Sag Mir Wann, PG, Tom/Jost
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steins_storiesTitle: Sag Mir Wann
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
steinsgrrl
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Tom/Jost
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: PG
Summary: "I promise, I'll tell him today."
Author's Note: Just a sappy, angsty little thing forlatum. Happy Birthday, sweetie.
Tom held his breath as a soft palm smoothed over his belly and up his side, the man behind him caressing him and muttering in his sleep. Tom caught the hand when it reached his chest and pulled it close to his heart, holding it flat against his flushed skin.
How would he tell his brother? How could he ever explain it? The question plagued him and robbed him of sleep, unlike his lover, who even in his dreams pulled Tom against him, kissing his shoulder and nuzzling his nose into the braids at the back of Tom’s neck.
There was nothing he could do about this. He’d tried so hard, tried to resist what he felt, but the more his head rejected the idea of this love, the more his heart screamed out to be heard. And when Tom had professed not to believe in love, only to find it so close to him all along, there was no way he could deny it.
He would have to tell his brother and his brother would have to understand. Tom couldn’t live with anything less.
Tom lifted the hand he held to his chest and kissed each finger softly before dotting a kiss on the man’s palm. He moved then, turning in his lover’s arms until he was face to face with him. His body ached in ways and places it had never ached before, but he smiled at each twinge of his muscles; the memory of what caused the ache made his belly clench and a soft ember of need to glow within him.
David’s face was beautiful, clear of all worry and tension, and a small smile played on his lips. They were plush, swollen by their loving, and Tom wanted to kiss them. To kiss him.
He leaned in and brushed David’s lips with his own, just whispering over them, and breathed in. David smelled like espresso and the oranges they’d had with dessert, and he still smelled a little like Tom. Tom smiled and kissed his lover again, licking at his lips and chanting his name under his breath.
David opened his eyes, blinking slowly, and opened up to let Tom in. Their kiss was short and deep and left them breathless. Soon Tom pulled back, leaving several little kisses behind, and looked his lover in the eyes.
“You know you have to go now.” It broke Tom’s heart to tell David this every night. Not just for himself, but for the hurt that came to David’s face then.
“I know.” David kissed him again, slowly, lovingly, and it felt so real and so right and so good that Tom wanted to let him stay. He almost let him stay. But David pulled away and rose from the bed.
“I promise, I’ll tell him today. I really will.” Tom sat up, the sheet pooling at his waist. He wiped hard at his cheeks with the heel of his palm.
“I‘m sure you‘ll tell him this time.” David’s voice was flat and he pulled on his pants and fastened them.
“You know I love you, David.” He couldn't seem to be able to look up from his lap, but from the corner of his eye, he could see David walking around collecting his clothes. The more time it took for David to go, the more it hurt both of them, and the more Tom wanted to stop him. Tell him to stay, tell him to hell with whatever happens from this, because Tom needed David to be with him.
David stopped at the side of the bed, fully dressed and slid his key card into his back pocket.
“I know.” David bent down to Tom and kissed him again; just a quick press of warm lips that left Tom wanting more. He always wanted more.
And then he was gone. David had gone back to his room, and Tom was left there, in the mess they’d made of the bed, in the mess he’d made of his heart.
He sighed and fell on his back and stared at the ceiling, his chest aching and his body sore.
Today he would tell Bill.
Author:
steinsgrrlFandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Tom/Jost
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: PG
Summary: "I promise, I'll tell him today."
Author's Note: Just a sappy, angsty little thing for
latum. Happy Birthday, sweetie.Tom held his breath as a soft palm smoothed over his belly and up his side, the man behind him caressing him and muttering in his sleep. Tom caught the hand when it reached his chest and pulled it close to his heart, holding it flat against his flushed skin.
How would he tell his brother? How could he ever explain it? The question plagued him and robbed him of sleep, unlike his lover, who even in his dreams pulled Tom against him, kissing his shoulder and nuzzling his nose into the braids at the back of Tom’s neck.
There was nothing he could do about this. He’d tried so hard, tried to resist what he felt, but the more his head rejected the idea of this love, the more his heart screamed out to be heard. And when Tom had professed not to believe in love, only to find it so close to him all along, there was no way he could deny it.
He would have to tell his brother and his brother would have to understand. Tom couldn’t live with anything less.
Tom lifted the hand he held to his chest and kissed each finger softly before dotting a kiss on the man’s palm. He moved then, turning in his lover’s arms until he was face to face with him. His body ached in ways and places it had never ached before, but he smiled at each twinge of his muscles; the memory of what caused the ache made his belly clench and a soft ember of need to glow within him.
David’s face was beautiful, clear of all worry and tension, and a small smile played on his lips. They were plush, swollen by their loving, and Tom wanted to kiss them. To kiss him.
He leaned in and brushed David’s lips with his own, just whispering over them, and breathed in. David smelled like espresso and the oranges they’d had with dessert, and he still smelled a little like Tom. Tom smiled and kissed his lover again, licking at his lips and chanting his name under his breath.
David opened his eyes, blinking slowly, and opened up to let Tom in. Their kiss was short and deep and left them breathless. Soon Tom pulled back, leaving several little kisses behind, and looked his lover in the eyes.
“You know you have to go now.” It broke Tom’s heart to tell David this every night. Not just for himself, but for the hurt that came to David’s face then.
“I know.” David kissed him again, slowly, lovingly, and it felt so real and so right and so good that Tom wanted to let him stay. He almost let him stay. But David pulled away and rose from the bed.
“I promise, I’ll tell him today. I really will.” Tom sat up, the sheet pooling at his waist. He wiped hard at his cheeks with the heel of his palm.
“I‘m sure you‘ll tell him this time.” David’s voice was flat and he pulled on his pants and fastened them.
“You know I love you, David.” He couldn't seem to be able to look up from his lap, but from the corner of his eye, he could see David walking around collecting his clothes. The more time it took for David to go, the more it hurt both of them, and the more Tom wanted to stop him. Tell him to stay, tell him to hell with whatever happens from this, because Tom needed David to be with him.
David stopped at the side of the bed, fully dressed and slid his key card into his back pocket.
“I know.” David bent down to Tom and kissed him again; just a quick press of warm lips that left Tom wanting more. He always wanted more.
And then he was gone. David had gone back to his room, and Tom was left there, in the mess they’d made of the bed, in the mess he’d made of his heart.
He sighed and fell on his back and stared at the ceiling, his chest aching and his body sore.
Today he would tell Bill.
