MMOM 3 - Body Shots (Tokio Hotel, Bil/Tom/Georg (implied))
Title: MMOM 3 - Body Shots
Author: maiwen05
Fandom: Tokio Hotel RPS
Pairing: Bill/Tom/Georg (implied)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Warnings: Twincest.
Summary: The first to fall asleep gets it.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to gajastar for the beta. :)
Word Count: 872
Bill’s eyes had been drooping for almost an hour now. Any other night he would have been able to force himself to stay awake, but the booze was flowing tonight and it was making him all the more sleepy as it coursed through him. He had tried to turn the drinks down, but his friends insisted he have “just one more” and teased him about being a real man when he didn’t take the glass right away. They said he was a girl if he didn’t drink it, and Bill hated being called a girl more than anything. So, he drank, and drank, and drank until he simply fell over on the floor, completely passed out.
“Told you he’d be the first to fall asleep.”
“You didn’t play fair, though.”
“Who cares? I got the job done, didn’t I? Besides, you had a hand in it, too. You egged him on just as much.”
“I did not. All I did was pour the drinks after he asked for them when you wouldn’t stop teasing him.”
“You could have stopped him, if you really wanted to, but you didn’t, did you? You wanted him out as much as the rest of it.”
“I didn’t want him out, I was just going along with the game.”
“Whatever. Let’s just do this already before he wakes up again.”
“He won’t wake up. You know once Bill’s asleep, he’s out for the rest of the night.”
“Good. He won’t feel a thing then, will he? Let’s go.”
Bill rolled over on his back, stretching his limbs as he began to wake up. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, streaking his fingers black with the make up he forgot to remove the night before. He went to wipe his hands on his pants but found that he wasn’t wearing any.
Not thinking anything of it, Bill swung his legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand up. He pushed himself up, the room swimming rapidly around him. He took a minute to regain his balance then headed to the bathroom, using the wall to keep himself steady.
Bill flipped the switch just inside of the door, bathing the room in bright light. He shielded his eyes, squinting as much as he could as he stumbled over to the counter. Blinking quickly, Bill’s vision finally adjusted enough for him to be able to see, but after one look, he wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore.
“What the hell did I do last night?” Bill asked the mess that stared back at him from the mirror.
His hair was sticking up everywhere - and not on purpose - his make up was smeared all over his face, his eyes were red, and his lips were dry and chapped. Pulling his focus away from his face - the horrid site that it was - Bill examined the rest of his body. There were faint red marks just under his jaw, on his arms and wrists, darker red bruise-like spots on his neck and shoulders, and there were dried streaks of something white all over his chest and stomach.
“What the hell happened to me?”
“You fell asleep.”
Bill jumped at the unexpected answer. He turned to find Tom standing in the doorway.
“What?” Bill asked.
“You fell asleep,” Tom repeated, stepping inside of the bathroom. “I didn’t think you’d remember.”
“Remember what?”
Tom leaned back against the counter next to Bill, crossing his arms over his chest. “We played the game last night, Bill. You were the first to fall asleep, and you know the rules.”
Bill ran a hand through his ratted hair and down over his face, bringing the other up to meet it. “Why didn’t you keep me awake, Tom?”
“I tried to, but you kept drinking. You know the more alcohol you have, the sleepier you get.”
“Then you should have stopped me from drinking so much,” Bill said, dropping his hands and looking back at his reflection.
“You know the rules,” Tom said again. “Besides, it’s just for fun, and no one’s going to talk about what happened.” He reached out and stroked Bill’s arm.
“I know, but why is it always me?” Bill touched one of the streaks on his stomach, picking at it with his nail.
“It’s not always you,” Tom replied. “We’ve all gotten it. You just get it more.” He slid his hand across Bill’s stomach, pulling his brother snug to his side.
“So which one is yours?” Bill asked, laying his head on Tom’s shoulder and still playing in the dried trails on his skin.
“Oh, you can’t see mine,” Tom said, resting his head against Bill’s.
“What do you mean?”
Tom lifted his head, raising Bill’s as well with a hand gently holding his jaw, covering up the red marks Bill had found there perfectly. “I came in last, and you were starting to wake up, so I…” He ran his thumb over Bill’s lips, tugging them open and pushing his finger inside. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the ball nestled in the middle of Bill’s tongue. “You can’t see it,” Tom said, his voice much deeper this time, “but I bet you can taste it.”
Author: maiwen05
Fandom: Tokio Hotel RPS
Pairing: Bill/Tom/Georg (implied)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Warnings: Twincest.
Summary: The first to fall asleep gets it.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to gajastar for the beta. :)
Word Count: 872
Bill’s eyes had been drooping for almost an hour now. Any other night he would have been able to force himself to stay awake, but the booze was flowing tonight and it was making him all the more sleepy as it coursed through him. He had tried to turn the drinks down, but his friends insisted he have “just one more” and teased him about being a real man when he didn’t take the glass right away. They said he was a girl if he didn’t drink it, and Bill hated being called a girl more than anything. So, he drank, and drank, and drank until he simply fell over on the floor, completely passed out.
“Told you he’d be the first to fall asleep.”
“You didn’t play fair, though.”
“Who cares? I got the job done, didn’t I? Besides, you had a hand in it, too. You egged him on just as much.”
“I did not. All I did was pour the drinks after he asked for them when you wouldn’t stop teasing him.”
“You could have stopped him, if you really wanted to, but you didn’t, did you? You wanted him out as much as the rest of it.”
“I didn’t want him out, I was just going along with the game.”
“Whatever. Let’s just do this already before he wakes up again.”
“He won’t wake up. You know once Bill’s asleep, he’s out for the rest of the night.”
“Good. He won’t feel a thing then, will he? Let’s go.”
Bill rolled over on his back, stretching his limbs as he began to wake up. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, streaking his fingers black with the make up he forgot to remove the night before. He went to wipe his hands on his pants but found that he wasn’t wearing any.
Not thinking anything of it, Bill swung his legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand up. He pushed himself up, the room swimming rapidly around him. He took a minute to regain his balance then headed to the bathroom, using the wall to keep himself steady.
Bill flipped the switch just inside of the door, bathing the room in bright light. He shielded his eyes, squinting as much as he could as he stumbled over to the counter. Blinking quickly, Bill’s vision finally adjusted enough for him to be able to see, but after one look, he wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore.
“What the hell did I do last night?” Bill asked the mess that stared back at him from the mirror.
His hair was sticking up everywhere - and not on purpose - his make up was smeared all over his face, his eyes were red, and his lips were dry and chapped. Pulling his focus away from his face - the horrid site that it was - Bill examined the rest of his body. There were faint red marks just under his jaw, on his arms and wrists, darker red bruise-like spots on his neck and shoulders, and there were dried streaks of something white all over his chest and stomach.
“What the hell happened to me?”
“You fell asleep.”
Bill jumped at the unexpected answer. He turned to find Tom standing in the doorway.
“What?” Bill asked.
“You fell asleep,” Tom repeated, stepping inside of the bathroom. “I didn’t think you’d remember.”
“Remember what?”
Tom leaned back against the counter next to Bill, crossing his arms over his chest. “We played the game last night, Bill. You were the first to fall asleep, and you know the rules.”
Bill ran a hand through his ratted hair and down over his face, bringing the other up to meet it. “Why didn’t you keep me awake, Tom?”
“I tried to, but you kept drinking. You know the more alcohol you have, the sleepier you get.”
“Then you should have stopped me from drinking so much,” Bill said, dropping his hands and looking back at his reflection.
“You know the rules,” Tom said again. “Besides, it’s just for fun, and no one’s going to talk about what happened.” He reached out and stroked Bill’s arm.
“I know, but why is it always me?” Bill touched one of the streaks on his stomach, picking at it with his nail.
“It’s not always you,” Tom replied. “We’ve all gotten it. You just get it more.” He slid his hand across Bill’s stomach, pulling his brother snug to his side.
“So which one is yours?” Bill asked, laying his head on Tom’s shoulder and still playing in the dried trails on his skin.
“Oh, you can’t see mine,” Tom said, resting his head against Bill’s.
“What do you mean?”
Tom lifted his head, raising Bill’s as well with a hand gently holding his jaw, covering up the red marks Bill had found there perfectly. “I came in last, and you were starting to wake up, so I…” He ran his thumb over Bill’s lips, tugging them open and pushing his finger inside. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the ball nestled in the middle of Bill’s tongue. “You can’t see it,” Tom said, his voice much deeper this time, “but I bet you can taste it.”