Promise Ring
This is a fic i did for the secret santa fic exchance over at th_fanfic. I just uhm, might have forgotten to post it here... haha.
Title: Promise Ring
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing(s): Tom/Bill (mentioned Georg/Gustav)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Tokio Hotel and I do not claim any knowledge of these events to be true. Written here are simply musings of my mostly insane mind with the hope that other fans might enjoy them.
Warnings: Twincest, object insertion, explicit sex
Summary: When Tom buys a special ring Bill finds his heart is breaking... but will Christmas set everything right?
Recipient: Beren_writes
Author's notes: Beren is my favorite author on livejournal and I've always enjoyed her tokio hotel stories so I was very excited to get to write a fic for her this year. And since this is falling so close to her birthday it's doubling as a birthday fic (which is why it's so long! ^.^ 5629 words) Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas! I hope this is what you wanted! Oh.. and please forgive any grammar mistakes, my work schedule has been insane and I didn't have as much time to edit this as I would have liked! (( the ring: http://www.titaniumera.com/catalog/detail?cid=661&pid=2019
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Promise Ring
Italy, one more beautiful country in a long list of beautiful countries that the boys of Tokio Hotel had visited this past year. Bill idly wondered if he'd spent enough time in a plane to make him a day or more behind people who kept both feet constantly on the ground, like how an astronaut traveling far enough would come back having aged less than the people he left behind.
Their hotel was nice, as always, a private pool sectioned off so they could relax without the fans watching and all four of the boys were laying out, soaking up the rays while they could. Bill's mind wasn't as distant as the other three though, it was focused on something much closer to them, or someone closer to be more precise.
Hidden behind his sunglasses his eyes were free to soak up what normally he would be careful not to linger on. Laying across the pool from him was the one person he was never allowed to have, the one he shouldn't want. Tom, his twin, his other half, the person who knew him more completely and honestly than anyone else. Bill knew that to others without their makeup and hairstyles they were identical but he always recognized the differences in the two of them. Tom was strong to his gentle, calm to his hyper, nonchalant to his constant stressing, the perfect balance to him, the only reason he stayed sane when things got crazy.
Bill wasn't sure when it had started, when just loving his twin as merely that wasn't enough, when he'd realized how deep and intense the feelings were. It didn't matter when, or even how it had come to be, the only fact that matter was that it had. Tom was the single most beautiful person he knew and Bill knew that nothing would ever change that. The girls he met would never compare and he didn't even bother to look at other guys, he knew it wouldn't be the same. No one's hands would ever be Tom's, no ones lips would ever be right.
Shifting a little on the pool chair he was lounging on he let his eyes take in all of the features that made up his twin, lingering over each so he could bring back this image later when he needed it. Tom's dreds were up, pulled off his neck to keep him cool and he was relaxing with his eyes close. Lips that were usually curved up in a soft smirk were just relaxed and soft, lip ring just resting there against the tempting flesh. His head tilted back just so, making his neck longer and more inviting and not for the first time Bill wondered what the skin there would taste like, if teasing the spot just below his ear with his teeth would make Tom squirm...
His eyes shifted lower, over the bare chest and toned stomach, down along the swim trunks and all the way down to the tips of his feet. The soft smile on Bill's lips couldn't be hidden and he felt his chest swell a little as he considered even if Tom was never his... even if he spent a lifetime watching him with someone else, Tom would never disappear from his life. He would never not be able to see that smile, the way his eyes would light when he was excited about a new song or when he was just quietly playing his guitar and lost in a new song.
Eyes traveling up his heart stopped a moment when he saw that Tom was looking back at him, a thoughtful expression in his eyes that he recognized and his heart jump started again with a heavy pounding in his chest. Half a second later he remembered to breathe as he realized he had his sunglasses on still. He tilted his head as if just noticing Tom staring and grinned to him, lifting his hand to wave just his first two fingers. Stretching up he yawned dramatically and stood, announcing his intent to go back to his room before he left the others there, unaware of the way Tom's thoughtful gaze continued to follow him.
The bed in his room wasn't the softest, but it didn't need to be today as he only wanted it for one thing. Making sure to lock the door so that no one could enter he moved to the less than perfectly soft bed and crawled up onto it, leaning over the opposite side to pull his bag up onto to the bed.
A happy little sigh escaped as Bill unzipped the bag and reached in to pull an old shirt out. It had been one of Tom's favorites for a long time before he'd 'lost' it and it forever smelled of his twin from the continuous wear. Bringing it up to his face he inhaled deeply and got lost in the scent for a long moment before he set it on his pillow and returned to the bag. Pulling out a bottle of lube he set it to the side and reached in for the final item.
The dildo was the prize of his collection, he'd found it on a random adult store visit and fallen in love with it. Glass, beautifully sculpted to mimic a real cock and almost the same size as he was, only a little smaller, and thus, only a little smaller than Tom would be. What really made it beautiful was suspended inside were little flecks of glitter and a little dragon whose green wings sparkled in the light that filtered through the glass figure.
Bill's fingers slid over the smooth, unforgiving surface and he felt a shiver slide down his spine and straight through to the tip of his already half hard cock. Having a secret love meant that you had to learn control over your body if you didn't want to constantly give yourself away and he was usually very good at remaining soft so long as anyone was nearby. However, the moment he was alone and that door was locked Bill's hormones would get the best of him and it never took long to get into the mood for this.
Setting his sunglasses to the side he hooked his fingers in his swim trunks and pushed them down over his hips to drop to the side, settling back with a low hum of approval for being allowed the luxury of stretching out nude on top of the covers. Smiling to himself he pulled Tom's shirt up to drape over his neck and chest, the lingering scent of the shirt able to aid in stirring his senses so that when his fingers closed around his glass treasure he felt his pulse quicken in anticipation.
Chances to relax without worrying about being interrupted were few and far between so Bill relished this opportunity for the precious gift it was, intending to draw it out as long as possible. The cold glass felt wonderful against his slightly heated skin and he drew the tip of it down over his chest, teasing around each nipple until they puckered up enough to let the manicured fingers of his free hand pinch and tease them more.
Continuing slowly down his body he lingered over each sensitive spot as he found it, eyes closed so that he could picture Tom's hands or lips moving where his own traveled. As wrapped up in this as he was he could almost feel Tom's hands guiding his movement as he bent his knees to draw them up, fingers and glass moving over the inside of his thighs and causing his breath to hitch just softly.
When he felt a warm dribble of precum slide down the length of his cock he knew he'd teased enough and trembling fingers reached out next to him to close around the bottle of lube. He didn't touch himself with fingers, the only thing that touched there would be the glass cock and the only exception his mind would except was if Tom was touching or placing something there, instead he dribbled the lube directly onto the smooth surface and smeared it out over the length of it, shivering and releasing just the smallest little whimper.
With both knees drawn up and slender thighs spread wide he reached down to let just the head of the glass cock press against his entrance. There were days when his desperation led him to just thrust the hard object inside but with time to spare he tease and just twisted his wrist, smearing the lube over but not pressing in.
The hint and promise of penetration had him squirming lightly on the bed, soft pants falling from his lips and when he finally gently pressed in he released a low moan. Centimeters to start were followed so slowly with inch by glorious inch of the unyielding and unforgiving artificial cock.
When his hand finally pressed flush to the flesh of his ass he had to stop, stilling as he let his body adjust to the intrusion, welcome it. His own cock lay swollen and red against his belly, dripping precum still and craving attention that he wouldn't give it. Shifting he moaned as he felt the glass move inside him and his hand slowly pulled the glass cock nearly all the way from his body before sliding it smoothly back in, hand angling to brush right over his sensitive bundle of nerves.
From there it was a fight not to let his cries get too loud, he knew his body so well, knew exactly how much it could take and he pushed himself right to the limit today, using long smooth thrusts of the cock that brushed his prostate on every pass. His limbs trembled with the effort of keeping this slow, of drawing it out and letting it build and moisture leaked from the corners of his eyes as he grew right to the point of unbearable, of too much.
It was then, and only then, that he let his free hand slide up and wrap around his abandoned cock, stroking just once and sliding his thumb up over the sensitive head. The was all it took before he was arching back on a soft, drawn out cry as his world gently shattered. Wave after wave of sensation ran over him, strips of white liquid coating his stomach until his trembling limbs could take no more and he lay shivering and spent on his hotel bed. He basked in the feeling, mind completely free of anything but the still lingering scent of Tom from his brother's shirt and heart content for now.
Unsure of how long he lay there Bill finally stirred and pulled the glass cock from his body, whimpering just softly at the loss. Standing on shaky legs he moved to the bathroom, sanding with cum drying on his belly as he first took care of washing the dildo and drying it with loving care. When he was satisfied with that he turned the shower on and stepped under the water, letting it rinse away the evidence of his forbidden desires.
Washing after this was almost as important as the act itself, taking care to wash away every last drop of cum allowed him time to collect his mind and move back into the mode he was supposed to be in, singer, brother, good friend. It kept him from lingering over the one thing he shouldn't be, the longing, lovestruck twin... Still, he could feel the after effects of his glass treasure and he knew the sensation would linger, tiding him over till the next time he could escape to this.
Bill finished up in the shower by washing his hair and stepped out to dry and dress. The glass dildo was put back in his bag with the same care it had been removed and then the lube and Tom's carefully folded shirt joined them.
Having unlocked the door he was finishing doing his hair when Tom entered the room, greeting him with a smile and moving to stand in the doorway of the bathroom to watch him finish. “Tired of the pool?” Bill asked, smiling to him as he glanced at him through the mirror.
Tom smiled and shrugged a little, baggy shirt lifting and settling as Tom had dressed before he'd come over. “Yeah, I remembered you mentioning wanting to do some shopping while we're here, and I'm bored so I figured we could go.”
Eyes lighting Bill felt his chest swell against his consent as he nodded, leaning forward as he finished straightening his hair. “Sounds good,” he said with a big smile as Tom didn't volunteer to shop with him often.
The two of them had a difficult time blending in no matter where they went anymore, they were far too recognizable and being as tall as they were didn't help matter's any. Still, with a couple body guards following and disguises in place they managed alright.
The shopping was lazy, picking up gifts for their mother and Andreas occasionally but otherwise just browsing until Bill's eyes spotted a jewelery store. Looking over to Tom he saw the resigned expression already and just grinned, tugging him over and into the store, immediately getting distracted by first one shinny object and then another.
Following along behind with his hands in his pockets Tom stayed quiet, just looking around mostly idly before he caught notice of something and moved to it, drawn as if by some magnetic force. Turning Bill watched him, surprised as usually Tom didn't like these more traditional jewelery stores at all and he stepped over to him to see what he was looking at.
The ring was lovely, simple, a band of silver titanium that a had a line diagonal down the front. The top half of that was darker and etched out a little with a white diamond set in it while the bottom was smooth, even with the rest of the ring and held a black diamond, giving the ring a yin and yang effect. Bill liked it immediately and glancing up at Tom he could tell his twin certainly did too. “Are you going to buy it?” Bill asked, watching the strange expression on Tom's face.
Glancing up at him Tom searched Bill's face for just a moment before he looked to the ring and nodded, “yes, it will make a perfect gift someday.”
Smiling a little Bill tilted his head, “when and for who?”
Tom grinned a little to him and shook his head, “for that one special person you seem to think is out there...” he nodded to the ring, “I'll hold on to it until I can give it to them.”
Bill felt a sinking feeling in his chest, it was manageable to watch Tom with people who didn't matter, girls that wouldn't last... but the thought of him with someone else forever? He felt almost claustrophobic thinking about it, like there suddenly wasn't enough air in the room.
Forcing himself to breathe he smiled to Tom, teasing him, “ha, I knew there was a romantic hiding in there somewhere.”
Grinning to him Tom stuck out his tongue at him, so reminiscent of their younger years that Bill grinned back at him.
The sinking feeling returned though as he watched Tom actually buy the ring, getting a box for it and carefully placing it in his pocket. Well... it wasn't like he had someone to run off and give it to right then... Bill would have to use this as a good thing rather than a bad one. as long as Tom kept that ring he would know that he hadn't lost him yet.
It was that mindset that kept Bill going in the months to come, so much so that he'd almost forgotten was he was so scared the first time he'd heard him declare his intentions for the ring. Occasionally, if he found himself feeling worried he would simply check where he knew Tom kept the ring just to be sure it was still there and so the little box holding it came to be more of a comforting thing than a omen of his future heartache.
When the world turned white Tokio Hotel found themselves traveling more, doing a couple Christmas concerts, singing for their fans and getting caught up in the frenzy of the season. With half a week to go till Christmas and finally at home Bill found himself dropping down to check in Tom's bag once more for the ring, and that's when the first icy tendrils of panic set in on him. It wasn't there... The little black box with Tom's future inside wasn't there... Forcing himself to keep breathing he looked again, and then checked a couple other locations, hoping perhaps Tom had simply moved it, but it wasn't too be found.
Bill's world narrowed in that instant to just that moment in time and, thankful to be at home, he moved up into his room to settled heavily on his bed. Staring blankly at the wall he swallowed hard and lifted a hand to press against his chest, as if somehow the physical pressure would make the ache subside. He'd known this day would come eventually, Tom was twin, his blood, he wasn't allowed to love him and as such he never had him to begin with. You couldn't lose something you never had right?
Eyes closing against the pain he took in a shuddering breath, unable to stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks. It was just so real this way... he might never have had Tom but that didn't mean it didn't feel as if he were losing him now. If Tom was in love with someone else even his fantasies would be a violation of that, he wouldn't be the most important person in his twin's life... some one else would take that role.
Unable to remember moving he found himself curled up on his side, tears dry on his cheeks and chest feeling... empty... It hurt so much and he knew it was really only the beginning, that watching the one he loved with every fiber of his being loving someone else would tear his breaking heart to shreds.
That night Bill cried himself to sleep, claiming a headache to keep anyone in his family from bothering him. In the days that followed Bill was quiet. It was rare of course, but not unheard of for him to have a few days like this, especially when they'd been touring as much as they had so no one questioned it.
Tom, of course, was wonderful through those couple of days, giving him wonderful neck massages any time Bill looked uncomfortable, being the dream brother and helping his twin in his downtime. For Bill though, seeing him like this and knowing it was all he'd ever have just drove those shots of pain in a little deeper.
That year, Christmas Eve was the most solemn it had ever been for Bill and he moved up to head into his room early, only able to smile and fake the Christmas cheer for a short period of time.
Settled cross-legged on his bed in just one of Tom's old t-shirts and a pair of socks he had a scrap book settled across his lap, carefully going through the pages of Tom and his childhood. He was trying to distract himself, lose himself in happy memories when he heard a knock at his door and looked up to see Tom enter with a slightly uncertain look on his face, nervous maybe?
Bill swallowed, was he coming to tell him who the girl was who'd be getting the ring? Could he handle it yet? Giving Tom a small smile he scooted up to give him room to sit on the end of the bed, setting the album aside, “is something up?” he asked, watching him.
Smiling Tom tilted his head a little and ignored the question for a moment, reaching out to finger the shirt Bill was wearing, “I can't believe you're still wearing my old shirts to bed..”
Cheeks tinting just lightly Bill smiled, “yes well, yours are more comfortable.” It was an old conversation, repeated many times and his answer earned him a soft chuckle from Tom before his brother reached into his pocket, fingering something there. Bill glanced down it and then back up to Tom, waiting for his original question to be answered.
“I just wanted to give you your Christmas present,” he confessed after a moment, pulling a colorfully wrapped little box from his pocket. Tom's fingers fiddled with it a moment before he reached over to place it in Bill’s hand. “Go ahead... open it..” he breathed, watching him carefully.
Looking to the present Bill wet his lip, manicured fingers coming up to gently break the tape, slowly pulling the wrapping off to reveal the little black box underneath. Heart starting to hammer in his chest he glanced up to Tom to try and read his expression before he swallowed and opened the box. And there it was, the ring that he'd watched Tom pick out all those months ago, the ring that was the reason he'd been so miserable the last few days. “Tom I..” he started before he stopped himself. Maybe Tom hadn't meant what he'd said in the store? It might have just been a ruse to convince Bill the gift wasn't meant for him.
“I had it inscribed,” Tom said, still watching him with the same almost nervous expression.
Without looking up at him again Bill pulled the ring from the case and set the box aside, lifting it to inspect. There, along the inside of the ring, was a single word. Always. “Tom..” he breathed again, heart rate completely erratic as he looked up at him, unable to hide the hint of hope lighting his eyes.
The look was all that Tom needed though and his twin smiled before shifting up onto his knees and leaning forward. His hands moved to rest on either side of Bill and he tilted his head up until his lips were just a breath away from Bill's. The older twin smiled softly as he listened to Bill's breath hitch before tilting his head a little more. “You’re the one,” he whispered out over his lips before letting his head tilt that final bit, lips brushing over Bill's for the first time.
‘Oh..’ Bill’s heart sighed out as those lips touched his and his tilted his head up to meet the kiss, hand lifting slowly up to slide over Tom’s neck and draw him into the kiss. It was slow, sweet, and absolutely perfect. When they drew away from each other it was with mutual sighs of contentment and Bill looked up at him with a disbelieving, happy smile. “Am I dreaming?”
Tom chuckled in his soft husky voice and shook his head, brushing another soft kiss over his lips, “no,” he assured him, “this is very real.” Pulling back from him he reached for Bill’s hand and took the ring from where it was resting in his palm and slid it over his finger. “It wont be easy Bill,” he breathed, the protective brotherly tone coming through a little, “most people wont understand, they’ll think this is wrong.”
Releasing a shaky breath he nodded, “I understand...” he murmured, “but it doesn’t matter, they don’t have to understand us. You’re the other part of me Tom, I can’t live without you... I wouldn’t survive very long.”
Smiling at the romantic notion Tom nodded and pressed a kiss to his temple, “I know,” he whispered, “it’s always been that way, you and me..” he pressed kisses down over his cheek, across his lips and back up the other side of his face.
Shivering Bill tilted his face to him, eyes sliding closed as he soaked up the feeling. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he whispered out, hand lifting so his fingers could stroke over Tom’s cheek and down his long neck.
That husky chuckle he liked so much reached his ears as Tom dipped his head and pressed his lips to the soft skin of his neck, moving up slowly to pull the lobe of his ear into his mouth, sucking softly. “I would say... since before that favorite shirt of mine disappeared,” he breathed, causing Bill to flush.
“Oh..” Bill whispered, tilting his head to encourage more of the light teasing. “Oh....” he breathed again, remembering what else was in the bag with that shirt and his realization caused another sexy chuckle from his twin to slide down his spine.
Pulling back Bill watched as Tom’s eyes slid over him and that smirk slid over his lips, softened by the smile in his eyes. His twin pulled back completely and Bill released a small whimper, sitting up as he watched him. When he moved to the door and locked it he lifted Bill’s bag up onto the bed and Bill shuddered, releasing a soft, helpless moan.
Tom’s eyes slid up over him and the smile was purely predatory before he leaned down to kiss Bill, heat sliding through their lips and making him whimper softly until Tom pulled back again. “May I have permission to use your treasure?” he asked, eyes serious as he waited.
Smiling Bill relaxed just a little, of course Tom would understand the importance of his glass toy and respect that, Tom always understood everything about him. “Yes,” he breathed softly, settling back comfortably on the bed, “everything I have is yours.. everything I am is yours.”
Shivering he watched an echoing shiver slide through Tom as his twin pulled back enough to unzip the bag, slowly and carefully pulling the glass cock from within and holding it up to the light, the two of them watching the way it shimmered. Another soft whimper slid from Bill.
Tom’s eyes moved back to his twin, “too many clothes Bill...” he breathed, watching as his twin eagerly sat up and pulled the baggy shirt off, tossing it to the side before pushing the boxer briefs he was wearing down and off, leaving him nude next to Tom. “Gods you’re beautiful...” Tom whispered, watching as, smiling. Bill tilted his head back, letting him look and soaking up the gaze.
Tom moved to pull out the lube and settled between his thighs hands helping to draw his knees up, “I think we can leave the shirt in the bag this time...” he said, smiling down at him and receiving a chuckle.
“Sounds like a plan, why would I need an old shirt when I have you?” Anything else he might have said was cut off as Tom’s lips found his again and he sighed against the kiss, shifting to slide his hand down his back and grab the hem of Tom’s shirt, wanting to pull it off.
Pulling back Tom shook his head, “not yet...” he whispered, lips moving to his neck, sliding down over his skin, “you’ve waited so long for this, I want you to enjoy it.”
Bill shivered and arched up to him, releasing a soft whimper as he nodded, “Tom..” he moaned softly, his brother’s hands sliding up his thighs and over his belly. He teased, slow and controlled just the way Bill always teased himself... but it was better, so much better because it was Tom touching him.
They were made for each other, two halves of the same whole, and his body lifted and gasped under Tom’s hands and lips, reacting to every touch as perfectly as Tom gave it. When Tom finally pulled back to look at him he was aching and harder than he’d ever been under his own hands, panting as he watched Tom. “Turn over,” Tom breathed huskily, releasing his own needy moan when Bill complied, head and shoulders resting against the pillow, back arched to display himself shamelessly and completely to his twin.
Hands sliding down over his twins ass Tom leaned in and pressed a kiss to the base of his spine, tongue and lips sliding down until he was breathing over the tight entrance, tongue flicking out to taste the most intimate of places. The twin under him shuddered and moaned low, hands gripping to his pillow as Tom continued to drive him insane, coaxing his tight body to relax under his skillful tongue.
When he finally pulled back Bill was trembling, focusing on his breathing while Tom was watching him and he didn’t realize his twin’s intent until he felt the cold unforgiving pressure of slick glass and he moaned wantonly, thighs spreading further for him.
“Fuck Bill... you’re so incredibly sexy...” Tom moaned, teasing with the toy before starting to slide it slowly into him.
Bill’s body yielded to and welcomed the artificial cock into his body, hips rocking lightly against it as Tom worked it into him better than he ever could have done himself. His twin seemed to know exactly how much he could take and never pushed him to his limit, kept him panting and gasping under him.
“Bill...” Tom breathed against his ear, the glass cock brushing against his prostate on every stroke, “I’m going to twist my hand and press right into your sweet spot, and then you’re going to cum for me.”
Bill moaned and arched his back more, having no doubt that what Tom said was true and when he pulled the glass cock almost completely from him he groaned and spread his legs further, relishing every inch as Tom thrust it back in as promised, right against his prostate so that Bill cried out and came to pieces under him.
When his mind returned he was panting with his legs trembling as they held him up, and he moaned helplessly when he felt the naked skin of his twin press against his back, not remembering Tom pulling back enough to remove his clothes. Beyond words he released soft needy little sounds as he was turned to his back and allowed to look up at the glorious form of his other half.
Hands sliding up he drew Tom’s lips down to his, the two moaning in unison as he wrapped his legs up around Tom’s waist. “Tom...” he whispered, rubbing up against him, “take me... please.”
Moaning some of Tom’s control slipped for a moment as he gripped to Bill’s hips and he shuddered as he lifted them up before taking a soft cleansing breath. “I love you Bill...” he whispered, his hips shifting to press slowly and deliberately into his twin’s body, both moaning as they joined together for the first time.
It was seamless, perfect and when Tom’s body was flush with his own Bill just held him there, looking up into his eyes as Tom stared down into his, “I love you too..” he whispered softly, drawing him down into a kiss and shifting his hips just a little, tightening his body around him.
Tom groaned low as Bill did and pulled back to thrust into him, “oh gods..” he panted at the sensation, Bill’s moan answering him. Tom felt so different from the glass cock he’d had touching him before, real, pulsing, and stretching him more than anything else ever had, ever could. It was more than he could have imagined.
The two halves had joined and they moved together with absolute perfection, every movement sparking more pleasure between them, building it until sweat glistened from their skin, and each breath came on a pant.
When completion finally swept over them it was simultaneousness, Tom stiffening above him just as Bill cried out and arched up to him. It was in a word, perfect, and Bill knew nothing would ever convince him to let this go, to give up what they’d found together.
They lay together after, arms wrapped around each other and nuzzling closer together, both unable to consider pulling back even an inch in that moment.
“How did you find out?” Bill asked softly, certain that Tom had known before he came to him with the ring that now rested on his finger.
“I was looking for something in your room and found the bag with my shirt and your treasure...” he breathed, pulling Bill closer still as his hands slid through his soft hair. “After that I watched you, to make sure I was right... and the obsession grew. I realized that no one else had ever... would ever... compare to you.”
Smiling Bill pressed in closer, “we’ll have to keep it quiet...” he breathed sadly, “no one would understand.”
Smiling softly Tom pulled him closer, “two people will... already do. Gustav and Georg uhm.. discovered me..” he breathed, flushing.
Bill chuckled and looked up at him, “forget to lock the door?” He received a nod and smiled, “so they know... know that you wanted to be with me?”
Tom nodded, “yes, and they accept it... They haven’t said anything because I promised not to tell anyone that I caught them fucking in the shower..” he grinned to Bill and waited for that information to sink in.
Delighted Bill pressed closer, “that’s wonderful, the band paired up, and we wont have to hide anything around them.”
Nodding Tom pulled him closer, “things will be good for us Bill... I won’t ever let anything come between us. You’re mine now... and I’m yours.”
Smiling Bill nodded as he looked up at him, the hand with the ring Tom had given him coming up to trace over his cheek as he whispered, “always.”
Title: Promise Ring
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing(s): Tom/Bill (mentioned Georg/Gustav)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own anything regarding Tokio Hotel and I do not claim any knowledge of these events to be true. Written here are simply musings of my mostly insane mind with the hope that other fans might enjoy them.
Warnings: Twincest, object insertion, explicit sex
Summary: When Tom buys a special ring Bill finds his heart is breaking... but will Christmas set everything right?
Recipient: Beren_writes
Author's notes: Beren is my favorite author on livejournal and I've always enjoyed her tokio hotel stories so I was very excited to get to write a fic for her this year. And since this is falling so close to her birthday it's doubling as a birthday fic (which is why it's so long! ^.^ 5629 words) Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas! I hope this is what you wanted! Oh.. and please forgive any grammar mistakes, my work schedule has been insane and I didn't have as much time to edit this as I would have liked! (( the ring: http://www.titaniumera.com/catalog/detail?cid=661&pid=2019
))
Promise Ring
Italy, one more beautiful country in a long list of beautiful countries that the boys of Tokio Hotel had visited this past year. Bill idly wondered if he'd spent enough time in a plane to make him a day or more behind people who kept both feet constantly on the ground, like how an astronaut traveling far enough would come back having aged less than the people he left behind.
Their hotel was nice, as always, a private pool sectioned off so they could relax without the fans watching and all four of the boys were laying out, soaking up the rays while they could. Bill's mind wasn't as distant as the other three though, it was focused on something much closer to them, or someone closer to be more precise.
Hidden behind his sunglasses his eyes were free to soak up what normally he would be careful not to linger on. Laying across the pool from him was the one person he was never allowed to have, the one he shouldn't want. Tom, his twin, his other half, the person who knew him more completely and honestly than anyone else. Bill knew that to others without their makeup and hairstyles they were identical but he always recognized the differences in the two of them. Tom was strong to his gentle, calm to his hyper, nonchalant to his constant stressing, the perfect balance to him, the only reason he stayed sane when things got crazy.
Bill wasn't sure when it had started, when just loving his twin as merely that wasn't enough, when he'd realized how deep and intense the feelings were. It didn't matter when, or even how it had come to be, the only fact that matter was that it had. Tom was the single most beautiful person he knew and Bill knew that nothing would ever change that. The girls he met would never compare and he didn't even bother to look at other guys, he knew it wouldn't be the same. No one's hands would ever be Tom's, no ones lips would ever be right.
Shifting a little on the pool chair he was lounging on he let his eyes take in all of the features that made up his twin, lingering over each so he could bring back this image later when he needed it. Tom's dreds were up, pulled off his neck to keep him cool and he was relaxing with his eyes close. Lips that were usually curved up in a soft smirk were just relaxed and soft, lip ring just resting there against the tempting flesh. His head tilted back just so, making his neck longer and more inviting and not for the first time Bill wondered what the skin there would taste like, if teasing the spot just below his ear with his teeth would make Tom squirm...
His eyes shifted lower, over the bare chest and toned stomach, down along the swim trunks and all the way down to the tips of his feet. The soft smile on Bill's lips couldn't be hidden and he felt his chest swell a little as he considered even if Tom was never his... even if he spent a lifetime watching him with someone else, Tom would never disappear from his life. He would never not be able to see that smile, the way his eyes would light when he was excited about a new song or when he was just quietly playing his guitar and lost in a new song.
Eyes traveling up his heart stopped a moment when he saw that Tom was looking back at him, a thoughtful expression in his eyes that he recognized and his heart jump started again with a heavy pounding in his chest. Half a second later he remembered to breathe as he realized he had his sunglasses on still. He tilted his head as if just noticing Tom staring and grinned to him, lifting his hand to wave just his first two fingers. Stretching up he yawned dramatically and stood, announcing his intent to go back to his room before he left the others there, unaware of the way Tom's thoughtful gaze continued to follow him.
The bed in his room wasn't the softest, but it didn't need to be today as he only wanted it for one thing. Making sure to lock the door so that no one could enter he moved to the less than perfectly soft bed and crawled up onto it, leaning over the opposite side to pull his bag up onto to the bed.
A happy little sigh escaped as Bill unzipped the bag and reached in to pull an old shirt out. It had been one of Tom's favorites for a long time before he'd 'lost' it and it forever smelled of his twin from the continuous wear. Bringing it up to his face he inhaled deeply and got lost in the scent for a long moment before he set it on his pillow and returned to the bag. Pulling out a bottle of lube he set it to the side and reached in for the final item.
The dildo was the prize of his collection, he'd found it on a random adult store visit and fallen in love with it. Glass, beautifully sculpted to mimic a real cock and almost the same size as he was, only a little smaller, and thus, only a little smaller than Tom would be. What really made it beautiful was suspended inside were little flecks of glitter and a little dragon whose green wings sparkled in the light that filtered through the glass figure.
Bill's fingers slid over the smooth, unforgiving surface and he felt a shiver slide down his spine and straight through to the tip of his already half hard cock. Having a secret love meant that you had to learn control over your body if you didn't want to constantly give yourself away and he was usually very good at remaining soft so long as anyone was nearby. However, the moment he was alone and that door was locked Bill's hormones would get the best of him and it never took long to get into the mood for this.
Setting his sunglasses to the side he hooked his fingers in his swim trunks and pushed them down over his hips to drop to the side, settling back with a low hum of approval for being allowed the luxury of stretching out nude on top of the covers. Smiling to himself he pulled Tom's shirt up to drape over his neck and chest, the lingering scent of the shirt able to aid in stirring his senses so that when his fingers closed around his glass treasure he felt his pulse quicken in anticipation.
Chances to relax without worrying about being interrupted were few and far between so Bill relished this opportunity for the precious gift it was, intending to draw it out as long as possible. The cold glass felt wonderful against his slightly heated skin and he drew the tip of it down over his chest, teasing around each nipple until they puckered up enough to let the manicured fingers of his free hand pinch and tease them more.
Continuing slowly down his body he lingered over each sensitive spot as he found it, eyes closed so that he could picture Tom's hands or lips moving where his own traveled. As wrapped up in this as he was he could almost feel Tom's hands guiding his movement as he bent his knees to draw them up, fingers and glass moving over the inside of his thighs and causing his breath to hitch just softly.
When he felt a warm dribble of precum slide down the length of his cock he knew he'd teased enough and trembling fingers reached out next to him to close around the bottle of lube. He didn't touch himself with fingers, the only thing that touched there would be the glass cock and the only exception his mind would except was if Tom was touching or placing something there, instead he dribbled the lube directly onto the smooth surface and smeared it out over the length of it, shivering and releasing just the smallest little whimper.
With both knees drawn up and slender thighs spread wide he reached down to let just the head of the glass cock press against his entrance. There were days when his desperation led him to just thrust the hard object inside but with time to spare he tease and just twisted his wrist, smearing the lube over but not pressing in.
The hint and promise of penetration had him squirming lightly on the bed, soft pants falling from his lips and when he finally gently pressed in he released a low moan. Centimeters to start were followed so slowly with inch by glorious inch of the unyielding and unforgiving artificial cock.
When his hand finally pressed flush to the flesh of his ass he had to stop, stilling as he let his body adjust to the intrusion, welcome it. His own cock lay swollen and red against his belly, dripping precum still and craving attention that he wouldn't give it. Shifting he moaned as he felt the glass move inside him and his hand slowly pulled the glass cock nearly all the way from his body before sliding it smoothly back in, hand angling to brush right over his sensitive bundle of nerves.
From there it was a fight not to let his cries get too loud, he knew his body so well, knew exactly how much it could take and he pushed himself right to the limit today, using long smooth thrusts of the cock that brushed his prostate on every pass. His limbs trembled with the effort of keeping this slow, of drawing it out and letting it build and moisture leaked from the corners of his eyes as he grew right to the point of unbearable, of too much.
It was then, and only then, that he let his free hand slide up and wrap around his abandoned cock, stroking just once and sliding his thumb up over the sensitive head. The was all it took before he was arching back on a soft, drawn out cry as his world gently shattered. Wave after wave of sensation ran over him, strips of white liquid coating his stomach until his trembling limbs could take no more and he lay shivering and spent on his hotel bed. He basked in the feeling, mind completely free of anything but the still lingering scent of Tom from his brother's shirt and heart content for now.
Unsure of how long he lay there Bill finally stirred and pulled the glass cock from his body, whimpering just softly at the loss. Standing on shaky legs he moved to the bathroom, sanding with cum drying on his belly as he first took care of washing the dildo and drying it with loving care. When he was satisfied with that he turned the shower on and stepped under the water, letting it rinse away the evidence of his forbidden desires.
Washing after this was almost as important as the act itself, taking care to wash away every last drop of cum allowed him time to collect his mind and move back into the mode he was supposed to be in, singer, brother, good friend. It kept him from lingering over the one thing he shouldn't be, the longing, lovestruck twin... Still, he could feel the after effects of his glass treasure and he knew the sensation would linger, tiding him over till the next time he could escape to this.
Bill finished up in the shower by washing his hair and stepped out to dry and dress. The glass dildo was put back in his bag with the same care it had been removed and then the lube and Tom's carefully folded shirt joined them.
Having unlocked the door he was finishing doing his hair when Tom entered the room, greeting him with a smile and moving to stand in the doorway of the bathroom to watch him finish. “Tired of the pool?” Bill asked, smiling to him as he glanced at him through the mirror.
Tom smiled and shrugged a little, baggy shirt lifting and settling as Tom had dressed before he'd come over. “Yeah, I remembered you mentioning wanting to do some shopping while we're here, and I'm bored so I figured we could go.”
Eyes lighting Bill felt his chest swell against his consent as he nodded, leaning forward as he finished straightening his hair. “Sounds good,” he said with a big smile as Tom didn't volunteer to shop with him often.
The two of them had a difficult time blending in no matter where they went anymore, they were far too recognizable and being as tall as they were didn't help matter's any. Still, with a couple body guards following and disguises in place they managed alright.
The shopping was lazy, picking up gifts for their mother and Andreas occasionally but otherwise just browsing until Bill's eyes spotted a jewelery store. Looking over to Tom he saw the resigned expression already and just grinned, tugging him over and into the store, immediately getting distracted by first one shinny object and then another.
Following along behind with his hands in his pockets Tom stayed quiet, just looking around mostly idly before he caught notice of something and moved to it, drawn as if by some magnetic force. Turning Bill watched him, surprised as usually Tom didn't like these more traditional jewelery stores at all and he stepped over to him to see what he was looking at.
The ring was lovely, simple, a band of silver titanium that a had a line diagonal down the front. The top half of that was darker and etched out a little with a white diamond set in it while the bottom was smooth, even with the rest of the ring and held a black diamond, giving the ring a yin and yang effect. Bill liked it immediately and glancing up at Tom he could tell his twin certainly did too. “Are you going to buy it?” Bill asked, watching the strange expression on Tom's face.
Glancing up at him Tom searched Bill's face for just a moment before he looked to the ring and nodded, “yes, it will make a perfect gift someday.”
Smiling a little Bill tilted his head, “when and for who?”
Tom grinned a little to him and shook his head, “for that one special person you seem to think is out there...” he nodded to the ring, “I'll hold on to it until I can give it to them.”
Bill felt a sinking feeling in his chest, it was manageable to watch Tom with people who didn't matter, girls that wouldn't last... but the thought of him with someone else forever? He felt almost claustrophobic thinking about it, like there suddenly wasn't enough air in the room.
Forcing himself to breathe he smiled to Tom, teasing him, “ha, I knew there was a romantic hiding in there somewhere.”
Grinning to him Tom stuck out his tongue at him, so reminiscent of their younger years that Bill grinned back at him.
The sinking feeling returned though as he watched Tom actually buy the ring, getting a box for it and carefully placing it in his pocket. Well... it wasn't like he had someone to run off and give it to right then... Bill would have to use this as a good thing rather than a bad one. as long as Tom kept that ring he would know that he hadn't lost him yet.
It was that mindset that kept Bill going in the months to come, so much so that he'd almost forgotten was he was so scared the first time he'd heard him declare his intentions for the ring. Occasionally, if he found himself feeling worried he would simply check where he knew Tom kept the ring just to be sure it was still there and so the little box holding it came to be more of a comforting thing than a omen of his future heartache.
When the world turned white Tokio Hotel found themselves traveling more, doing a couple Christmas concerts, singing for their fans and getting caught up in the frenzy of the season. With half a week to go till Christmas and finally at home Bill found himself dropping down to check in Tom's bag once more for the ring, and that's when the first icy tendrils of panic set in on him. It wasn't there... The little black box with Tom's future inside wasn't there... Forcing himself to keep breathing he looked again, and then checked a couple other locations, hoping perhaps Tom had simply moved it, but it wasn't too be found.
Bill's world narrowed in that instant to just that moment in time and, thankful to be at home, he moved up into his room to settled heavily on his bed. Staring blankly at the wall he swallowed hard and lifted a hand to press against his chest, as if somehow the physical pressure would make the ache subside. He'd known this day would come eventually, Tom was twin, his blood, he wasn't allowed to love him and as such he never had him to begin with. You couldn't lose something you never had right?
Eyes closing against the pain he took in a shuddering breath, unable to stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks. It was just so real this way... he might never have had Tom but that didn't mean it didn't feel as if he were losing him now. If Tom was in love with someone else even his fantasies would be a violation of that, he wouldn't be the most important person in his twin's life... some one else would take that role.
Unable to remember moving he found himself curled up on his side, tears dry on his cheeks and chest feeling... empty... It hurt so much and he knew it was really only the beginning, that watching the one he loved with every fiber of his being loving someone else would tear his breaking heart to shreds.
That night Bill cried himself to sleep, claiming a headache to keep anyone in his family from bothering him. In the days that followed Bill was quiet. It was rare of course, but not unheard of for him to have a few days like this, especially when they'd been touring as much as they had so no one questioned it.
Tom, of course, was wonderful through those couple of days, giving him wonderful neck massages any time Bill looked uncomfortable, being the dream brother and helping his twin in his downtime. For Bill though, seeing him like this and knowing it was all he'd ever have just drove those shots of pain in a little deeper.
That year, Christmas Eve was the most solemn it had ever been for Bill and he moved up to head into his room early, only able to smile and fake the Christmas cheer for a short period of time.
Settled cross-legged on his bed in just one of Tom's old t-shirts and a pair of socks he had a scrap book settled across his lap, carefully going through the pages of Tom and his childhood. He was trying to distract himself, lose himself in happy memories when he heard a knock at his door and looked up to see Tom enter with a slightly uncertain look on his face, nervous maybe?
Bill swallowed, was he coming to tell him who the girl was who'd be getting the ring? Could he handle it yet? Giving Tom a small smile he scooted up to give him room to sit on the end of the bed, setting the album aside, “is something up?” he asked, watching him.
Smiling Tom tilted his head a little and ignored the question for a moment, reaching out to finger the shirt Bill was wearing, “I can't believe you're still wearing my old shirts to bed..”
Cheeks tinting just lightly Bill smiled, “yes well, yours are more comfortable.” It was an old conversation, repeated many times and his answer earned him a soft chuckle from Tom before his brother reached into his pocket, fingering something there. Bill glanced down it and then back up to Tom, waiting for his original question to be answered.
“I just wanted to give you your Christmas present,” he confessed after a moment, pulling a colorfully wrapped little box from his pocket. Tom's fingers fiddled with it a moment before he reached over to place it in Bill’s hand. “Go ahead... open it..” he breathed, watching him carefully.
Looking to the present Bill wet his lip, manicured fingers coming up to gently break the tape, slowly pulling the wrapping off to reveal the little black box underneath. Heart starting to hammer in his chest he glanced up to Tom to try and read his expression before he swallowed and opened the box. And there it was, the ring that he'd watched Tom pick out all those months ago, the ring that was the reason he'd been so miserable the last few days. “Tom I..” he started before he stopped himself. Maybe Tom hadn't meant what he'd said in the store? It might have just been a ruse to convince Bill the gift wasn't meant for him.
“I had it inscribed,” Tom said, still watching him with the same almost nervous expression.
Without looking up at him again Bill pulled the ring from the case and set the box aside, lifting it to inspect. There, along the inside of the ring, was a single word. Always. “Tom..” he breathed again, heart rate completely erratic as he looked up at him, unable to hide the hint of hope lighting his eyes.
The look was all that Tom needed though and his twin smiled before shifting up onto his knees and leaning forward. His hands moved to rest on either side of Bill and he tilted his head up until his lips were just a breath away from Bill's. The older twin smiled softly as he listened to Bill's breath hitch before tilting his head a little more. “You’re the one,” he whispered out over his lips before letting his head tilt that final bit, lips brushing over Bill's for the first time.
‘Oh..’ Bill’s heart sighed out as those lips touched his and his tilted his head up to meet the kiss, hand lifting slowly up to slide over Tom’s neck and draw him into the kiss. It was slow, sweet, and absolutely perfect. When they drew away from each other it was with mutual sighs of contentment and Bill looked up at him with a disbelieving, happy smile. “Am I dreaming?”
Tom chuckled in his soft husky voice and shook his head, brushing another soft kiss over his lips, “no,” he assured him, “this is very real.” Pulling back from him he reached for Bill’s hand and took the ring from where it was resting in his palm and slid it over his finger. “It wont be easy Bill,” he breathed, the protective brotherly tone coming through a little, “most people wont understand, they’ll think this is wrong.”
Releasing a shaky breath he nodded, “I understand...” he murmured, “but it doesn’t matter, they don’t have to understand us. You’re the other part of me Tom, I can’t live without you... I wouldn’t survive very long.”
Smiling at the romantic notion Tom nodded and pressed a kiss to his temple, “I know,” he whispered, “it’s always been that way, you and me..” he pressed kisses down over his cheek, across his lips and back up the other side of his face.
Shivering Bill tilted his face to him, eyes sliding closed as he soaked up the feeling. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he whispered out, hand lifting so his fingers could stroke over Tom’s cheek and down his long neck.
That husky chuckle he liked so much reached his ears as Tom dipped his head and pressed his lips to the soft skin of his neck, moving up slowly to pull the lobe of his ear into his mouth, sucking softly. “I would say... since before that favorite shirt of mine disappeared,” he breathed, causing Bill to flush.
“Oh..” Bill whispered, tilting his head to encourage more of the light teasing. “Oh....” he breathed again, remembering what else was in the bag with that shirt and his realization caused another sexy chuckle from his twin to slide down his spine.
Pulling back Bill watched as Tom’s eyes slid over him and that smirk slid over his lips, softened by the smile in his eyes. His twin pulled back completely and Bill released a small whimper, sitting up as he watched him. When he moved to the door and locked it he lifted Bill’s bag up onto the bed and Bill shuddered, releasing a soft, helpless moan.
Tom’s eyes slid up over him and the smile was purely predatory before he leaned down to kiss Bill, heat sliding through their lips and making him whimper softly until Tom pulled back again. “May I have permission to use your treasure?” he asked, eyes serious as he waited.
Smiling Bill relaxed just a little, of course Tom would understand the importance of his glass toy and respect that, Tom always understood everything about him. “Yes,” he breathed softly, settling back comfortably on the bed, “everything I have is yours.. everything I am is yours.”
Shivering he watched an echoing shiver slide through Tom as his twin pulled back enough to unzip the bag, slowly and carefully pulling the glass cock from within and holding it up to the light, the two of them watching the way it shimmered. Another soft whimper slid from Bill.
Tom’s eyes moved back to his twin, “too many clothes Bill...” he breathed, watching as his twin eagerly sat up and pulled the baggy shirt off, tossing it to the side before pushing the boxer briefs he was wearing down and off, leaving him nude next to Tom. “Gods you’re beautiful...” Tom whispered, watching as, smiling. Bill tilted his head back, letting him look and soaking up the gaze.
Tom moved to pull out the lube and settled between his thighs hands helping to draw his knees up, “I think we can leave the shirt in the bag this time...” he said, smiling down at him and receiving a chuckle.
“Sounds like a plan, why would I need an old shirt when I have you?” Anything else he might have said was cut off as Tom’s lips found his again and he sighed against the kiss, shifting to slide his hand down his back and grab the hem of Tom’s shirt, wanting to pull it off.
Pulling back Tom shook his head, “not yet...” he whispered, lips moving to his neck, sliding down over his skin, “you’ve waited so long for this, I want you to enjoy it.”
Bill shivered and arched up to him, releasing a soft whimper as he nodded, “Tom..” he moaned softly, his brother’s hands sliding up his thighs and over his belly. He teased, slow and controlled just the way Bill always teased himself... but it was better, so much better because it was Tom touching him.
They were made for each other, two halves of the same whole, and his body lifted and gasped under Tom’s hands and lips, reacting to every touch as perfectly as Tom gave it. When Tom finally pulled back to look at him he was aching and harder than he’d ever been under his own hands, panting as he watched Tom. “Turn over,” Tom breathed huskily, releasing his own needy moan when Bill complied, head and shoulders resting against the pillow, back arched to display himself shamelessly and completely to his twin.
Hands sliding down over his twins ass Tom leaned in and pressed a kiss to the base of his spine, tongue and lips sliding down until he was breathing over the tight entrance, tongue flicking out to taste the most intimate of places. The twin under him shuddered and moaned low, hands gripping to his pillow as Tom continued to drive him insane, coaxing his tight body to relax under his skillful tongue.
When he finally pulled back Bill was trembling, focusing on his breathing while Tom was watching him and he didn’t realize his twin’s intent until he felt the cold unforgiving pressure of slick glass and he moaned wantonly, thighs spreading further for him.
“Fuck Bill... you’re so incredibly sexy...” Tom moaned, teasing with the toy before starting to slide it slowly into him.
Bill’s body yielded to and welcomed the artificial cock into his body, hips rocking lightly against it as Tom worked it into him better than he ever could have done himself. His twin seemed to know exactly how much he could take and never pushed him to his limit, kept him panting and gasping under him.
“Bill...” Tom breathed against his ear, the glass cock brushing against his prostate on every stroke, “I’m going to twist my hand and press right into your sweet spot, and then you’re going to cum for me.”
Bill moaned and arched his back more, having no doubt that what Tom said was true and when he pulled the glass cock almost completely from him he groaned and spread his legs further, relishing every inch as Tom thrust it back in as promised, right against his prostate so that Bill cried out and came to pieces under him.
When his mind returned he was panting with his legs trembling as they held him up, and he moaned helplessly when he felt the naked skin of his twin press against his back, not remembering Tom pulling back enough to remove his clothes. Beyond words he released soft needy little sounds as he was turned to his back and allowed to look up at the glorious form of his other half.
Hands sliding up he drew Tom’s lips down to his, the two moaning in unison as he wrapped his legs up around Tom’s waist. “Tom...” he whispered, rubbing up against him, “take me... please.”
Moaning some of Tom’s control slipped for a moment as he gripped to Bill’s hips and he shuddered as he lifted them up before taking a soft cleansing breath. “I love you Bill...” he whispered, his hips shifting to press slowly and deliberately into his twin’s body, both moaning as they joined together for the first time.
It was seamless, perfect and when Tom’s body was flush with his own Bill just held him there, looking up into his eyes as Tom stared down into his, “I love you too..” he whispered softly, drawing him down into a kiss and shifting his hips just a little, tightening his body around him.
Tom groaned low as Bill did and pulled back to thrust into him, “oh gods..” he panted at the sensation, Bill’s moan answering him. Tom felt so different from the glass cock he’d had touching him before, real, pulsing, and stretching him more than anything else ever had, ever could. It was more than he could have imagined.
The two halves had joined and they moved together with absolute perfection, every movement sparking more pleasure between them, building it until sweat glistened from their skin, and each breath came on a pant.
When completion finally swept over them it was simultaneousness, Tom stiffening above him just as Bill cried out and arched up to him. It was in a word, perfect, and Bill knew nothing would ever convince him to let this go, to give up what they’d found together.
They lay together after, arms wrapped around each other and nuzzling closer together, both unable to consider pulling back even an inch in that moment.
“How did you find out?” Bill asked softly, certain that Tom had known before he came to him with the ring that now rested on his finger.
“I was looking for something in your room and found the bag with my shirt and your treasure...” he breathed, pulling Bill closer still as his hands slid through his soft hair. “After that I watched you, to make sure I was right... and the obsession grew. I realized that no one else had ever... would ever... compare to you.”
Smiling Bill pressed in closer, “we’ll have to keep it quiet...” he breathed sadly, “no one would understand.”
Smiling softly Tom pulled him closer, “two people will... already do. Gustav and Georg uhm.. discovered me..” he breathed, flushing.
Bill chuckled and looked up at him, “forget to lock the door?” He received a nod and smiled, “so they know... know that you wanted to be with me?”
Tom nodded, “yes, and they accept it... They haven’t said anything because I promised not to tell anyone that I caught them fucking in the shower..” he grinned to Bill and waited for that information to sink in.
Delighted Bill pressed closer, “that’s wonderful, the band paired up, and we wont have to hide anything around them.”
Nodding Tom pulled him closer, “things will be good for us Bill... I won’t ever let anything come between us. You’re mine now... and I’m yours.”
Smiling Bill nodded as he looked up at him, the hand with the ring Tom had given him coming up to trace over his cheek as he whispered, “always.”