonight and that’s the end of it. Besides, it‘s snowing again. You know I hate being out in the snow.”
He set the tray across his brother’s lap and left again, soon reappearing with a small wastebasket, another box of tissues and some ointment for Bill’s sore nose.
“How am I going to eat all this?” Bill stared at the food in front of him. The vegetable soup was so thick that it looked like stew, and there was a lot of it. He poked around the vegetables with his spoon, making sure there weren’t any gross ones in there.
“Just try, Bill?” Tom tipped his head, eyebrows raised, and made encouraging noises, “Come on, you can do it!”
Bill blew on his soup and laughed a stream of air into it, splattering brown drops of broth across the tray.
“Shut up.” He sniffled and slurped a spoonful into his mouth, humming as the broth slid warmly over his tongue and down his throat.
Bill hadn’t realized he was hungry, but this tasted so good that when his stomach growled at him, demanding more, Bill dug right in.
Feeling pretty proud of himself, Tom smiled as he watched his brother devouring the meal he’d had prepared for him.
“Okay, let’s find you something else to watch.” If Tom was going to take care of his brother, he was going to go the distance. “What are you in the mood for?”
Tom flipped through the dvds on top of the entertainment cabinet.
“Action? No, you hate that. Um… “ he glanced at Bill sideways, “I think Georg left his Naked Gun box set here.”
Bill shot him a look, brows furrowed, and mumbled around a mouthful of bread and butter.
“Okay, no Naked Gun. Though you don’t know what you’re missing. Giant body condoms? You can’t beat that shit.” Tom smirked and turned his back quickly when a throw pillow whizzed by him from across the room.
“I know.” Tom dug a dvd from the bottom of the cabinet. “Fried Green Tomatoes. This is totally your kind of movie.” He put the dvd in and crawled under the blanket, settling by Bill’s feet until his brother could finish his supper.
Soon enough, Bill’s belly was getting full and he was tired of trying to eat and breathe at the same time. Tom left the warmth of the comforter, grabbed up the tray and trotted it into the kitchen. He flipped off lights on the way back and plugged in the Christmas lights before diving back under the comforter.
Bill scooted up next to him and nudged Tom’s arm with his shoulder. Tom’s lips twitched and he struggled not to look at his brother. Another moment and Bill pressed himself closer and tried to wedge his shoulder under Tom’s arm. Tom smirked.
“Toommm.“ Bill whined softly. He snagged Tom’s wrist and lifted his brother’s arm, quickly diving under it and wrapping it around his shoulders. His nuzzled his aching nose into Tom’s neck, his fingers picking gently at the hem of Tom’s shirt before sneaking them underneath.
Tom caught his breath when cool fingers tickled up his side, and he giggled and arched himself into Bill, kissing the top of his brother’s head and squeezing his arm around Bill’s shoulders. Bill pressed his chest against his brother’s side and flattened his palm over Tom’s shoulder-blade.
“I’m sorry to be such a pain and make you miss Georg’s party.” Bill snuffled softly, hot mouth breaths puffing into his skin, followed by a scrape of teeth on his collar-bone and a quick kiss there.
“Don’t be stupid.” Tom pulled the comforter up around their shoulders, tucking one end behind Bill tightly. His brother was so warm, and Tom felt beads of sweat popping out in his hairline and his chest started to feel damp. But he was so comfortable, and more importantly, Bill was finally comfortable and relaxed; he wasn’t moving anytime soon, sweat or no sweat.
The movie played on quietly until Bill’s breaths evened out, shallow in his sleep, huffing and snorting a little. As the credits rolled, Tom found himself gazing through sleepy lids at the Christmas tree, black and silver glass bulbs reflecting the colored lights that danced and sparkled around them. A string of lights had been hung around the room, as well, and they glowed in a rhythm that looked like fire and felt like home, and Tom pulled Bill into him further, sleepily kissing his forehead.
Bill shifted against him and mumbled in his ear, and Tom’s eyes blinked open slowly. He squinted at the bright blue glow of the television, the dvd now long over.
He almost grunted at the lack of feeling in his arm and the sweat covering his body in a fine layer, but he caught himself and swallowed it down. His bladder screamed at him to get up and Tom carefully hugged both arms around Bill and lay him down on his other side. He watched his brother for a moment before letting go, hoping that Bill wouldn’t wake up, but he only wrapped his thin arms around a long pillow, smiled in his sleep and snuggled into it.
After Tom had taken care of his most pressing issue, he found himself wandering around the house looking for something to do. There was no way he was waking Bill, so television and video games were out. Being on the computer would just lead to typing and typing made noise, so it wasn’t happening.
Tom sighed and scooped soupy remains directly out of the bowl with a broken hunk of bread. He realized he’d forgotten to eat and shoveled down several bites.
Wiping his hands on a towel, he went back to check on Bill. His brother’s face was flushed pink and his plush lips drooped open, panting breaths puffing from them in bursts. Bill’s eyes moved behind his lids, and Tom leaned down to smooth his fingers over his brother’s cheek.
Bill’s tongue poked out to lick his lips and he groaned quietly. A groan that sounded awfully like a moan, and between that sound and the sight of Bill’s tongue, Tom was a goner.
Bill was several days into his cold and Tom was feeling the pain, too. The night before the sniffles had shown up, he’d had Bill pressed into their mattress, his brother’s arms pinned above his head, mewling and begging for Tom to make him come.
“Come on, Tomi, I swear I’ll do anything you want.” Bill panted into Tom’s ear as Tom ground his groin down into his brother’s, their cocks sliding against each other.
“You will anyway.” Tom laughed and nipped at Bill’s earlobe, tonguing delicate skin underneath. He adjusted his grip on Bill’s wrists and pulled his brother’s arms further over his head.
Bill squirmed and bucked, trying to get more friction against his aching cock, but Tom twisted to one side then the next, evading his brother’s thrusts. Bill whined and wriggled harder.
“Dammit, Tom!” Tom smirked at Bill’s pout and slid down his twin’s slim body, pulling Bill’s wrists with him. He planted himself between Bill’s legs and anchored his brother’s wrists next to the boy’s hips.
“What is it you want?” He gazed up at Bill from beneath his lashes and let his tongue sneak out to play with his lip ring.
Bill looked down his long body at him, his eyes stormed into sable and Tom could feel him hold his breath. He grasped Bill’s wrists harder as he licked a long, wet stripe from the bottom of Bill’s dick to the swollen head. The tip was wet, dripping a small puddle onto Bill’s belly, and Tom licked it up with thick swipes of his tongue. Bill growled.
“You’re killing me…”
“Drama queen.” Tom lapped at the head of Bill’s cock, small kitty licks, and Bill gasped and twitched beneath him.
“Such a tease…” Bill moaned lowly and Tom grinned before sucking the head of Bill’s cock into his mouth. He opened up, knowing that Bill was going to thrust into him, and sucked hard, long and slow from the tip until Bill was buried in his throat.
The sounds coming from Bill’s throat had Tom’s cock aching, and he rolled his hips against the sheets. He loved sucking Bill, loved the taste of him, loved those sounds and the frantic words that fell from his brother’s lips as he bucked into Tom’s mouth. But with every swipe of his tongue, with every swirl it made around the head, Tom wanted more and more to just be inside his brother.
Bill’s moans turned to whines as Tom released him, his dick falling from Tom’s mouth to bounce on a flat, trembling belly. The whines soon turned to pleased little hums when Tom snagged the lube from the bedside table and lay back to pull Bill over the top of him.
After all these years, after all the times they’d made love, preparing Bill didn’t take long. And when their teasing stopped and the flesh became desperate, the fire in Tom’s belly was echoed in Bill’s eyes as his brother held his breath and lowered himself slowly, sliding Tom fully inside him.
Tom squeezed his eyes shut so tight that white sparks went off against the blue of his eyelids. He wanted so much to look at his brother, to watch Bill’s face as he started to move, sliding and tightening himself around Tom’s shaft. He also knew that if he did, he would come long before either of them could be satisfied.
Long, deep breaths brought control within reach, and Tom allowed himself to gaze up at his brother. Bill’s head was thrown back, raven black hair swished around his shoulder-blades as he leisurely moved up and down. One delicate hand disappeared behind him and slim fingers wrapped around Tom’s cock where it thrust inside him.
Tom’s breath caught in his throat and his hands caught his brother’s hips. He held on tightly, his fingers biting into sharp bones and shivering skin, laying the seed for bruises to bloom there later. Tom would be sad to see them then, promising himself he would never lose control like that again. He would press wet, tender kisses to the traumatized flesh, even though Bill would only laugh at him and pull him up. But at this moment, all Tom thought of was pushing harder into Bill, hitting that spot that made his brother whimper and ride him frantically.
Bill’s fist tugged so quickly on his own cock that the movement became a blur, and as Tom watched, his lips fallen open and wet, Bill screwed his face up and came. Hard, hot spurts shot up Tom’s chest, and he leaned up as far as he could, his tongue thrust out to catch stray, salty drops.
As Bill rode out his bliss, he leaned down to suck his taste from Tom’s tongue, murmuring hotly for Tom to come…please, come inside him. And so he slammed himself up into Bill and did.
Tom’s dick was so goddamn hard that it hurt. He needed a distraction. Badly.
He shouldn’t be thinking about things like that at Christmas. Now was time for family and gifts, and snuggling under blankets, drinking cocoa and watching old Christmas cartoons.
Bill loved those old animated shows, and as he thought of that, he got another idea.
Tom went searching for Bill’s candy stash and a plastic bag.
Tom wiped at his nose again, but no matter how many times he wiped at it, the leaking began again right away. He stamped his feet and shoved his gloved hands under his armpits, hoping for just a little more warmth.
He knew it was cold before he got this hair-brained idea, but he’d had no idea how cold it really was until he was half-way through his project. He couldn’t just leave it and go inside, though. Tom wanted to surprise his brother and having to explain to Bill what he’d tried to make and failed seemed rather anti-climactic. So he steeled his resolve, stamped his feet again and kept going.
Now as he put the finishing touches on, though, he rushed to get done. He pulled Bill’s silver chain scarf out of the bag he’d hung from his wrist and placed it just so before turning and racing to the door.
His legs were numb and where they weren’t numb, they burned with cold, and Tom tripped on the way in the door. He cursed under his breath and tried to steady himself, but it was too late.
“Tom?” Bill sat up sleepily on the couch and peered at him in confusion.
“I’m sorry, go back to sleep.” Tom stuttered, his teeth chattering as tried to hide his bare, red hands in his pockets.
Bill didn’t answer, and Tom thought his brother had actually gone back to sleep until he turned from toeing off his shoes. Bill stood before him, and took Tom’s frozen hands in his own warm ones.
“What were you doing outside in the middle of the night? And where are your gloves?” Bill rubbed Tom’s fingers and blew on them, coughing when he blew too hard. Tom made disapproving noises, and tried to change the subject.
“You need to lie down, Bill, you‘re sick.” He shrugged off his coat and let it drop before tugging his brother back toward the couch.
Bill watched his brother shudder and shiver and as soon as they reached the couch, he pulled Tom under the comforter with him. He wrapped himself around his frozen twin and rubbed his hands quickly up and down Tom’s arms, wondering what could have possibly made Tom venture out in the middle of the night, and long enough to have gotten this cold.
His brother’s violent shivering soon slowed and then stopped as Tom lay his head on Bill’s shoulder and sighed deeply, muttering, “…love you.”
Bill chuckled and tried hard to stifle a sneeze.
“I love you, too…” He shook his head and kissed the tip of Tom’s chilly nose, “…idiot.”
Two snowmen stood in the bright morning sun.
Bill squinted against the glare and looked out the window again.
Yep, they were still there.
One had a string mop-head for hair, covered by a white hat that Bill knew said ‘hater’. The other snowman wore a black beanie and Bill’s silver Comet scarf. They both wore identical smiles that looked to be made of strings of red licorice.
Tom’s grey hoodie was wrapped around his frozen doppelganger and Bill smiled at the puffy black jacket that his snowman wore.
His smile grew even wider when he saw the gloves attached to the ends of the sleeves.
The snowmen were holding hands.
Bill’s belly fluttered and he felt a prickling sting of tears behind his eyes.
“Bill?” Tom coughed and called to him from the couch.
Bill took a last grinning glance at the snowmen before returning to his twin. He pulled the comforter higher on Tom’s shoulders, tucking it in, and kissed his warm cheek, before grabbing the tiny waste-basket full of used tissues on his way out of the room.
Tom sniffled and sneezed, and then again, before moaning and leaning his head on the back of the couch.
Bill paused at the door.
“Aw, poor Tomi." Bill pouted in sympathy. "You want chicken noodle or vegetable?”
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Date: 2009-05-24 01:17 am (UTC)