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Title: You aint gangsta
Author: Malin
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Tom / Eminem
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen. It is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: Slash
Summary: His eyes widened because Eminem, a famous rapper, stood infront of him.
Author's Notes: -
They had met last week at a party, and honestly, Tom wasn't that interested in the beginning. I mean, c'mon, he wasn't like that. Until he met Em. The older rapper had a few things to teach Tom but the teen didn't want anything to do with him. Well, sure it was cool to meet THE great rapper. But Tom isn't a big fan of Eminem. But it would soon change... It had all began when Tom got invited to a party, and he only went because Samy Deluxe would perform.
He planned on taking it easy that night. Have a few drinks but he had promised his brother to not drag any chicks with him back to the hotel.
So, Tom had been standing there at the bar, trying to get the bartender to give him some whiskey. But the bartender had threatened to call security so Tom had been ready to give up. A hand had slammed down onto the counter, leaving a couple of Euros behind as the hand disappeared.
''Whiskey''
Tom had turned around so quickly he thought he might break his neck. His eyes had widened because Eminem, a famous rapper, stood infront of him.
''Yo'' Em had said and had sat down beside Tom, acting like they were normal people. Not celebs.
Tom didn't know what to say because his english sucked and he didn't want to embarrass himself.
''I said, Yo'' Em muttered before he chugged down his own shot of whiskey.
''Um.. Hi''
''You german? Or dutch or whatever fucking country this is''
''G.. German''
Eminem had just nodded, ordering another shot of whiskey. Samy Deluxe had started playing and Eminem grimaced. Tom watched as his favorite artist did his thing but he couldn't help but feel like he should pay more attention to the rapper next to him.
''Wha's yo name?''
''Name? Tom''
''Tom? Like Tom fucking Cruise? Heh, I hope you got more braincells than that bastard''
''Umm...''
''And Im..''
''Eminem''
''No. Not tonight. Now let's fucking do this again. YO, waz yo name?''
''Tom...''
''Well hi there Tom! My name's Marshall'' Em said loudly before downing another drink.
''Marshall?''
''You deaf or sumthin?''
''...No''
''Good. You like chicks?''
''Uh.. Ja''
''Ja? You mean, yes? Goddamn it, german is like.. fucking psycho talk. Just listen to that crap that the dude up there is spitting out. It doesn't sound like words, dude. It's just like... letter's put together. They don't mean anything for us who can't understand them''
''But... Um.. I understand''
''Yeah cuz you're momma just had to live here and give birth to ya here''
Tom cleared his throat and glanced at the rapper, wondering why he was there.
''Why is you here?''
''You don't say it like that, bro. You say it, why ARE you here. Get it?''
''Uh sorry''
''Im here bcuz Im here''
''That.. uh.. don't make any sense''
Eminem rolled his eyes and stood up, staring at Tom for a whole minute before he slowely smiled.
''You aint gangsta. You aint a rapper, are ya? You're that wannabe thing in that german band that plays that german shit, aren't you?''
''Tokio Hotel''
''Ah, that's the name. So Tom, you like hip hop?''
''Ja''
''SAY YES! I can't stand hearing this double dutch shit. C'mon, let's go to a real party''
Before Tom could protest or say something, Em took a hold of his wrist and dragged him to one of the private rooms.
''Party?'' Tom asked, raising his eyebrows when he saw that there was only one couch in there.
''Yeah. Private party. Just you and me''
Something about Eminem changed the instant they stepped into the small room. It made Tom nervous but he was so curious. It was only them in there. Would Eminem maybe offer him some weed or... maybe ask him to like.. tour with him and be one of his backup rappers..?
''Sit down'' Eminem ordered and Tom sat down, wishing that someone would walk into the room.
Marshall smirked and pulled of his oversized shirt, throwing it onto the floor.
''You aint gangsta if you're that scrawny. Take of your shirt and lemme see if you got any steal''
''N..No''
Tom didn't want to show his stomach. It wasn't because he didn't have any muscles, because he did. He had been working all summer, and he was proud of his abs. But it was for the piercing he had.
''Oh c'mon, it's just you and me. Dude, lemme see. Or I'll come and I'll take it off''
Tom took a deep breath and slowely pulled off his shirt, wishing he had stayed at the hotel. Eminem licked his lips and moved forward.
The younger male tried to not stare, but Eminem's abs looked so good. Marshall were soon standing right infront of Tom, his crotch right infront of Tom's mouth.
''You know what to do?'' Marshall's voice were low, and Tom shivered. What did Eminem expect him to do?
''Do you know how to such cock?''
Tom felt himself getting hard but he shook his head, wondering why the hell he didn't leave.
''Ah, you'll learn'' Eminem pulled down his pants, letting them pool around his ankles. Tom stared at the bulge visible against the cotton of Marshall's boxers.
''C'mon, I have to leave soon, dude''
Tom licked his lips and slowely poked his tongue out, touching the tip of Eminem's hard length.
That was a week ago, and Tom was still nervous about the whole, male on male thing. Eminem had asked for his number, because when he came to Germany again, he promised to call because he had more things he wanted to teach Tom.
And Tom couldn't wait...
Author: Malin
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing: Tom / Eminem
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen. It is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: Slash
Summary: His eyes widened because Eminem, a famous rapper, stood infront of him.
Author's Notes: -
They had met last week at a party, and honestly, Tom wasn't that interested in the beginning. I mean, c'mon, he wasn't like that. Until he met Em. The older rapper had a few things to teach Tom but the teen didn't want anything to do with him. Well, sure it was cool to meet THE great rapper. But Tom isn't a big fan of Eminem. But it would soon change... It had all began when Tom got invited to a party, and he only went because Samy Deluxe would perform.
He planned on taking it easy that night. Have a few drinks but he had promised his brother to not drag any chicks with him back to the hotel.
So, Tom had been standing there at the bar, trying to get the bartender to give him some whiskey. But the bartender had threatened to call security so Tom had been ready to give up. A hand had slammed down onto the counter, leaving a couple of Euros behind as the hand disappeared.
''Whiskey''
Tom had turned around so quickly he thought he might break his neck. His eyes had widened because Eminem, a famous rapper, stood infront of him.
''Yo'' Em had said and had sat down beside Tom, acting like they were normal people. Not celebs.
Tom didn't know what to say because his english sucked and he didn't want to embarrass himself.
''I said, Yo'' Em muttered before he chugged down his own shot of whiskey.
''Um.. Hi''
''You german? Or dutch or whatever fucking country this is''
''G.. German''
Eminem had just nodded, ordering another shot of whiskey. Samy Deluxe had started playing and Eminem grimaced. Tom watched as his favorite artist did his thing but he couldn't help but feel like he should pay more attention to the rapper next to him.
''Wha's yo name?''
''Name? Tom''
''Tom? Like Tom fucking Cruise? Heh, I hope you got more braincells than that bastard''
''Umm...''
''And Im..''
''Eminem''
''No. Not tonight. Now let's fucking do this again. YO, waz yo name?''
''Tom...''
''Well hi there Tom! My name's Marshall'' Em said loudly before downing another drink.
''Marshall?''
''You deaf or sumthin?''
''...No''
''Good. You like chicks?''
''Uh.. Ja''
''Ja? You mean, yes? Goddamn it, german is like.. fucking psycho talk. Just listen to that crap that the dude up there is spitting out. It doesn't sound like words, dude. It's just like... letter's put together. They don't mean anything for us who can't understand them''
''But... Um.. I understand''
''Yeah cuz you're momma just had to live here and give birth to ya here''
Tom cleared his throat and glanced at the rapper, wondering why he was there.
''Why is you here?''
''You don't say it like that, bro. You say it, why ARE you here. Get it?''
''Uh sorry''
''Im here bcuz Im here''
''That.. uh.. don't make any sense''
Eminem rolled his eyes and stood up, staring at Tom for a whole minute before he slowely smiled.
''You aint gangsta. You aint a rapper, are ya? You're that wannabe thing in that german band that plays that german shit, aren't you?''
''Tokio Hotel''
''Ah, that's the name. So Tom, you like hip hop?''
''Ja''
''SAY YES! I can't stand hearing this double dutch shit. C'mon, let's go to a real party''
Before Tom could protest or say something, Em took a hold of his wrist and dragged him to one of the private rooms.
''Party?'' Tom asked, raising his eyebrows when he saw that there was only one couch in there.
''Yeah. Private party. Just you and me''
Something about Eminem changed the instant they stepped into the small room. It made Tom nervous but he was so curious. It was only them in there. Would Eminem maybe offer him some weed or... maybe ask him to like.. tour with him and be one of his backup rappers..?
''Sit down'' Eminem ordered and Tom sat down, wishing that someone would walk into the room.
Marshall smirked and pulled of his oversized shirt, throwing it onto the floor.
''You aint gangsta if you're that scrawny. Take of your shirt and lemme see if you got any steal''
''N..No''
Tom didn't want to show his stomach. It wasn't because he didn't have any muscles, because he did. He had been working all summer, and he was proud of his abs. But it was for the piercing he had.
''Oh c'mon, it's just you and me. Dude, lemme see. Or I'll come and I'll take it off''
Tom took a deep breath and slowely pulled off his shirt, wishing he had stayed at the hotel. Eminem licked his lips and moved forward.
The younger male tried to not stare, but Eminem's abs looked so good. Marshall were soon standing right infront of Tom, his crotch right infront of Tom's mouth.
''You know what to do?'' Marshall's voice were low, and Tom shivered. What did Eminem expect him to do?
''Do you know how to such cock?''
Tom felt himself getting hard but he shook his head, wondering why the hell he didn't leave.
''Ah, you'll learn'' Eminem pulled down his pants, letting them pool around his ankles. Tom stared at the bulge visible against the cotton of Marshall's boxers.
''C'mon, I have to leave soon, dude''
Tom licked his lips and slowely poked his tongue out, touching the tip of Eminem's hard length.
That was a week ago, and Tom was still nervous about the whole, male on male thing. Eminem had asked for his number, because when he came to Germany again, he promised to call because he had more things he wanted to teach Tom.
And Tom couldn't wait...