Spit or Brit? (twincest, PG-13)
Title: Spit or Brit?
Pairing: Tom/Bill
Rating: PG-13 (for graphic language)
Genres: Twincest
Summary: Bill reads Tom’s blog, too. You never know when blackmail material comes in handy.
Disclaimer: Like Tom would ever go to a Britney concert?
Author’s Notes: I’d be mad if I were Bill. Dedicated to anyone who’s reading this in candle light, because, you know, saves the environment and all. That includes you, Bill.
Also, my Word automatically now changes Twincest to start with capital T. Yes, I think it’s a sign too.
***
Bill had to watch the video twice before he realized what had just happened. His initial reaction was laughter (after all, they were the same so their bad sense of humour was the same, too) but then he decided to go with being appalled. Had his brother just posted a video of someone choking on a microphone on his blog?
Yanking his sleeves up and flipping his hair, followed by an annoying huff, Bill started to type.
Honey Bee 26.07.2009 09:26:11
That is absolutely disgusting! It’s clear you’ve never been given a blowjob.
Or at least you never will again.
Feeling rather accomplished, he clicked on the send-button.
***
Tom had to read the comment four times before it finally sank in.
Bill wouldn’t, would he?
Realizing that yes, he actually would, caused Tom to rise up from his bed in the speed of light and fly downstairs to look for his particular Honey Bee.
He found Bill on the terrace, drinking his morning coffee and typing on his laptop.
“Bill?” Tom tried out hesitantly.
Bill didn’t bother looking at him. “Hello.”
Tom fidgeted a little, scratching his head. Bill was completely unbothered by his nervousness.
“Have you been reading my blog?”
Bill let out a hollow laugh. It sounded menacing. “Why would I read your blog?”
“Umm, to know what I think?” Tom suggested, feeling a little stupid. Bill could make you squirm before he showed mercy. Or threw a silent treatment on you that would last for days.
“I think I know what you think without having to read it from the internet, Tomas.”
Something inside Tom froze, hearing Bill use that name. He either used it when he wanted to be flirty in front of an audience, or when he was definitely pissed at Tom. There was no audience in their terrace.
“Wouldn’t you agree?” Bill continued.
For a second, Tom pondered whether he should try to save himself by saying that yes, of course he agreed, they were soul mates and two pieces of one and loved each other more than anything. But apparently, this wasn’t one of those times when a little sweet talking would decrease Bill’s anger.
So Tom just nodded. He continued standing there for a few minutes, not moving; he probably couldn’t have moved.
“Yes, Tom? Is there still something you want?” Bill asked politely, his eyes still glued to the laptop screen.
“Well, umm, a blowjob,” Tom piped, looking at the lovely ceiling of the veranda. He might paint it, if he were the type. Bill would look cute with a bit of paint on his nose.
“Come again?” Bill turned to look at Tom, deliberately playing nonchalant, like he hadn’t heard.
“Yeah, well, that too.”
Bill blinked.
“With a blowjob,” Tom continued and felt like he was about twelve years old again, realizing that his sheets had been stiff and his mum had seen that.
“Ah.” Bill raised his coffee mug to his lips and took his time taking a sip. “Well maybe, and this is just a random thought, you shouldn’t post videos suggesting that you think it’s funny that someone who’s giving you a blowjob , and might I add there is only one person doing it to you to start with, could choke in your penis?”
Tom ditched the ceiling and stared very hard at his bare feet instead.
Bill rose from the chair, sighing deeply and walked towards Tom. He had a smile on that might have looked like an amused smile to other people, but to Tom, this was a very serious warning.
“The whole body suffers from a stupid head, Tomas,” Bill patted his cheek and went inside.
The door closed with a bang.
Waking up early in the morning really wasn’t worth it, Tom thought as he made his way back inside. He might as well go take the dogs out and have a cup of coffee himself.
There was no coffee left.
“Bill, did you drink all the coffee?” he yelled out to the house, not knowing where Bill actually was.
No answer.
“Bill?” Tom headed to the living room area, finding Bill on the sofa, reading a magazine with both of the dogs. “Bill?”
“Yes?”
“Did you drink all the coffee?”
Bill gave a stare to Tom. “Oh sorry, did you want some? I’d make another pot but I’m too busy now, I’m trying to find a microphone big enough to not fit my mouth on its whole. Dangerous things, those.”
Tom’s dog lifted his head up from Bill’s lap, giving Tom a lazy look. It was clear even he thought Tom had fucked up.
“Fine, I’ll make some. Do you want more?”
“No thank you, I might choke on it. Don‘t want to make you too happy, lover.”
Taking the dogs out and getting out of Bill’s sight really did sound like a grand idea to Tom.
“I’m taking the dogs out. Come on, pups!” Tom clapped his hands a little. Neither of the dogs moved.
“Ah, so you can go for a walk with your hand? So you have company as you always have to go alone, and you’re so lonely? With no one ever holding your hand?”
Tom knew he was to blame for this snap fest; though not really sure why, after all, all he had done was post a silly video on his blog. He knew that this was apparently all his doing, but Bill really wasn’t being fair.
“So what, you read all of my blog entries and think they’re against you? What, you think I could just say that when Bill is too lazy to come out with me, that’s when I’ll use the hand which he probably wants to get manicured the same way as his nails are, so that it’s even more impossible for me to forget who I’m with?” Tom’s speech gained more and more speed, until he finally at the last word realized he’d dug his grave even further.
Bill had stopped flipping the magazine and was sitting still on the sofa.
“So you want to forget that you’re with me?” came an icy voice from the couch.
Tom rubbed his forehead and tried to go sit next to Bill, but Bill’s dog actually growled at him.
“No. I didn’t mean that.”
“You said that it’s impossible for…”
“I meant that it’s impossible for me to forget that I’m with you. Not that I’m trying, not that I’d ever want to. I don’t want to not be with you, ever.”
Bill sniffed a little. He was the master of going from bitch to broken in 0,1 seconds. Or vice versa.
“I just think the things I post in my blog are funny. I mean, you know, you came up with a few of them. And hey, I’ve only posted really beautiful pictures of you.”
“Because it’s impossible for me to not be beautiful,” Bill whispered and smiled a little. To himself.
Tom smiled. “Yeah, it really is.”
It was silent for a while, but somehow it wasn’t a pressuring silence anymore, almost comfortable.
“Can you forgive me?” Tom finally broke the silence.
Bill looked at him for a little while. “Of course I can. But you’ll have to work hard for getting your blowjobs back.”
Tom giggled a little, only to face Bill’s serious face. “Not working hard like that, idiot.”
Tom noticed that Bill had started to stare the TV with a dangerous glint in his eyes. It was on Viva, and right now they were playing Britney Spears.
“Go have a walk with daddy. He’s the ass over there,” Bill told the puppies who listened to him at once.
It had started to rain outside. Tom figured it served him just right.
***
It had only taken Bill a few minutes to come up with the perfect way of getting his revenge.
“I want to go to a Britney concert,” he told Tom when his brother had returned from walking the dogs, soaked.
“What.”
“You heard me. I want to go to see Britney.”
Tom threw him an incredulous look. “What.”
“I”, Bill pointed at himself, “want to go see”, he pointed at his eyes, “Britney”, he shook his upper body a little, “with you,” he finished by pointing at Tom.
Tom kept staring, now with his mouth open.
“She’s playing today, actually, how convenient, in Berlin,” Bill continued cheerily.
“How convenient,” Tom repeated.
“Isn’t it! And you’re going to get tickets for us.”
“Bill please. I mean, Britney, really?”
“Really. We’re going to see her, if you ever want to get this again,” Bill pointed at his mouth and sultry licked his lips, before cracking up in a giggle.
“How are we even going to get tickets? I bet it’s sold out!”
“No, Tom, we’re not going to get tickets. You are. I’m counting on you.”
“But, what, how?”
“Honestly Tom. You’re Tom Kaulitz, surely you can get anything,” Bill said happily and thought again. “Oh, except my mouth if you don’t pull this off.”
“But, Britney, that’s so embarrassing! What if the G’s find out?” Tom shivered a little at the humiliating thought. “Imagine what Georg will say.”
Bill looked at Tom, not saying anything, he only tipped his index finger to his mouth and licked it a little.
Tom went to look for his mobile.
***
It didn’t take long for Tom to believe that he could go see anything or anyone, if only it made his Bill happy.
“You did well,” Bill had pecked him on his cheek when they arrived at the secluded seating area on the arena.
Tom had decided to splash out on a bottle of champagne as well - to make it more bearable for him, and Bill was always especially flirty when he’d gotten a few drinks. And here, as it was just the two of them, he had no fears of getting jealous of Bill’s flirty ways.
True enough, a few songs onward and Bill had already been kissing Tom right into his mouth, tried to pull him up from his seat to join Bill’s grinding (which apparently was dancing), and had also poured a little bit of champagne onto Tom’s neck and licked it.
Britney wasn’t really that bad, Tom figured. Then the first notes of “Womanizer” started to play, and he came to the conclusion that Britney combined with Bill was probably the best thing in the world.
Bill had the most devious smile as he walked to Tom, moving his hips. Lip-syncing breathily to the lyrics, he started dancing against Tom. He took Tom’s hands and placed them on his hips.
“You can touch you know, it’s all yours,” he bent down to kiss Tom.
Tom pulled Bill on his lap. He moved his other hand on Bill’s bum and other on Bill’s lower stomach, rubbing it slowly. Bill forgot all about his attempt on dancing and just grinded.
“You want to be a womanizer, hmm, Tomi?” he said with his breath hot against Tom’s lips.
“I just want to be a Billinizer,” Tom smiled as he placed a row of kisses down Bill’s neck.
“I think we should leave now,” Bill whispered and bit Tom’s ear softly.
“It’s all playback anyway,” Tom agreed as he ushered them out of the arena, with his hand firmly on Bill’s lower back.
***
This time, it only took less than a minute for Tom to realize that he had walked right into it. Again.
Honey Bee 2.07.2009 12:48:02
…Then again, there are some people who love to give blowjobs and would never give it up.
Oh well, Tom thought as something stirred in his stomach as he looked at Bill, sleeping soundly right next to him. He still had two months of blogging ahead.
Pairing: Tom/Bill
Rating: PG-13 (for graphic language)
Genres: Twincest
Summary: Bill reads Tom’s blog, too. You never know when blackmail material comes in handy.
Disclaimer: Like Tom would ever go to a Britney concert?
Author’s Notes: I’d be mad if I were Bill. Dedicated to anyone who’s reading this in candle light, because, you know, saves the environment and all. That includes you, Bill.
Also, my Word automatically now changes Twincest to start with capital T. Yes, I think it’s a sign too.
***
Bill had to watch the video twice before he realized what had just happened. His initial reaction was laughter (after all, they were the same so their bad sense of humour was the same, too) but then he decided to go with being appalled. Had his brother just posted a video of someone choking on a microphone on his blog?
Yanking his sleeves up and flipping his hair, followed by an annoying huff, Bill started to type.
Honey Bee 26.07.2009 09:26:11
That is absolutely disgusting! It’s clear you’ve never been given a blowjob.
Or at least you never will again.
Feeling rather accomplished, he clicked on the send-button.
***
Tom had to read the comment four times before it finally sank in.
Bill wouldn’t, would he?
Realizing that yes, he actually would, caused Tom to rise up from his bed in the speed of light and fly downstairs to look for his particular Honey Bee.
He found Bill on the terrace, drinking his morning coffee and typing on his laptop.
“Bill?” Tom tried out hesitantly.
Bill didn’t bother looking at him. “Hello.”
Tom fidgeted a little, scratching his head. Bill was completely unbothered by his nervousness.
“Have you been reading my blog?”
Bill let out a hollow laugh. It sounded menacing. “Why would I read your blog?”
“Umm, to know what I think?” Tom suggested, feeling a little stupid. Bill could make you squirm before he showed mercy. Or threw a silent treatment on you that would last for days.
“I think I know what you think without having to read it from the internet, Tomas.”
Something inside Tom froze, hearing Bill use that name. He either used it when he wanted to be flirty in front of an audience, or when he was definitely pissed at Tom. There was no audience in their terrace.
“Wouldn’t you agree?” Bill continued.
For a second, Tom pondered whether he should try to save himself by saying that yes, of course he agreed, they were soul mates and two pieces of one and loved each other more than anything. But apparently, this wasn’t one of those times when a little sweet talking would decrease Bill’s anger.
So Tom just nodded. He continued standing there for a few minutes, not moving; he probably couldn’t have moved.
“Yes, Tom? Is there still something you want?” Bill asked politely, his eyes still glued to the laptop screen.
“Well, umm, a blowjob,” Tom piped, looking at the lovely ceiling of the veranda. He might paint it, if he were the type. Bill would look cute with a bit of paint on his nose.
“Come again?” Bill turned to look at Tom, deliberately playing nonchalant, like he hadn’t heard.
“Yeah, well, that too.”
Bill blinked.
“With a blowjob,” Tom continued and felt like he was about twelve years old again, realizing that his sheets had been stiff and his mum had seen that.
“Ah.” Bill raised his coffee mug to his lips and took his time taking a sip. “Well maybe, and this is just a random thought, you shouldn’t post videos suggesting that you think it’s funny that someone who’s giving you a blowjob , and might I add there is only one person doing it to you to start with, could choke in your penis?”
Tom ditched the ceiling and stared very hard at his bare feet instead.
Bill rose from the chair, sighing deeply and walked towards Tom. He had a smile on that might have looked like an amused smile to other people, but to Tom, this was a very serious warning.
“The whole body suffers from a stupid head, Tomas,” Bill patted his cheek and went inside.
The door closed with a bang.
Waking up early in the morning really wasn’t worth it, Tom thought as he made his way back inside. He might as well go take the dogs out and have a cup of coffee himself.
There was no coffee left.
“Bill, did you drink all the coffee?” he yelled out to the house, not knowing where Bill actually was.
No answer.
“Bill?” Tom headed to the living room area, finding Bill on the sofa, reading a magazine with both of the dogs. “Bill?”
“Yes?”
“Did you drink all the coffee?”
Bill gave a stare to Tom. “Oh sorry, did you want some? I’d make another pot but I’m too busy now, I’m trying to find a microphone big enough to not fit my mouth on its whole. Dangerous things, those.”
Tom’s dog lifted his head up from Bill’s lap, giving Tom a lazy look. It was clear even he thought Tom had fucked up.
“Fine, I’ll make some. Do you want more?”
“No thank you, I might choke on it. Don‘t want to make you too happy, lover.”
Taking the dogs out and getting out of Bill’s sight really did sound like a grand idea to Tom.
“I’m taking the dogs out. Come on, pups!” Tom clapped his hands a little. Neither of the dogs moved.
“Ah, so you can go for a walk with your hand? So you have company as you always have to go alone, and you’re so lonely? With no one ever holding your hand?”
Tom knew he was to blame for this snap fest; though not really sure why, after all, all he had done was post a silly video on his blog. He knew that this was apparently all his doing, but Bill really wasn’t being fair.
“So what, you read all of my blog entries and think they’re against you? What, you think I could just say that when Bill is too lazy to come out with me, that’s when I’ll use the hand which he probably wants to get manicured the same way as his nails are, so that it’s even more impossible for me to forget who I’m with?” Tom’s speech gained more and more speed, until he finally at the last word realized he’d dug his grave even further.
Bill had stopped flipping the magazine and was sitting still on the sofa.
“So you want to forget that you’re with me?” came an icy voice from the couch.
Tom rubbed his forehead and tried to go sit next to Bill, but Bill’s dog actually growled at him.
“No. I didn’t mean that.”
“You said that it’s impossible for…”
“I meant that it’s impossible for me to forget that I’m with you. Not that I’m trying, not that I’d ever want to. I don’t want to not be with you, ever.”
Bill sniffed a little. He was the master of going from bitch to broken in 0,1 seconds. Or vice versa.
“I just think the things I post in my blog are funny. I mean, you know, you came up with a few of them. And hey, I’ve only posted really beautiful pictures of you.”
“Because it’s impossible for me to not be beautiful,” Bill whispered and smiled a little. To himself.
Tom smiled. “Yeah, it really is.”
It was silent for a while, but somehow it wasn’t a pressuring silence anymore, almost comfortable.
“Can you forgive me?” Tom finally broke the silence.
Bill looked at him for a little while. “Of course I can. But you’ll have to work hard for getting your blowjobs back.”
Tom giggled a little, only to face Bill’s serious face. “Not working hard like that, idiot.”
Tom noticed that Bill had started to stare the TV with a dangerous glint in his eyes. It was on Viva, and right now they were playing Britney Spears.
“Go have a walk with daddy. He’s the ass over there,” Bill told the puppies who listened to him at once.
It had started to rain outside. Tom figured it served him just right.
***
It had only taken Bill a few minutes to come up with the perfect way of getting his revenge.
“I want to go to a Britney concert,” he told Tom when his brother had returned from walking the dogs, soaked.
“What.”
“You heard me. I want to go to see Britney.”
Tom threw him an incredulous look. “What.”
“I”, Bill pointed at himself, “want to go see”, he pointed at his eyes, “Britney”, he shook his upper body a little, “with you,” he finished by pointing at Tom.
Tom kept staring, now with his mouth open.
“She’s playing today, actually, how convenient, in Berlin,” Bill continued cheerily.
“How convenient,” Tom repeated.
“Isn’t it! And you’re going to get tickets for us.”
“Bill please. I mean, Britney, really?”
“Really. We’re going to see her, if you ever want to get this again,” Bill pointed at his mouth and sultry licked his lips, before cracking up in a giggle.
“How are we even going to get tickets? I bet it’s sold out!”
“No, Tom, we’re not going to get tickets. You are. I’m counting on you.”
“But, what, how?”
“Honestly Tom. You’re Tom Kaulitz, surely you can get anything,” Bill said happily and thought again. “Oh, except my mouth if you don’t pull this off.”
“But, Britney, that’s so embarrassing! What if the G’s find out?” Tom shivered a little at the humiliating thought. “Imagine what Georg will say.”
Bill looked at Tom, not saying anything, he only tipped his index finger to his mouth and licked it a little.
Tom went to look for his mobile.
***
It didn’t take long for Tom to believe that he could go see anything or anyone, if only it made his Bill happy.
“You did well,” Bill had pecked him on his cheek when they arrived at the secluded seating area on the arena.
Tom had decided to splash out on a bottle of champagne as well - to make it more bearable for him, and Bill was always especially flirty when he’d gotten a few drinks. And here, as it was just the two of them, he had no fears of getting jealous of Bill’s flirty ways.
True enough, a few songs onward and Bill had already been kissing Tom right into his mouth, tried to pull him up from his seat to join Bill’s grinding (which apparently was dancing), and had also poured a little bit of champagne onto Tom’s neck and licked it.
Britney wasn’t really that bad, Tom figured. Then the first notes of “Womanizer” started to play, and he came to the conclusion that Britney combined with Bill was probably the best thing in the world.
Bill had the most devious smile as he walked to Tom, moving his hips. Lip-syncing breathily to the lyrics, he started dancing against Tom. He took Tom’s hands and placed them on his hips.
“You can touch you know, it’s all yours,” he bent down to kiss Tom.
Tom pulled Bill on his lap. He moved his other hand on Bill’s bum and other on Bill’s lower stomach, rubbing it slowly. Bill forgot all about his attempt on dancing and just grinded.
“You want to be a womanizer, hmm, Tomi?” he said with his breath hot against Tom’s lips.
“I just want to be a Billinizer,” Tom smiled as he placed a row of kisses down Bill’s neck.
“I think we should leave now,” Bill whispered and bit Tom’s ear softly.
“It’s all playback anyway,” Tom agreed as he ushered them out of the arena, with his hand firmly on Bill’s lower back.
***
This time, it only took less than a minute for Tom to realize that he had walked right into it. Again.
Honey Bee 2.07.2009 12:48:02
…Then again, there are some people who love to give blowjobs and would never give it up.
Oh well, Tom thought as something stirred in his stomach as he looked at Bill, sleeping soundly right next to him. He still had two months of blogging ahead.