Suicide, Maybe? 15/15
I feel my body being shaken, blinking open my eyes, I glare up at Tom’s face above me. He has a worried look on his face which doesn’t seem right by the soreness that I feel in my body. Stretching my body, I certainly feel the twinges in my legs and arms as I’m sure Tom is feeling it in other parts.
“Wha?” I mutter as I bury my head back into my pillow where I also smell Tom’s musk from our previous activities.
“Your phone has been ringing for the past 30 minutes.” He tells me quietly as he shakes me once more before I feel him plop back down onto the bed beside me. Tom’s body seems to just radiate heat and I hate to admit it but he isn’t a bad bed partner either.
A faint noise is suddenly coming through my closed bedroom door.
“Damnit” I mutter quietly before I heft myself up and out from the warm cocoon of Tom’s body heat and the comforter. Not bothering with clothes, I open the door and walk into the living room where I see the phone continue to ring. Just as the answer machine picks up, it stops. Then it starts ringing again as soon as the machine turns off.
Quirking an eyebrow, I pick up the phone.
“What?” I say into it, not bothering with niceties as it’s apparent that the person on the other end isn’t.
“Finally Mr. Kaulitz!” A familiar voice shouts over the phone in clear annoyance.
“What do you want Ms. Anderson?” I ground out as I clinch my hand around the plastic casing of the phone. This woman is the most infuriating person I have ever had to work with; including that one horrible month at a local fast food restaurant.
“I have been trying to get a hold of you the better part of two solid days!” She exclaims and I hear raised voices in the background which doesn’t sit well with me as I’ve heard nothing but silence on her end.
“I have been to see family for Thanksgiving, I don’t generally do work on those days.” I tell her tersely - we both know that is not really true.
“I see. Well you have created a cluster fuck! You gave me a list of people that pretty much includes an entire department worth.” She tells me in her usual no nonsense voice but I can detect an underlying tone of hysteria.
“Well then that entire department has been downloading things they shouldn’t be.” I tell her with a shrug as I try and cut off a yawn that’s threatening to come out, it doesn’t work as I hear Tom moving around behind me.
“B-But, Mr. Kaulitz! This can not be accurate!” She exclaims in horror as I hear paper moving around on the other end of the line.
I roll my eyes and then suddenly jump at the feel of Tom’s arms wrapping around my chest, pulling my against his equally bare chest although it feels like he put on boxers.
“Ma’am, I gave you everything I gathered based off of the information you gave me. How can my information be inaccurate if you supplied me with the initial information.” I tell her quite annoyed by being questioned on the accuracy of my work. I have never had anyone question me in such a manner.
“Then you will need to come down here yourself and see for yourself that something must be wrong!” She tells me in a firm voice, as if she was planning on this the entire time…she probably was if I know Ms. Anderson.
“Excuse me!” I exclaim, I have never made a personal call to any of my clients. That is why I do contract work like this as they have to supply me with the information.
“Yes, that is the only way to clear this mess up. I expect to see you here tomorrow morning.” She tells me with a smirk very clearly heard over the phone before she hangs up and before I can argue against this decision.
I slam the phone down with a growl and smirk when I see cracks start to appear all over the phone.
“Bill…what just happened?” Tom asks me quietly in my ear, still firmly holding me against his warm chest.
All I can do is let out a deep sigh because I know there isn’t anyway out of this situation, “I just got duped.” I mutter as I pull myself out of Tom’s embrace before turning around and kissing him firmly on the mouth, but not pushing for anything more.
“Ahhs, so that was why you were growling and yelling into the phone?” he asks me with an amused smirk on his face as he puts his hands \on the spots on my hips from earlier.
I don’t say anything about the bruises, as it actually doesn’t hurt that much as it’s more like a reminder of what happened.
“Yea, I have to go out to see a client tomorrow.” I tell him annoyance clear in my voice as I walk away from him and into the kitchen to check on Kashmir’s food and water dishes.
“I see.” Tom says softly, it carries in my apartment especially with Georg finally gone.
“Yeap and what will you be doing?” I ask with my back still turned to him as I pour fresh water into Kashmir’s bowl.
“I…I dunno. Probably looking for a place to stay.” Tom says in a voice that’s still quiet and now I can hear what sounds like tears starting to build up.
Not thinking, I just whirl around to see the most despondent look on Tom’s face. It looks as if he has lost everything and is left adrift…I can fully commiserate.
“Why?” I ask completely shocked at this sudden turn of events and this brings home exactly how Tom showed up on my door step not long ago before our pleasurable detour.
“Oh um….” He utters, keeping his eyes downturned to the suddenly very interesting floor.
“Tom! What is going on?” I exclaim starting to think the worst of the situation such as something horrible happening with his family…maybe he got kicked out of school…or maybe he is moving and needs to find a new place in a new town.
“Um…my father, he-he kicked me out.” Tom mutters stopping and stuttering enough that I can tell he hasn’t fully accepted it.
‘That asshole!’ I think to myself as I keep my eyes trained on Tom’s form. His body language gives me everything that I need to know about what he feels. Defeated.
“You don’t need to find a place, Tom.” I tell him softly as I walk as softly towards him as I can, feeling as if I should treat him like a wounded animal. I don’t want to scare him off before I can help him which I know I need to do. I know he needs me and that I need to do this.
“What! Of course I do Bill! My own father just kicked me out of my childhood home and I have no where to go!” He exclaims with wide eyes and an obvious look that tells me I am a moron.
All I can do is shake my head at his near-sightedness. I know I am a stand-offish bastard but I would never willingly leave someone out in the cold that clearly needs help. I have been thrown out into the world with no support or help of any kind and I know how scary it is to be floundering around for something, someone that won’t be there.
Once I finally close the distance between my naked body and his boxer clad form, I wrap my arms around his shaking body. I truly have no idea what I can do to make him feel better that I haven’t already done. Pleasure only does so much, even I know that and Tom needs more.
“Tom” I whisper to him, trying to get him to focus on me and not on whatever mental demons are probably haunting him now.
“Hmm” He mutters to me, not moving to return the gesture.
“You are staying here with me. I do have an unused guest room available. Sure, I might have to fumigate it first to get Georg’s smell out but it is yours.” I tell him, smirking at the mention of Georg and I can feel him starting to relax in my hold briefly before tensing up again.
“What about rent? The bills?” Tom says in worry as he starts pulling away from my hold but before he moves away from me, he grabs my hand and pulls me with him to sit on the couch.
This living room has gotten more use since Tom came into my life than the entire time I have been living here. It could in partially be that Georg stayed with me for about two months.
Biting my lip for a moment before I resituate myself so I am sitting side-ways on the couch and facing Tom, “How about this, you take care of the grocery shopping and anything extra that you want. I have everything else that I am already paying for.” I tell him seriously because realistically, there really isn’t anything else Tom will need to pay for. My bills already include the cable, internet, landline and pager, along with the water and electricity.
His brows furrow in thought before shaking his head in the negative, “That’s not fair to you though. The water and electricity will go up with another person here.”
All I can do is smile softly at him, even though he has to scramble to find some footing in this world; he is still concerned about those around him. “Tom, don’t worry about that! I can afford to, you need to worry about yourself.”
I reach a hand out and smooth out his furrow lines on his forehead before leaning in to kiss him. If I watch him nibble at his damn lip piercing anymore my own lips might start to bleed in sympathy.
“We’ll see.” Is all he says as he takes me in his arms and holds me close to his still warm body, kissing me on the top of my hair. I just roll my eyes at him; there isn’t anything to see about.
After a period of silence descends and passes between us, I move in his arms to where I can see his face better. For some reason just looking at him is oddly interesting and brings some kind of comfort to my mind. Maybe that’s why he is always staring at me.
“Why?” I ask him simply wanting to see if he is willing to answer or if he will ignore it and continue with the silence.
Tom lets out a deep sigh before running a rough hand up and down my bare back.
“When Gustav and I arrived home, after I dropped you off at home, Dad was in a mood. He had obviously been drinking but this kind of drinking was on a level I haven’t seen in a really long time.”
“After he called me an irresponsible, self-centered bum who refuses to work as I think I’m better then everyone else. Gustav ended up literally pushing me out of the house as Dad kept trying to come after me with a bottle half-filled with Wild Turkey. He might have ended up smacking me upside the head.”
All I can do is just stare at him in shock at such a scene because sadly enough I can image such a thing. Worst things have happened to me then having a drunk threatening to bash my head in; at least Gustav was looking out for him.
I take his head in my hands, using my thumbs to wipe away his silently trickling tears as I just simply watch him.
‘There isn’t anything I can say to him to make him feel better. What is there to say when his father pretty much disowned him and his older brother had to protect him from his own blood. Blood is not thicker than water. I would much rather drown then take a helping hand from a blood relative, that bitch would rather I die then worry about me.’ All this runs through my mind as I just watch the misery etched onto Tom’s face. I know that he will get through this and be all the better for it, just later.
“Let’s go back to bed and deal with everything tomorrow.” I tell him quietly as I lean in close and put a brief, closed mouth kiss on his lips before pulling away and then pulling Tom up from the couch, “Come on, things will be better tomorrow.” I add softly knowing that now nothing will be perfect for him but things will be better.
“Okay” Tom simply says with a weak smile gracing his lips as he allows for me to pull him up and pushing him back to bed that we had only just left not that long ago.
~*~*~
Back in bed, Tom’s arms wrapped strongly around my body with his heat soaking into my naked body, I feel my eyelids dropping shut as I truly feel content with everything…for the first time in my life…
~*~*~
So yea...End?
I'm thinking of a sequel, got a few ideas stirring around that would be carry-over plots from this fic.
Please let me know what you guys think/want.
“Wha?” I mutter as I bury my head back into my pillow where I also smell Tom’s musk from our previous activities.
“Your phone has been ringing for the past 30 minutes.” He tells me quietly as he shakes me once more before I feel him plop back down onto the bed beside me. Tom’s body seems to just radiate heat and I hate to admit it but he isn’t a bad bed partner either.
A faint noise is suddenly coming through my closed bedroom door.
“Damnit” I mutter quietly before I heft myself up and out from the warm cocoon of Tom’s body heat and the comforter. Not bothering with clothes, I open the door and walk into the living room where I see the phone continue to ring. Just as the answer machine picks up, it stops. Then it starts ringing again as soon as the machine turns off.
Quirking an eyebrow, I pick up the phone.
“What?” I say into it, not bothering with niceties as it’s apparent that the person on the other end isn’t.
“Finally Mr. Kaulitz!” A familiar voice shouts over the phone in clear annoyance.
“What do you want Ms. Anderson?” I ground out as I clinch my hand around the plastic casing of the phone. This woman is the most infuriating person I have ever had to work with; including that one horrible month at a local fast food restaurant.
“I have been trying to get a hold of you the better part of two solid days!” She exclaims and I hear raised voices in the background which doesn’t sit well with me as I’ve heard nothing but silence on her end.
“I have been to see family for Thanksgiving, I don’t generally do work on those days.” I tell her tersely - we both know that is not really true.
“I see. Well you have created a cluster fuck! You gave me a list of people that pretty much includes an entire department worth.” She tells me in her usual no nonsense voice but I can detect an underlying tone of hysteria.
“Well then that entire department has been downloading things they shouldn’t be.” I tell her with a shrug as I try and cut off a yawn that’s threatening to come out, it doesn’t work as I hear Tom moving around behind me.
“B-But, Mr. Kaulitz! This can not be accurate!” She exclaims in horror as I hear paper moving around on the other end of the line.
I roll my eyes and then suddenly jump at the feel of Tom’s arms wrapping around my chest, pulling my against his equally bare chest although it feels like he put on boxers.
“Ma’am, I gave you everything I gathered based off of the information you gave me. How can my information be inaccurate if you supplied me with the initial information.” I tell her quite annoyed by being questioned on the accuracy of my work. I have never had anyone question me in such a manner.
“Then you will need to come down here yourself and see for yourself that something must be wrong!” She tells me in a firm voice, as if she was planning on this the entire time…she probably was if I know Ms. Anderson.
“Excuse me!” I exclaim, I have never made a personal call to any of my clients. That is why I do contract work like this as they have to supply me with the information.
“Yes, that is the only way to clear this mess up. I expect to see you here tomorrow morning.” She tells me with a smirk very clearly heard over the phone before she hangs up and before I can argue against this decision.
I slam the phone down with a growl and smirk when I see cracks start to appear all over the phone.
“Bill…what just happened?” Tom asks me quietly in my ear, still firmly holding me against his warm chest.
All I can do is let out a deep sigh because I know there isn’t anyway out of this situation, “I just got duped.” I mutter as I pull myself out of Tom’s embrace before turning around and kissing him firmly on the mouth, but not pushing for anything more.
“Ahhs, so that was why you were growling and yelling into the phone?” he asks me with an amused smirk on his face as he puts his hands \on the spots on my hips from earlier.
I don’t say anything about the bruises, as it actually doesn’t hurt that much as it’s more like a reminder of what happened.
“Yea, I have to go out to see a client tomorrow.” I tell him annoyance clear in my voice as I walk away from him and into the kitchen to check on Kashmir’s food and water dishes.
“I see.” Tom says softly, it carries in my apartment especially with Georg finally gone.
“Yeap and what will you be doing?” I ask with my back still turned to him as I pour fresh water into Kashmir’s bowl.
“I…I dunno. Probably looking for a place to stay.” Tom says in a voice that’s still quiet and now I can hear what sounds like tears starting to build up.
Not thinking, I just whirl around to see the most despondent look on Tom’s face. It looks as if he has lost everything and is left adrift…I can fully commiserate.
“Why?” I ask completely shocked at this sudden turn of events and this brings home exactly how Tom showed up on my door step not long ago before our pleasurable detour.
“Oh um….” He utters, keeping his eyes downturned to the suddenly very interesting floor.
“Tom! What is going on?” I exclaim starting to think the worst of the situation such as something horrible happening with his family…maybe he got kicked out of school…or maybe he is moving and needs to find a new place in a new town.
“Um…my father, he-he kicked me out.” Tom mutters stopping and stuttering enough that I can tell he hasn’t fully accepted it.
‘That asshole!’ I think to myself as I keep my eyes trained on Tom’s form. His body language gives me everything that I need to know about what he feels. Defeated.
“You don’t need to find a place, Tom.” I tell him softly as I walk as softly towards him as I can, feeling as if I should treat him like a wounded animal. I don’t want to scare him off before I can help him which I know I need to do. I know he needs me and that I need to do this.
“What! Of course I do Bill! My own father just kicked me out of my childhood home and I have no where to go!” He exclaims with wide eyes and an obvious look that tells me I am a moron.
All I can do is shake my head at his near-sightedness. I know I am a stand-offish bastard but I would never willingly leave someone out in the cold that clearly needs help. I have been thrown out into the world with no support or help of any kind and I know how scary it is to be floundering around for something, someone that won’t be there.
Once I finally close the distance between my naked body and his boxer clad form, I wrap my arms around his shaking body. I truly have no idea what I can do to make him feel better that I haven’t already done. Pleasure only does so much, even I know that and Tom needs more.
“Tom” I whisper to him, trying to get him to focus on me and not on whatever mental demons are probably haunting him now.
“Hmm” He mutters to me, not moving to return the gesture.
“You are staying here with me. I do have an unused guest room available. Sure, I might have to fumigate it first to get Georg’s smell out but it is yours.” I tell him, smirking at the mention of Georg and I can feel him starting to relax in my hold briefly before tensing up again.
“What about rent? The bills?” Tom says in worry as he starts pulling away from my hold but before he moves away from me, he grabs my hand and pulls me with him to sit on the couch.
This living room has gotten more use since Tom came into my life than the entire time I have been living here. It could in partially be that Georg stayed with me for about two months.
Biting my lip for a moment before I resituate myself so I am sitting side-ways on the couch and facing Tom, “How about this, you take care of the grocery shopping and anything extra that you want. I have everything else that I am already paying for.” I tell him seriously because realistically, there really isn’t anything else Tom will need to pay for. My bills already include the cable, internet, landline and pager, along with the water and electricity.
His brows furrow in thought before shaking his head in the negative, “That’s not fair to you though. The water and electricity will go up with another person here.”
All I can do is smile softly at him, even though he has to scramble to find some footing in this world; he is still concerned about those around him. “Tom, don’t worry about that! I can afford to, you need to worry about yourself.”
I reach a hand out and smooth out his furrow lines on his forehead before leaning in to kiss him. If I watch him nibble at his damn lip piercing anymore my own lips might start to bleed in sympathy.
“We’ll see.” Is all he says as he takes me in his arms and holds me close to his still warm body, kissing me on the top of my hair. I just roll my eyes at him; there isn’t anything to see about.
After a period of silence descends and passes between us, I move in his arms to where I can see his face better. For some reason just looking at him is oddly interesting and brings some kind of comfort to my mind. Maybe that’s why he is always staring at me.
“Why?” I ask him simply wanting to see if he is willing to answer or if he will ignore it and continue with the silence.
Tom lets out a deep sigh before running a rough hand up and down my bare back.
“When Gustav and I arrived home, after I dropped you off at home, Dad was in a mood. He had obviously been drinking but this kind of drinking was on a level I haven’t seen in a really long time.”
“After he called me an irresponsible, self-centered bum who refuses to work as I think I’m better then everyone else. Gustav ended up literally pushing me out of the house as Dad kept trying to come after me with a bottle half-filled with Wild Turkey. He might have ended up smacking me upside the head.”
All I can do is just stare at him in shock at such a scene because sadly enough I can image such a thing. Worst things have happened to me then having a drunk threatening to bash my head in; at least Gustav was looking out for him.
I take his head in my hands, using my thumbs to wipe away his silently trickling tears as I just simply watch him.
‘There isn’t anything I can say to him to make him feel better. What is there to say when his father pretty much disowned him and his older brother had to protect him from his own blood. Blood is not thicker than water. I would much rather drown then take a helping hand from a blood relative, that bitch would rather I die then worry about me.’ All this runs through my mind as I just watch the misery etched onto Tom’s face. I know that he will get through this and be all the better for it, just later.
“Let’s go back to bed and deal with everything tomorrow.” I tell him quietly as I lean in close and put a brief, closed mouth kiss on his lips before pulling away and then pulling Tom up from the couch, “Come on, things will be better tomorrow.” I add softly knowing that now nothing will be perfect for him but things will be better.
“Okay” Tom simply says with a weak smile gracing his lips as he allows for me to pull him up and pushing him back to bed that we had only just left not that long ago.
~*~*~
Back in bed, Tom’s arms wrapped strongly around my body with his heat soaking into my naked body, I feel my eyelids dropping shut as I truly feel content with everything…for the first time in my life…
~*~*~
So yea...End?
I'm thinking of a sequel, got a few ideas stirring around that would be carry-over plots from this fic.
Please let me know what you guys think/want.