Fic: Man up (twins)
Title: Man up
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Warnings: Twincest, OOC, septum universe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Bill likes sweaty boys, and loves Tom.
DisclaimerUn-mine.
Authors notes Hmm. I haven't written anything this year, but after a few pre-match beers, this came to me, so I thought I'd grab the pass and try and score. Please do forgive me :) The match (semi-final Germany/Spain) wasn’t finished yet as this story was. And also, as a heads-up, Bill does have a septum in this. Plus this is un-betaed.
***
Bill loved how OCD Tom really was. Sure, it got a bit annoying in the early hours after an amazing gig when he wanted to translate all his inner hype to soft kisses and urgent touches, yet his brother insisted that all the urgency that needed to take place was an urgent tidy-up before he could concentrate on anything else. But in general, Bill felt that someone needed to be the more organised one; that someone needed to be the sanity to his fantasies; that this certain someone was the gravity that kept him safe.
So, one early Sunday morning, as Bill was hunched over his laptop and slowly stroking Tom's thigh while he was quietly snoring, Bill yet again thanked who ever had given Tom the OCD genes.
Putting his laptop aside, Bill snuggled in closer to Tom, petting his hair.
"Honey", he hummed as he kissed Tom's earlobe.
No reaction.
"Honey", Bill hummed a little louder, adding a hand to stroke Tom's side.
Tom stirred a little with a small 'oomph'.
"Tom!" Bill stuffed his pinky inside Tom's nostril.
"Wha?" came a startled noise as Tom opened his eyes with a shock.
Bill smiled satisfied. "Good, you're awake", he said and leaned in to kiss Tom's cheek.
Tom didn't even bother to comment. He stretched his hand to the right, immediately having a wet puppy tongue licking it.
Bill took a deep breath. "So, I've been doing some research on your blog, and I noticed something very upsetting." Bill emphasized this with a sad face.
"Look, Bill, if it's about your new piercing..." Tom sighed.
"What?"
"I mean, it's not like people have even seen a proper picture of it yet..."
"Tom. What do you know about people and my piercing?" Bill looked worried.
"Nothing, I mean, you know everyone freaks out when you've done something new, but they'll love it in a few days," Tom said as he reached to touch Bill's nose.
Bill crossed his arms.
"I love it", Tom said testily and Bill uncrossed his arms, breaking into a radiant smile.
"Good! So, like I was saying, something very upsetting has come to my notice and I can't talk about it if you keep kissing my neck like that," Bill's train of thought came to a halt.
With a final peck, Tom leaned back on his pillow, gesturing that he was all ears.
"Apparently, for some reason, fans are asking about how we celebrated last night."
"What happened last night?"
"Well, and this is the funny part, there was some match that Germany won.” Bill finished with eagerly waiting on Tom's response to this breaking news.
"Yeah, the football world cup."
Bill blinked.
"The what?"
"Yeah", Tom sat up straight, "there's this football world cup happening now, like which country is best in football, and last night Germany won Argentina."
"Are you serious?" Bill stared incredulously at his brother.
"Yeah, I mean, apparently we're doing really well at it."
"No, I mean are you serious with knowing about all of this? You've been doing sports behind my back?" Bill's eyes squinted more with every word until he looked positively crossed.
"God no! I just read about it from somewhere."
Bill still looked suspicious, but apparently decided that this possible horrid action was less important than whatever it was he still had to say.
"Right. So. As you know, Germany won last night, and our fans keep asking how we feel about it, if we celebrated a lot, stuff like that."
This information clearly didn't create the reaction Bill had hoped for, as Tom just kept looking at Bill with a blank look.
Bill rolled his eyes. "Come on, Tomi! We're all about fans! If they want us to comment on this, if they think football is something we should have an opinion about, we.will.do.just.that."
“We are going to have an opinion about football?”
“Yes!” Bill nodded happily. “We’re going to know all about balls and sticks.”
“No sticks in football, love.”
Bill looked suspicious again. Tom sighed. “Fine, we’ll watch a game. We’ll be so interested in football we’ll even start wearing team t-shirts.”
Bill made a gagging sound.
“They’re really tight these days”, Tom patted his shoulder, making Bill look more interested in football than he had yet been.
“Good. So you, Tomi, you have to find out all about this football issue, and then we can start giving out professional opinions about it”, Bill kissed him and headed to the bathroom.
Tom was left puzzled to their bed, wondering if this was more about Bill having made an image search on football and seen some of the admittedly fit players, when he heard a quiet mumble from the bathroom.
“Nothing wrong with my septum.”
And a few days later, as Bill turned on the TV, he knew Tom had studied every little detail of the world of football - if not for Tom’s own OCD know-it-all character , but because Tom knew how much Bill liked feeling that his boyfriend was the smartest person on earth no matter what the subject.
***
“What the fuck”, Tom asked as he handed a beer to Bill.
“What?”
“You’ve actually painted your nails yellow, red and black?” Tom laughed as he sat down next to Bill on the couch.
Bill huffed. “At least I’m not wearing a horrid scarf.”
Tom kept laughing. “It doesn’t match anything else that’s on you”, Bill added viciously and Tom’s face straightened in a second.
There was a moment of hostile silence, until Bill admitted the scarf matched Tom’s hair colour and Tom said he wouldn’t understand the beauty of the nail polish as he didn’t have the amazing fashion sense that Bill did.
They settled to the couch, with their legs entangled, and with Bill absentmindedly massaging Tom’s scalp. They’d even bought a few beers, as Bill had said this was an evening of manning up, so the usual cocktails of preference weren’t an option.
As the TV camera zoomed into the teams singing their national songs, Tom felt Bill’s hand movement slowing down. “I didn’t know these guys are so cute”, Bill sounded surprised. “Except that one, he looks just like Andi.”
It was true; poor guy did have a definite resemblance. “I don’t know, the only guy I think looks cute is you”, Tom said.
Bill bit his lip, a gesture that Tom thought was coy but what really was Bill trying to suppress his laugh. “Of course you do, love - I’m sure the camera will zoom into some cheerleaders with big boobs so you can get your kicks out of this, too.”
Tom looked well satisfied with himself. For some reason, it still seemed to escape his mind that they were twins and Bill knew he had zero interest in girls or boobs, unless you counted Bill’s nipples as boobs.
A good fifteen minutes into the game, the twins had spent less time watching the game and more time with teasing each other with kisses and tickles, when Bill finally spoke up.
“So who are we again?”
“The ones with German names on their shirt?”
“Ass”, Bill gently smacked Tom to the back of his head. “That doesn’t really help, there’s so many Spanish immigrants in Germany.”
Tom patted Bill’s head. “We’re the ones with the white t-shirts”.
“Mmm.” Bill was quiet for a while. “You should wear more white, it’s sexy.” There was another pause as Bill leaned a bit closer to the TV. “Especially when it’s sweaty.”
Tom wrapped his arm around Bill’s waist possessively, pulling him close.
Ten more minutes passed. Neither Germany nor Spain had made a goal yet, in fact the game was pretty boring. Bill had lost all interest in the game, as his hand kept stroking up and down Tom’s thigh. Tom didn’t mind, he’d had his eyes closed for the past few minutes as he was enjoying Bill’s gentle touch. Finally Bill climbed on his lap, taking the Germany team scarf off his neck, giving butterfly kisses along his shoulder blade and moving up to his neck.
Tom’s hands grabbed Bill’s bum, and he stood up with Bill firmly on his hold. They1 headed towards the stairs, and no doubt their bedroom, TV and the match long forgotten.
“This isn’t very manly in a manly way”, Bill whispered amusedly as he leaned in to kiss Tom.
Tom chuckled against Bill’s lips. “You wouldn’t believe what footballers do in the shower.”
Pairing: Bill/Tom
Warnings: Twincest, OOC, septum universe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Bill likes sweaty boys, and loves Tom.
DisclaimerUn-mine.
Authors notes Hmm. I haven't written anything this year, but after a few pre-match beers, this came to me, so I thought I'd grab the pass and try and score. Please do forgive me :) The match (semi-final Germany/Spain) wasn’t finished yet as this story was. And also, as a heads-up, Bill does have a septum in this. Plus this is un-betaed.
***
Bill loved how OCD Tom really was. Sure, it got a bit annoying in the early hours after an amazing gig when he wanted to translate all his inner hype to soft kisses and urgent touches, yet his brother insisted that all the urgency that needed to take place was an urgent tidy-up before he could concentrate on anything else. But in general, Bill felt that someone needed to be the more organised one; that someone needed to be the sanity to his fantasies; that this certain someone was the gravity that kept him safe.
So, one early Sunday morning, as Bill was hunched over his laptop and slowly stroking Tom's thigh while he was quietly snoring, Bill yet again thanked who ever had given Tom the OCD genes.
Putting his laptop aside, Bill snuggled in closer to Tom, petting his hair.
"Honey", he hummed as he kissed Tom's earlobe.
No reaction.
"Honey", Bill hummed a little louder, adding a hand to stroke Tom's side.
Tom stirred a little with a small 'oomph'.
"Tom!" Bill stuffed his pinky inside Tom's nostril.
"Wha?" came a startled noise as Tom opened his eyes with a shock.
Bill smiled satisfied. "Good, you're awake", he said and leaned in to kiss Tom's cheek.
Tom didn't even bother to comment. He stretched his hand to the right, immediately having a wet puppy tongue licking it.
Bill took a deep breath. "So, I've been doing some research on your blog, and I noticed something very upsetting." Bill emphasized this with a sad face.
"Look, Bill, if it's about your new piercing..." Tom sighed.
"What?"
"I mean, it's not like people have even seen a proper picture of it yet..."
"Tom. What do you know about people and my piercing?" Bill looked worried.
"Nothing, I mean, you know everyone freaks out when you've done something new, but they'll love it in a few days," Tom said as he reached to touch Bill's nose.
Bill crossed his arms.
"I love it", Tom said testily and Bill uncrossed his arms, breaking into a radiant smile.
"Good! So, like I was saying, something very upsetting has come to my notice and I can't talk about it if you keep kissing my neck like that," Bill's train of thought came to a halt.
With a final peck, Tom leaned back on his pillow, gesturing that he was all ears.
"Apparently, for some reason, fans are asking about how we celebrated last night."
"What happened last night?"
"Well, and this is the funny part, there was some match that Germany won.” Bill finished with eagerly waiting on Tom's response to this breaking news.
"Yeah, the football world cup."
Bill blinked.
"The what?"
"Yeah", Tom sat up straight, "there's this football world cup happening now, like which country is best in football, and last night Germany won Argentina."
"Are you serious?" Bill stared incredulously at his brother.
"Yeah, I mean, apparently we're doing really well at it."
"No, I mean are you serious with knowing about all of this? You've been doing sports behind my back?" Bill's eyes squinted more with every word until he looked positively crossed.
"God no! I just read about it from somewhere."
Bill still looked suspicious, but apparently decided that this possible horrid action was less important than whatever it was he still had to say.
"Right. So. As you know, Germany won last night, and our fans keep asking how we feel about it, if we celebrated a lot, stuff like that."
This information clearly didn't create the reaction Bill had hoped for, as Tom just kept looking at Bill with a blank look.
Bill rolled his eyes. "Come on, Tomi! We're all about fans! If they want us to comment on this, if they think football is something we should have an opinion about, we.will.do.just.that."
“We are going to have an opinion about football?”
“Yes!” Bill nodded happily. “We’re going to know all about balls and sticks.”
“No sticks in football, love.”
Bill looked suspicious again. Tom sighed. “Fine, we’ll watch a game. We’ll be so interested in football we’ll even start wearing team t-shirts.”
Bill made a gagging sound.
“They’re really tight these days”, Tom patted his shoulder, making Bill look more interested in football than he had yet been.
“Good. So you, Tomi, you have to find out all about this football issue, and then we can start giving out professional opinions about it”, Bill kissed him and headed to the bathroom.
Tom was left puzzled to their bed, wondering if this was more about Bill having made an image search on football and seen some of the admittedly fit players, when he heard a quiet mumble from the bathroom.
“Nothing wrong with my septum.”
And a few days later, as Bill turned on the TV, he knew Tom had studied every little detail of the world of football - if not for Tom’s own OCD know-it-all character , but because Tom knew how much Bill liked feeling that his boyfriend was the smartest person on earth no matter what the subject.
***
“What the fuck”, Tom asked as he handed a beer to Bill.
“What?”
“You’ve actually painted your nails yellow, red and black?” Tom laughed as he sat down next to Bill on the couch.
Bill huffed. “At least I’m not wearing a horrid scarf.”
Tom kept laughing. “It doesn’t match anything else that’s on you”, Bill added viciously and Tom’s face straightened in a second.
There was a moment of hostile silence, until Bill admitted the scarf matched Tom’s hair colour and Tom said he wouldn’t understand the beauty of the nail polish as he didn’t have the amazing fashion sense that Bill did.
They settled to the couch, with their legs entangled, and with Bill absentmindedly massaging Tom’s scalp. They’d even bought a few beers, as Bill had said this was an evening of manning up, so the usual cocktails of preference weren’t an option.
As the TV camera zoomed into the teams singing their national songs, Tom felt Bill’s hand movement slowing down. “I didn’t know these guys are so cute”, Bill sounded surprised. “Except that one, he looks just like Andi.”
It was true; poor guy did have a definite resemblance. “I don’t know, the only guy I think looks cute is you”, Tom said.
Bill bit his lip, a gesture that Tom thought was coy but what really was Bill trying to suppress his laugh. “Of course you do, love - I’m sure the camera will zoom into some cheerleaders with big boobs so you can get your kicks out of this, too.”
Tom looked well satisfied with himself. For some reason, it still seemed to escape his mind that they were twins and Bill knew he had zero interest in girls or boobs, unless you counted Bill’s nipples as boobs.
A good fifteen minutes into the game, the twins had spent less time watching the game and more time with teasing each other with kisses and tickles, when Bill finally spoke up.
“So who are we again?”
“The ones with German names on their shirt?”
“Ass”, Bill gently smacked Tom to the back of his head. “That doesn’t really help, there’s so many Spanish immigrants in Germany.”
Tom patted Bill’s head. “We’re the ones with the white t-shirts”.
“Mmm.” Bill was quiet for a while. “You should wear more white, it’s sexy.” There was another pause as Bill leaned a bit closer to the TV. “Especially when it’s sweaty.”
Tom wrapped his arm around Bill’s waist possessively, pulling him close.
Ten more minutes passed. Neither Germany nor Spain had made a goal yet, in fact the game was pretty boring. Bill had lost all interest in the game, as his hand kept stroking up and down Tom’s thigh. Tom didn’t mind, he’d had his eyes closed for the past few minutes as he was enjoying Bill’s gentle touch. Finally Bill climbed on his lap, taking the Germany team scarf off his neck, giving butterfly kisses along his shoulder blade and moving up to his neck.
Tom’s hands grabbed Bill’s bum, and he stood up with Bill firmly on his hold. They1 headed towards the stairs, and no doubt their bedroom, TV and the match long forgotten.
“This isn’t very manly in a manly way”, Bill whispered amusedly as he leaned in to kiss Tom.
Tom chuckled against Bill’s lips. “You wouldn’t believe what footballers do in the shower.”