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[colbyskies]

Pretty Boy

Bill grows desperate for both Georg and M/n Georg x Bill x male reader 1.8k words

“Are you sure you want to do this Bill?” M/n asks, unsure with Bill's suggestion of Georg and him. 

“Please…” Bill whines. “I want you both, please.” The needy tone of his voice causes both boys to groan, advancing towards Bill. Bill walks backwards to the bed, falling once the backs of his knees collide with the edge. 

His nervousness grows as he is stalked by Georg and M/n, Bill quickly hurries to the top of the bed like a skittish animal being preyed upon. 

M/n and Georg take their shirts off almost in sync before crawling towards Bill who is now perched on his elbows. Both boys help Bill remove his shirt, before attacking his body with hungry kisses. M/n presses his lips to Bill’s while running his hands over his torso. Georg trails kisses from his neck to his pierced nipples, playing with the metal in his mouth and giving it an experimental tug with his teeth. Bill moans into M/n’s mouth encouraging Georg to do it again. 

Bill had expected M/n to taste like stale beer, but instead he tastes sweet. Cigarettes and cherry lip oil clash against Bill’s vanilla lip gloss, the more they kiss, the more Bill is able to taste himself. The way M/n roughly pushes himself flush against Bill’s body, turns him to mush. Bill expected M/n to be a good kisser, but he is far more than good. Each touch of their lips makes Bill’s stomach flutter and the way he licks his lips willing the other to open his mouth has him moaning. 

Bill’s breathing speeds up as M/n starts to kiss his neck, determined to leave pretty marks all over his beautiful pale skin. His pulse beats fast against M/n’s swollen lips. Bill’s mind is foggy, trying to focus on M/n assaulting his neck and Georg playing with his nipples until they hurt. 

M/n trails his kisses down Bill’s torso, stopping at his nipples to kiss Georg. Bill watches their tongues run along each other, getting more turned on if even possible. The tent in his tight jeans is almost painful, any sudden movement of his hips hurts as the friction is too stimulating. 

Once Georg and M/n pull away, M/n goes further down Bill’s torso until he reaches his waistband. He licks teasingly down his v-line as he slowly unbuttons Bill’s jeans. Bill moans in relief once he cock is released from the tight hold of his skinny jeans. M/n kisses and bites at Bill's hips, showing love to each side, but especially his star tattoo. 

Georg now makes his way up Bill’s chest attaching their lips together in a heated kiss. The kiss turns sloppy when Bill feels his boxers getting pulled down his legs leaving him completely exposed to his doers. Bill whimpers into Georgs mouth, waiting patiently for M/n to wrap his mouth around his swollen cock. 

He is almost fully distracted from the kiss as M/n puts his lips to his head giving it a slight suck causing Bill to jerk into his mouth and inhale sharply. 

“Please…” He whimpers into Georgs mouth, Georgs hands trailing up and down his sides, tracing over his sensitive nipples every now and then. It is too overstimulating, Bill wants it to stop. He wants them to stop playing with him, to take him like they said he would, but doesn’t say anything because he loves it. He loves the way they bring him to the edge again and again before taking him fully. 

M/n licks from the base of his cock to the head, before lowering himself further onto his dick. He takes him fully as Bill squirms beneath both his and Georgs constant teasing. Georg once again laps at his nipples as M/n slides rhythmically up and down Bill’s cock. Taking him all the way as he goes down, pressing the cold metal piercing in his tongue harshing against the underside of BIll dick as he goes up, sucking on the head of his dick and flicking the piercing against his slit  before going back down.

It drives Bill insane, how is he supposed to focus on two people when M/n uses his tongue like that. He rocks his hips into M/n’s mouth moaning loudly from both tongues locked on his body. 

“Hmmf… stop–ah…stop,” Bill whines, his head thrown back against the pillows. M/n pulls off his cock as Georg releases his nipples. “I’m gonna come if you guys keep it up.”

“That's the point, baby.” Georg mumbles, pressing his lips to Bill’s once again. Sweat beads off Bill’s forehead, his body growing more needy by the second. 

He feels the weight of the bed shift and pulls away from Georgs kiss. “What are you doing?” He questions M/n who’s now standing at the foot of the bed now naked and digging through a small bag. He pulls out a large bottle of lube and two condoms. “Getting supplies, baby.” He says huskily, crawling to Bill and kissing him hungrily. 

This time Georg goes to suck off Bill, using a very similar technique to M/n. Georg falls into every section of Bill's body, showing love to each bit, turning him inside out, loving the feeling of his dick in his mouth. Georg has never been with a boy before tonight, but he knows how he likes it. He loves it when girls swirl their tongues around the head of his dick before taking him further down their throat, so that's what he did. He loves it when they swallow around his dick, so that’s what he did. He hardly gives himself time to breathe, loving the noises and whimpers coming from Bill’s mouth. 

Bill’s moans and pants grow louder as M/n trails down his body, going below Georg. He licked from his inner thigh to the underneath of his cock. His tongue found its way to Bill’s hole, licking around the area and sliding his tongue in and out. Bill’s moans sound loudly against the walls of the hotel bedroom as he grinds down onto Georg and M/n.

“Ahh–too much. I'm gonna…” Both boys pull away before Bill could finish, wanting to save his orgasm for later. Bill whimpers, hiding his face under his arm as his hips flinch trying to create friction. 

After a bit of silence, Bill removes his arm from his face wanting to know what the others are doing. He finds them kneeling at the end of the bed, both now naked kissing each other. Georg pulls away before kissing down M/n’s chest and putting his mouth around his cock. Bill watches as Georg sucks off M/n, stroking himself at the pace of Georgs mouth. Only a few seconds later, Georg pulls off and they both turn their attention back to Bill. 

M/n grabs the bottle of lube and slicks up his fingers. “Are you ready?” Georg asks, nuzzling his face into Bill’s neck, breathing him in. “mmm.. Please.” M/n circles his finger around Bill’s hole until he feels the muscles relax enough for him to insert his finger. He slowly pushes into Bill, pumping his finger at a comfortable pace. Georg hangs around Bill’s neck, sucking and biting, distracting him M/n stretching him. Once he feels Bill relax around his finger, he inserts another causing Bill to tighten and shut his eyes. 

“Are you okay?” M/n asks, stopping the movement of his fingers. “Yes, keep going please.” M/n continues, curling his fingers to find the spot inside Bill that will make him melt. His fingers brush against the soft rubbery skin causing Bill’s stomach to clench and moan out a slur of swears. 

“I’m ready, please M/n.” 

M/n looks at Georg, who helps him put the condom on his now painfully hard cock. The two of them kiss roughly as Georg plays with the hair on the base of M/n’s neck. Georg kisses down his neck leaving a purple bruise on his collarbone before pulling away and going back to Bill. 

M/n squirts the lube into his hand and lathers up his weeping cock with a groan. He pushes up Bill’s knees and angles himself at his entrance, slowly pressing into him. “Fuck Bill, you’re so tight.”

Bill pants the further M/n pushes into him and the more Georg teases his cock, running his finger over his slit causing his hips to rut. M/n groans, steading himself with a strong grip on Bill’s hips, one that will definitely leave a bruise later, but neither of them care. Georg uses his mouth on Bill’s cock once again, licking up and down his cock and taking him fully. Bill whimpers, fingers digging into Georgs hair and M/n’s shoulder as M/n starts to fuck him with a fast pace. 

Bill grows dizzy and throws his head back into the pillows whining. M/n and Georg now in perfect rhythm. The pace set is almost painful, M/n’s cock hitting Bill’s prostate at a perfect angle with each sharp thrust of his hips. Bill curses under his breath, clenching his eyes shut to try his hardest to will away his orgasm, wanting to last longer. 

One of M/n’s hands releases his grip on Bill’s waist as it grasps Georgs cock, working him. Georg moans around Bill in his mouth, the vibration almost sending Bill over the edge. 

“Oh god.. fuck I’m so close.” Bill whimpers breathlessly, his voice getting caught in the back of his throat. 

Bill jolts as the grip on his waist grows tighter, a whine leaving his lips. The pace quickens as the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room and the beautiful sounds of everyone's moans. 

“Ahh– you take me so well, baby.” M/n groans and the praise is enough to send Bill over the edge. Bill feels his stomach tense and the wave of euphoria rush over him before he comes into Georgs mouth. His hips involuntarily moving through his orgasm and his legs shake. Georg pulls off his cock with a pop, orgasming himself at the sight of Bill ruined. 

“So beautiful, all ruined for us, angel.” M/n mumbles snapping his hips into Bill one last time before falling over the edge himself. He rides out his orgasm inside of Bill, striking his hips into his ass a few more times before pulling out and falling next to Bill. Black tears run down Bill's face from the overstimulation of his prostate. 

Bill lay in the middle of Georg and M/n, curling into M/n’s side as Georg spoons him from behind. “You’re so perfect, baby.” 

[colbyskies]

The 10th

A quick emotional hurt/comfort drabble Bill Kaulitz x male reader 1k words

M/n and Bill are chatting happily to each other about Tokio Hotels next album. M/n watching the way Bill plays with his long black hair that falls beautifully on his shoulders as he talks. He tries to notice everything about the singer, from the way he claps his hands when he’s excited to the sour look he gets on his face when someone says something he doesn’t like. He observes Bill just as Bill observes him. The way Bill notices when something is bugging him from the way his eyebrows furrow in frustration or how they raise when he’s about to cry. Bill sees everything, it makes things easier for M/n, since he doesn’t like to talk about something that’s bothering him. 

Just as Bill is about to make a comment about how annoying Tom was in the studio today while they were recording the English version of Schrei, M/n’s phone rings beside him. 

“It’s my grandma, I’m gonna take this.” M/n smiles at Bill as an apology for the interruption. Bill nods in acknowledgement before M/n answers the phone. 

“Hello?” M/n greets into the receiver, holding a soft smile on his face and in his eyes. Something Bill always admired about M/n, the way he doesn’t just smile with his mouth, it’s how you know a smile is genuine or not. 

Bill watches as M/n’s face drops and instantly knows what the call is about. M/n’s eyes become glossy, “Okay.” The singer can feel the uncomfortableness radiating off the other wanting nothing more than to comfort him, but giving him the space to finish the call.

“That's good.” M/n has to practically hold back a sob, his words coming out choked. 

“Mhm…thank you…goodbye, I love you too.” The second the phone is flipped close and by his side, he looks at Bill but his eyes aren’t focused on him. His head is loud, he has never felt like more of an ant in some big grand plan than he does at this moment. Unimportant, forgettable, unnoticed. His lonesome concerns were confirmed by the world’s silence and lack of life. His ears almost muffled to the sounds around him, the cars once driving on the street or the guitar playing from Tom down the hall now nothing but a faded memory.

It takes everything in him not to turn to a fix. Not to pick up a cigarette hidden in his drawers or down a bottle of pills. Just something, something to get this feeling away from his body. It’s all he needs, something to help him forget. He needs to get shit faced so he doesn’t have to face its harsh reality. 

Bill knows what M/n needs without him even asking for it. “I'm sorry, M/n,” Bill mutters, pulling the other into his chest, playing with the hair on his head. The world settles just a little bit more with his body safe in Bill’s arms. He could tell M/n is holding back his sobs with the way his chest heaved. 

“It’s okay M/n, we’re alone. I am here for you.” Bill’s voice brings him back, his words comforting him in a way that no one else could. That’s all it takes for the floodgates to open. M/n sobs violently into Bill's chest, clenching his shirt in his fists as Bill continues to brush a soothing hand over his back. 

They sit there for a couple minutes until M/n bolts up and runs to the bathroom, Bill following closely behind. “M/n-” His voice is cut off by M/n throwing up into the toilet. The singer kneels beside the other, listening to the violent sobs rack his body as he continues to throw up. One hand held his hair back, while the other rubbed circles into his mid back. 

M/n stood from the toilet and walked to the sink to flush out his mouth with mouthwash. Bill stood by him the entire time, his hands not leaving his body. Always sure that one hand is directly touching his skin, knowing that M/n needs skin on skin contact in order to stay calm. 

They both walked back into the bedroom, Bill removing his shirt, before helping M/n with his. As soon as they’re both shirtless, M/n grabs onto Bill, holding him in a tight hug. He walks them slowly over to the bed and lays down with his arms tightly around Bill and his head on his chest. 

The rhythmic beat of Bill’s heart calms the painful throb of his. 

His heart clenches, it aches so bad. His chest heaves and his eyes hurt from crying, but there's nothing he can do to stop it. M/n is so tired, but can’t sleep, he’s so hungry but can’t eat. Tom comes by a couple times asking if either of them want anything to eat, M/n always shakes his head. Tom did end up getting him stuff anyway, but he doesn’t eat it. He can’t. All he can do is drink his water and juice boxes, focusing all his thoughts on Bill’s soft pale chest against his bare back. It does little to solve the way his heart chokes him, but it helps to fill that void with something hopeful. Bill’s quiet whispers in his ear helps too. 

“You’re not alone…”

“I’m here for you baby…”

“It’s okay…”

Words that fall like a blanket over M/n’s shoulders, the weight of his awake nightmare rolling off his back. Every phrase soothes his aching chest more and more. M/n has yet to communicate besides just shaking his head or rubbing circles on Bill’s body to let him know he's still awake. 

Every once in a while he falls back into a violent sob, his entire body shaking, his head hurting, and his throat raw, but Bill is always there to hold him. To tell him that everything is going to be alright, that he doesn’t have to suffer through this alone. Despite the words being little to what he’s going through, it helps him so much to know that he’s cared for, that he has someone to hold him and let him know he’s okay. Bill is there to soothe him, even at his worst, even at his most vulnerable and he couldn't be more grateful towards the singer.

[colbyskies]

Hear me out- being on the balcony at night with Bill Kaulitz (2023) in matching silk robes, drinking wine in those fancy wine cups in one hand and holding each others hands in the other while gossiping about drama that you both heard

I don’t know my brain is making up scenarios right now

[colbyskies]

Lover, You Should've Come Over

1.2k words Bill Kaulitz x male reader Bill and M/n had broken up, months ago. Leaving both of them to wallow in their pity and on M/n’s end—self hatred. Bill wanted to go public, they had an on and off relationship since they were both teenagers, the year was new and Bill was ready to take the next step; coming out. M/n wasn’t, he still isn’t. Coming out is terrifying, especially to an entire fanbase, especially in 2014.

Bill and M/n had broken up, months ago. Leaving both of them to wallow in their pity and on M/n’s end—self hatred. Bill wanted to go public, they had an on and off relationship since they were both teenagers, the year was new and Bill was ready to take the next step; coming out. M/n wasn’t, he still isn’t. Coming out is terrifying, especially to an entire fanbase, especially in 2014. 

It’s been a couple weeks since the release of Tokio Hotels new album, Kings of Suburbia. M/n can tell that there are some songs about him, he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been writing a song about Bill too. 

He loves him still and he hopes with all his heart that Bill still loves him. 

So as he sits in this radio station, ready to hop on the radio and sing one of his songs live, he second guesses which one he should actually sing. It would be a shot in the dark to sing the song he wrote for Bill, what are the chances that he’s actually listening to the radio right now? Despite it, M/n knows it's now or never, the record label would never sell something where M/n is clearly talking about a male lover. 

“Hello everybody! Today we have M/n with us, he’s going to sing one of his songs!” The broadcaster announces not noticing the way M/n’s body shakes with nerves. “What song are you going to sing?” 

It’s now or never, right? “I’m going to sing a new song that I recently wrote, first ever listen on air.” M/n smiles through his shaking hands, this could be the end of his career.

“Really?!” The broadcaster looks shocked but excited. “Well let's get into it then!”

The second M/n hears the soundtrack to his song playing in the background he knows there's no backing out of it. Everything in his body telling him to turn tail and run goes off in his head like a series of hurricane sirens. He can only hope Bill is listening. 

— — — —

Bill hates to admit it, but he’s stuck on M/n, almost obsessive over what he’s doing and who he’s with. He knows he shouldn’t act like this, he ended things for God’s sake, but he can’t stop himself from tuning the radio to the station he heard M/n was going to be singing on. 

At first he just had it on for background noise, but after hearing M/n is going to be singing a new song, he puts down his notebook and listens.

The sound is strange, nothing Bill has ever heard from M/n before. It’s almost churchy, something that M/n definitely does not lean to. As soon as the intro closes a beautiful melody plays and Bill instantly knows the song will be a sad one. 

“Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners…” Bill once again finds it to be strange that M/n is singing about this but turns up the volume anyway, loving the sound of his voice. Missing it. 

Bill sits with his knees to his chest, Pumba at his side supporting him. 

“...Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind…” The way his voice sings makes Bill’s chest ache, it sounds so genuine. Each break in his voice breaks down Bill's defenses. 

“...Much too blind to see the damage he's done. Sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one…” An apology. Something Bill didn’t know he wanted until this moment. The way his heart fills with warmth at the sound of the discret apology makes him feel shameful for his feelings of breaking up with him. 

Pumba has now gotten up, trying to play with Bill, but the singer rejects him. Feeling the need to focus on everything M/n is saying or singing for that matter. 

“So I'll wait for you, love. And I'll burn. Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn?” Bill almost chuckles at the last question, something he has said to M/n time and time again during their fights. Fights that Bill now finds to be pointless arguments used to push each other's buttons. 

“Hey Bill, what do you want to eat?” Tom walks into the room asking only to find his brother curled in on himself on the floor, watching the radio like he can see through it to the other side. The older twin is about to ask what is wrong when he hears the familiar voice over through the stereo. A voice both of the twins have grown up with and found to love, the voice of a former friend. 

“...My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come…” Tom makes his way to Bill before sitting beside him and putting an arm over his shoulders. This break up has been one of the hardest things Tom has to witness his brother going through. Bill even got back into the old habit of sleeping in his brother's room for comfort, scared to be alone after years of falling asleep with a familiar warmth beside him or pressed into him. 

“...My kingdom for a kiss upon his shoulder. It's never over. All my riches for his smiles when I've slept so soft against him…” Bill’s eyes blow wide with shock. “Holy shit… Did he just say he?” Tom could barely talk either, his mouth slack. M/n has always been terrified to reveal anything about his sexuality and now he’s doing it live. He can’t take it back or say it was a slip up of words. He actually took that leap. 

“...It's never over. All my blood for the sweetness of his laughter. It's never over. He is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever…” Suddenly, Bill throws his face into Tom's neck, crying at the words. A simple change of pronouns sending Bill into a fit of sobs. Bill doesn’t even know if he’s happy or sad. He’s happy M/n did it, but they’re not together anymore. M/n isn’t his like he used to be and Bill is so scared he won’t get him back. 

“...Too deaf, dumb and blind to see the damage I've done. Sweet lover, you should've come over. Oh, love, well I've waited for you. Lover, lover, lover. Lover, love, love, love, love, love, love!

Lover, you should've come over 'cause it's not too late.” The emotion in M/n’s voice is evident, the sadness, the yearning, the regret, everything on display for everyone to hear. Bill wishes he could listen to the sweet words on repeat, to hear M/n call him those names once more. To hold him and tell him everything will be okay, but he’s not here with him. 

M/n did this for him. 

— — — —

When the song finishes M/n is rushed out of the station by his manager. His manager yells obscenities at him, but M/n couldn’t care less, this is his life and he wants to live it with Bill. Despite everything, he hopes Bill heard, he hopes Bill still wants this as much as he does. 

All of that is confirmed to be true when he receives a text from ‘Bill <3’ that reads, “Call me.”

There's no need to hide anymore, he loves Bill more than anything and would do anything for him. 

[colbyskies]

Situationship

Tom Kaulitz x Male!Reader 8.1k Words Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would. 

“Tell me about your day, baby,” M/n says, kneeling on the floor while unzipping Tom’s pants. M/n knows exactly how his day went, a busy day full of photoshoots and interviews. Annoying interviewers breathing down their necks and asking personal questions about their love lives or personal health. Thankfully, it is the band’s last busy day for a week, a vacation long overdue for the teens. 

Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would. 

Is it something either of them wanted? Yes, but in this way? No. What they both want is need, want, support, desire, affection, something they can come back to at night, but they only bargained a couple of their chips. Leaving them as friends with benefits, a label they never put to their casual dance, but something they both know to be true.

Tom’s back is against the now locked door to his bedroom in the band’s shared house, M/n on his knees in front of him. The sudden contact of M/n's cold hand on his hard cock elicits a sharp moan from the guitarist as he thrusts his hips into the others hand. 

“Photoshoots…ahh..” Tom groans as M/n takes him whole, swallowing his cock down his throat. “I…Interviews..” He manages to stutter out over the immense pleasure on his lower half. God he needs this, he needs the feeling of M/n’s warm mouth on the tip of his cock, taking him further with each suck. The cold feeling of his tongue piercing brushing along a vein on his dick and swirling his tip, teasing his slit every so often. M/n sucks him so well, hallowing his cheeks going down with an open throat and sucking as he pulls back. 

His hands dig into M/n’s hair, pulling him off his dick and bringing his face to his. “Kiss me,” Tom whispers against M/n’s lips. The other complies, kissing him hard, pushing him further against the door—trapping him. With his hands on either side of Tom’s head, he lets one of them trail down Tom’s waist until he reaches the end of his oversized shirt. He pulls eagerly, raising it to let his hand rest on Tom’s toned stomach. The sensation dragging another muffled moan from the back of Tom's throat. 

Tom helps him and pulls the rest of his shirt off, leaving his upper body exposed to the cool elements causing him to shiver. M/n drags him away from the wall and pushes him into the bed, Tom gasps as his back hits the mattress. Something he is very used to by now. Always being thrown around the bedroom by M/n, sometimes throwing him around himself but not usually. M/n takes on more of an authoritative role and he knows for a fact that if that got to the rest of the band, they would make his life a living hell.

If Tom is being honest, sometimes he wants what's going on between the two of them to be heard. He wants everyone to know what they’re doing, what M/n is doing to him more specifically. It pains him to know that M/n can’t be his. At least not in the way he truly wants. 

M/n undresses the rest of his body slowly, like he always does. He says he’s savouring every bit—wanting it to last. Tom loves it. He loves the attention M/n gives him as he kisses down his body, sticking to certain sides or certain pressure points M/n has learned. 

His teeth graze over Tom’s body causing him to shudder, his breathing quickly becoming erratic. The crook of Tom’s neck has grown all too familiar with M/n’s soft touch. M/n doesn’t know if he wants to devour every part of him or worship his beautiful body, all he does know is that it’s his name he wants Tom to scream out. 

So he trails further. 

“You’re so beautiful, Tom.” M/n mumbles kissing his chest. God, the way he says his name makes his heart beat a hundred miles per second. His breathing almost in time with that. All he wants is M/n—in any way the other will serve. 

“Every piece of you is gorgeous.” He kisses his stomach this time, eliciting a moan from the guitarist. Every touch sends him into a spiral, wanting more. He’s never known such hunger before he and M/n drunkenly had sex for the first time. It sent him into oblivion. Loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around his body, his cock inside of him, his breath against his neck, just the thought of their first night together gets him hard. 

Tom hears the lube bottle opening before he feels a cold finger pressing against him. Instinctively, he spreads his legs to give M/n more space. M/n has a ritual it seems, with the way he pulls Tom under his current, ripping him out to sea with pleasure. It’s always the same routine, circling him before he pushes in a finger, waiting until Tom is a moaning and whimpering mess, begging him for more. Only then will he add the next finger, it’s in those moments where Tom hates that he’s a boy. If he was a girl this would be far quicker, he’d be able to feel M/n’s cock brushing against his prostate in a more timely manner. 

M/n has explained to him many times why he likes to drag out stretching him, “It makes your orgasm better,” Tom can’t deny it, but God does he hate it. 

While Tom is daydreaming, M/n removes his clothes and soon after the third finger is added he presses himself into Tom.

Tom looks up at M/n his eyes half-lidded as he breathes himself away from the edge, pulling away from the very thing he desires. M/n feels so good inside him, the way his cock twitches ever so slightly with each small movement. “Move.” Tom whispers, wrapping his legs around M/n’s waist and pulling him closer to him. His arms are wrapped around his neck pulling him into his chest, needing him closer.

M/n starts out slow this time, pushing in and out of Tom with no rhythm in mind, building a pace as he goes. Every time they have sex it’s different, sometimes it starts out fast, desperate, needy. Other times it’s slow, painfully so. A pace perfect when dragging out small whines from Tom, a pace that makes him desperate. Then other times it starts out slow but quickly builds into a fast pace, holding them both above the edge for only minutes before allowing them both to fall over. 

That’s how it is now. M/n using Tom to bring them both to the edge, quickly. The pace is almost excruciating. Tom calls out M/n’s name, his heart rate pounding strongly against his ribs. Just for a second Tom wonders if the others can hear them, if they can hear the moans coming from both of them, the way the bed hits the wall every other thrust, or the whimpers as Tom begs M/n to go faster. 

“Please.. M/n…Fuck God..Im so close..” Tom whimpers, digging his nails into M/n back, dragging them from his shoulders to his waist. They both said not to mark each other, but after the second time they couldn’t hold back from bruising the other. 

His dreads are damp from the combined sweat forming around the two of them. “Me too baby, god you're so perfect, so good for me.” Tom whines at the praise, pulling M/n closer to him causing the other to adjust slightly. The change making M/n hit his prostate with every thrust. 

“Oh fuck…ahh…” Tom cries out, throwing his head back into the pillows, his mouth open and his brows knitted together. “Fuck…I love you..” the guitarist moans, falling over the edge. Tom’s legs shake from their spot around M/n’s waist and the other groans from the way Tom clenches around his dick. With one final thrust M/n falls over the edge too. 

“What did you say?” M/n asks, concerned. Tom looks up at him with wide eyes, finally realizing what he said to the other right before they both came down from their high. The other quickly pulls out of Tom and puts his clothes on. Usually he stays to clean Tom up and make sure he’s okay, but that confession—if that's even what to call it—shook him to his core. 

“M/n–” 

“No Tom, we can’t get involved like that. You clearly have developed feelings. I can’t– We can't. I'm sorry.” With a look of remorse on his face he moves to the doorframe, giving Tom one last glance before walking out and down the hall to his vacated room. Tom lays in his bed naked and motionless, regretting the words that accidentally fell from his mouth in a moment of vulnerability. The feeling of rejection brews in his stomach and he almost wants to throw up at the feeling of come, from the person who rejected him, inside of him still. 

He wants to take a shower, to wash off the decision he made. Maybe pretend like the last year never happened. That the two of them hadn’t fallen into the curse of casual, no strings attached, sex, but it had and Tom fucked it up by catching feelings. He fucked up. He fucked up so bad. 

M/n probably won't look at him the same, maybe just avoid him altogether. That thought in and of itself hurts Tom to think about. His chest aches for the relief of seeing him down the hallway and knowing that later that night they’ll be entangled in each other and their sheets, but that won’t happen anymore. 

Tom rolls over in the bed, pulling one of his pillows to his chest. Ironically, it’s a pillow that smells a lot like M/n. Sobs rack his body, God did he fuck up. Out of all the things to fuck up, it just had to be this? Tom had convinced himself that if he couldn’t have M/n the way he really wanted at least he got to see his most intimate moments, but now he doesn’t even have that. 

He fucked up so bad.

— — — — —

Tom has been lying in bed for hours only in his boxers. His body now covered by his duvet, which had fallen to the floor during their earlier activities. His head, chest, and eyes ache from sobbing into his pillows. 

He hears four knocks at his door and with everything he hopes that it is M/n coming to apologize for rejecting him. To hold him and tell him that he was sorry, that he just freaked out, but that he loves Tom just as much as the other. 

“Tom?” The voice is his brothers. He groans into his pillow, his heart clenching as his hopes are crushed once again. “Tom, can I come in?” Bill doesn’t wait for an answer before he opens the door, only to see his older brother in shambles. 

“Fuck Tom, what happened?” Bill asks moving to sit behind Tom. Just at the question, everything comes running back to Tom and he starts to sob again. “Tom..” Bill whispers sadly, he has rarely ever seen Tom like this, only a couple of times. When he told Bill he no longer wanted to live and when their biological father had left them. Every time it broke Bill's heart.  

Bill rubs a hand up and down Tom’s sides before hugging him in an awkward position. “Bill, it hurts.” Tom turns around in his bed and hugs his brother's waist, needing some form of comfort. Despite knowing nothing of what happened, Bill continues to comfort Tom. 

“It’s okay, Tom. It’s okay.” He reassures, holding his brother back with as much force as his brother is holding him. It’s times like these where Bill wishes they never had a twin bond, being able to feel the amount of pain Tom is in makes him want to cry into his brother's arms too. But he can't. He knows that he has to hold his ground for Tom, just like Tom has always done for him.

“You need to take a shower, you smell,” Bill mumbles, the smell of sex still clinging to Tom’s skin. Bill releases Tom from his hug to go find him clothes to wear. Bill pulls Tom out of bed and drags him down the hall to the bathroom. 

Bill is observant of the way Tom hides his eyes, refusing to look to the door where their bandmate is probably sleeping. Bill is always observant, always noticing the little things about people, their changes in personality, or even changes between two people. The way a relationship might change between two individuals. Bill can tell that the relationship between Tom and M/n has changed very drastically, but he doesn’t want to assume, so he keeps his thoughts to himself. 

“I’ll be waiting for you in your room for when you’re done,” Bill tells Tom after he starts the water for him. Tom refuses to look at his brother, keeping his eyes casted on the ground before he nods slowly. Bill smiles comfortingly, despite knowing the other can’t see it, he hopes that he can at least feel it. 

Bill leaves the bathroom and makes his way to Tom’s room. He removes his sheets and brings it all down the laundry room to wash, then covers Tom’s bed in a new set of sheets. Tom takes long showers, so he doesn’t have to worry much about time. Once he’s done he makes his way to the room of the person he really wants to talk to. 

He knocks a couple of times before the door opens to a dishevelled boy. “What's up, Bill?” M/n asks, his words slightly slurred. Of course he knows. 

“Just wanna talk,” Bill says kindly. He is so good with faking what he’s thinking it's almost scary. M/n always claps Bill on the back for the way he handles all the bad shit said to him during interviews, he always smiles and nods while the rest of them struggle to sit still waiting to beat the shit out of the interviewer. I guess that's why Bill’s the frontman, he can keep his cool—most of the time at least. 

M/n says nothing, but opens his door wider as an invitation. He takes a seat on his bed while Bill sits on the chair across from him. 

“What did you do to Tom?” The question is anything but nice, Bill's sharp tone causing M/n to flinch slightly in his seat. 

“I didn’t–”

“Don't give me that bullshit, M/n. I know something happened between you two, he hasn't acted like this in a long time.” Bill stares pointedly at M/n, watching his every move. The way he nervously runs his hands up and down his thigh or bites at his nails. Bill hates when people bite their nails, simply because he does it himself and he hates that it’s a nervous tic he acquired. 

“How do you know it was me?” M/n refuses to meet the others eyes staring at his thighs or his floor. Wanting nothing more than to curl in on himself. It’s not his fault Tom caught feelings, it’s not his fault he's not ready for anything more than casual sex. 

“Because he was a lot happier when you were closer, nothing could break him this much besides you.” The way he words it strikes M/n hard, his eyes well up with tears, but he fights them with everything he has. 

He’s not ready for something like that. What Tom wants from him he can't give. He can’t be there for Tom like he should, he can’t show him the affection he deserves, Tom is so much better than M/n and deserves someone who will treat him like royalty. That isn’t him. 

“You know what has been going on between us, I know you do. I also know that you know exactly what happened, so stop asking me about it and ask your brother who should be more than happy to share his side of things.” M/n’s tone is harsh, finally looking at Bill with a glare, his hands in fists on his legs. Bill hates this side of M/n, the side of him that gets defensive at every wary glance or questioning stare. He can’t show that he is vulnerable so instead he attacks whoever tries to push him to that point. 

“You’re such an asshole, M/n,” Bill scoffs annoyed, before standing up and leaving his room with a slam of his door. It's not like he doesn't like Tom like that, because he does, he just can’t get involved. He’s too scared. 

— — — — —

Knowing that he is living under the same roof as the boy that just rejected him pains Tom. How is he supposed to live comfortably knowing that every moment they pass each other will be an uncomfortable moment? Or how will the shows be now? Fans will definitely be able to see the tension in their lack of chemistry on stage. Bild is going to catch wind and blow everything up in their face. 

Tom can just imagine the rumours going around about one of them leaving the band or being kicked out, just wanting to finish the tour before having to get a new member. If Tom hadn’t gone and ruined everything by saying those three fucking words, everything would still be normal. Or at least as normal as casual sex with your best friend can be. 

He sits on his bed wrapping a towel around the dreads he failed to keep dry under the shower. His eyes still ache from crying, he can imagine his face is red and puffy. Tom has never been this upset over rejection before, yeah obviously it’s happened in the past, but not in a while and usually not by someone he actually has feelings for. It's pathetic honestly. 

His thoughts are interrupted by Bill walking into his room. “Hey, you okay?” His voice is soft and kind, like it always is. Something Tom grew up hearing and still loves the way he can comfort him by the sound alone. 

“Yeah,” Tom mumbles, his voice hoarse. He always hated being vulnerable around people, especially his brother. He is the older brother even if it's only by a few minutes. Being the protector is just what he grew into, Bill shouldn’t have to worry about if he’s okay or not, that's not his responsibility. 

Bill takes a deep breath from beside him, his hands resting in his lap as he plays with his fingers. “I know what's been going on between you two, I’ve known for a while.” Tom's heart drops, shit. “And no, I don't hate you or anything for liking guys. I’ve had my fair share of exploring myself, I just hate to see this side of you Tom.” The guitarist's rising heart rate evens out and he tries to distract himself by squeezing the water out of his dreads. “I’m not saying you need to talk to me about it, but I'm opening that line of communication.”

Tom takes a deep breath trying to push himself away from the edge of tears, though even if he wanted to he probably doesn’t have anything left in him to cry. “It's been going on for a while, maybe a year now? Basically I told him I loved him, I don’t know why I would fucking say that.” Tom snickers hiding his head in his hands. 

“Tomi, that's not your fault.” Bill hugs Tom from the side, Tom hugging him back. “We were perfect Billa, then I just had to go and bring feelings into it.”

“That wouldn’t have worked out and you know that. Eventually, your feelings would have eaten you alive.” Of course he knows that, he knew that the second he started to catch feelings. He just wanted M/n to treat him even the slightest way of what he really needed from him and if that was just sex then that’s how it was. Tom would have to learn to deal with it. 

“Why doesn’t he love me, Billa?” Bill feels tears brim his eyes, Tom doesn’t deserve this. He deserves to feel loved and be loved, to be held and told that everything will be okay. 

“I’m not sure that's true, Tomi.” Bill knows that M/n likes him back, he just won't act upon it for whatever reason. Instead he leaves Tom to feel this awful pain like the selfish dickbag he is. 

“What do you mean?” Tom breaks out of the hug, looking at Bill for the first time in a couple hours. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, tear stains marking his cheeks. 

“M/n..He’s very closed off as I’m sure you know. You might’ve just freaked him out, maybe he feels the same way but is scared to make something of it.”

“I don’t get why though.” Tom looks away from Bill taking in what he said. Processing it slowly, does M/n really like him back? Is he just too scared to admit it to himself? Why would he let Tom feel like this if he did? 

“I don't either, Tomi.”

It doesn’t feel like it matters now though. Not when M/n probably won’t talk to him, won’t look at him— when M/n can barely be in the same room as Tom. Tom doesn’t want to lean into Bill's words, because what if Bill is wrong? What if M/n just hates him now and that’s that? Realistically, that’s probably it. Didn’t Tom cross such a line when he fell for M/n anyways? And to confess mid orgasm— the line has been erased, it’s gone, there is no line because now, after that, there is nothing. 

— — — — —

It’s been a couple of days, the behaviour from the two boys has raised suspicion from the G’s. They constantly try to corner one of them and ask what’s wrong, Bill usually comes to Tom's aid, but M/n is left to fend for himself. He comes up with bullshit excuses one after the other, of course Tom heard them all. Every time they would corner M/n he listens to what they’re saying, trying to figure out what he's going to say to get the G’s off his back. And each time he walks away more hurt than the last. 

It seems that whatever M/n says as an excuse is always putting the blame on Tom, “Toms just being moody…Tom tried to punch me or something…Tom can’t get his head straight…” Each fucking time it’s Tom, the fucking nerve M/n has to continuously blame him is astonishing. 

Then he has the nerve to try and talk to Tom? To try and get him to talk back to him? M/n has tried talking to Tom many times this week, knocking on his door in the middle of the night when Bill is asleep, cornering him while he gets himself food or a drink of water. Tom ignores him every time, sick and tired of listening to the lies he tells himself and everyone else. 

But tonight neither of them are lucky enough to avoid each other. The G’s and Bill have gone out to dinner and a movie, something that Tom and M/n aren't interested in. Surprise. Surprise. Yet, they hoped the other would be so they could get the house to themselves to just fucking think without the consistent noise. 

The first hour flies by fast, M/n locked away in his room while Tom sits on the couch downstairs watching a show he recently started. 

Around the second hour M/n grows restless, knowing that now is the only opportunity he’ll probably get to talk to Tom, so he throws on a shirt and walks downstairs. He sees Tom sitting on the couch, snacking on some skittles Bill bought for him. Bill always buys everyone something during his shopping sprees, this time M/n was the only one Bill didn’t buy anything for. 

He sits beside Tom despite his best judgement. Tom ignores him, refusing to look at him, offer him his food like he has in the past, or catch him up on the show. 

“Tomi.” M/n starts, his hand sweating nervously as he rubs them together. 

“Dont fucking call me that.” Tom snaps, still watching the TV. His hands in fists on his basketball shorts. 

“Tom, please talk to me, stop ignoring me. I like you too, Tom.” The other confesses, trying to get Tom to say anything to him. 

Tom looks over to M/n pissed off, his jaw clenched so much M/n fears that it hurts. “Stop ignoring you? After you let me sit in the pain of being rejected!” M/n says nothing, looking away from Tom. Regret seeping into him as his heart aches. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” The million dollar question that M/n has some bullshit excuse for. Excuse after fucking excuse. 

“Because I was–I am scared.” 

“You were scared? Scared of what? Crawling out of your self centred shell?!” M/n’s heart speeds up. He’s terrified. Terrified of what that even means—being together. Being one, growing dependent on one another. How is he supposed to handle that? Especially with a boy in 2008. A boy. People get killed for shit like that all the time, they’re famous. How are they supposed to hide something that big from the entire world?

“Now Tom you know that’s not true,” M/n says trying to ease Tom away from his anger, pull him into him like he used to do every night. What if he can’t fix this? What if their relationship is really broken now? 

“Do I? I don’t even fucking know you any more! What else have you been hiding from me?!” Tom's words strike M/n. Does he really think that way? Does he think that he’s been hiding stuff from him like that? “You left me wondering if we were even still friends! You just left! What the hell was I supposed to think M/n? How was I supposed to feel?” Tom's eyes are wide, his heart is beating twice as fast and tears start to brim his eyes the more the conversation continues.

“Tom. I can’t tell you how to feel. I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I'm just. I am so fucking scared to be in a relationship right now and with a boy? That's even more scary. What if we can't hide it? You know the state of the world right now is not that good. How can we hide something that big from Bild or the fucking fans.” Tom stays quiet, allowing M/n to tell him everything. To share why exactly he let Tom sit on his broken heart for days while M/n spread lies about why they truly stopped talking. 

“I hate being famous sometimes Tom, everything we do, every time we breathe, its a fucking headiner. I don’t want to put you at risk, Tom. I love you and I am so fucking scared because ive never felt this way before, I dont know how to act upon this. I don't want to get hurt in the process.” M/ns crying now, tears falling quickly down his pale cheeks. He refuses to look at Tom, not wanting him to see him this vulnerable. 

Tom aches for him, but he can’t forgive him that fast. He can’t let M/n think what he did is okay, what he said to the G’s and what he let Tom believe. None of it is okay. Honestly, Tom doesn’t know if he can trust him right now. 

“I am too. I don’t want this to get out because of all the hate it will bring but I do still love you. If I'm going to be completely honest though, I don't know if I can trust you as I once did. After what you said to the G’s and how you handled this situation. You could’ve told me from the start M/n.” Tom looks at the other, the tears in his eyes falling, all of the emotions he hides under an angry mask falling. His heart clenches in his chest for all he wants to do is bring the other in his arms, hold him and be held back. But he can’t. 

“I need time, M/n, to recover from this. I don’t know how long, but I hope you can wait for me.” M/n smiles sadly, he knows that he fucked up. The way he handled all of this is just unbelievably fucked. It hurts knowing he can’t have Tom right now, but he’ll just have to deal with it. The same way Tom did. 

“I understand, Tom. I'll wait for you.” M/n pulls Tom into a hug, the other tensing at first before easing into his touch. Fuck. It would make his life so much easier to just forgive and forget right now, but he knows he shouldn't. The relationship would be strained and he can’t do that to M/n. He can’t do that to himself. 

— — — —

The months have passed by really fast. The band is on another tour, this time in the states. Somewhere they always wanted to stay for a long while and it just so happens that David decided that Tom and M/n would be rooming together in their hotel. He used the excuse that to buy five separate hotel rooms would be insane. Bill is the only one that got his own room, he practically begged the management, saying that if he didn’t he wouldn’t be his ‘best self’ or some bullshit like that. Both of them have grown more comfortable with each other, Tom starting to trust M/n more. Lean into his touches, reach out for closeness, things were finally going back to normal. 

So after a long night of clubbing, Tom and M/n make their way back to their shared room. Both of them have come down from the effects of the alcohol they drank, one could say they were completely sober. 

M/n struggles to get the keycard to work and allow the door to unlock so Tom knocks him to the side and does it himself. “First try,” Tom says with a smirk. Fucking cocky bastard. Both of them walk into the room, only to notice that it only has one bed. What fucking joke is being played right now?

Tom looks slightly bothered but continues further into the room, setting the stuff he brought with him on the side where the management had placed his bags. M/n makes his way to the opposite side of the room doing the same thing, both of them dig through their bags looking for something to sleep in for the night.

“M/n?” Tom calls out the others' names, still searching for something to wear.

“What's up?” 

“Can I borrow one of your sweatpants or shorts? I can't seem to find mine and I don't want to throw my clothes around.” M/n is a bit taken aback by the question but compiles anyway. 

“Yeah, sure.” M/n says searching through his bag for something that would fit Tom comfortably. Eventually settling on a pair of grey sweatpants. “Here.” He throws them in Toms direction, the other catching them with his hand before heading to the bathroom to change.

The second Tom walks out of the bathroom, M/n is left to face his feelings head on. Yeah, Tom has worn his clothes before, but he looks so good in that pair of grey sweatpants M/n gave him. M/n always likes when Tom wears tighter clothing, now is no different. 

And there’s that stupid warmth in M/n’s heart again– the kind that he could never truly ignore. Yeah, sure, he wants nothing more than to fuck Tom stupid after seeing him in his clothes; but under all of that, he wants to hold Tom close and whisper promises of love into his ear until he never doubts how M/n feels. 

“What?” Tom asks, genuinely confused by the others stare. 

M/n’s adams apple bobs as he swallows his rising nerves. “Nothing, you just look really good in my clothes.”

Tom’s cheeks dust pink, but he ignores it as he continues to drop off his dirty clothes into his bag. “I love you M/n.” He whispers more so to himself, not expecting the other to respond. 

Despite how much they’ve changed over the past couple of months, he's still scared. Scared M/n will wake up one day and change his mind, scared he’s too much to handle, scared that M/n won’t want such a big commitment after seeing how Tom is like in a relationship. Every day he seems to be reminding himself that the other has changed. M/n tries to be physical with him without breaking his boundaries, tries to get closer to him, to understand him better and Tom really does appreciate that. But still, there's a thought in the back of his mind terrified to start something with him. 

“I love you too, Tomi,” The other says back, his voice seemingly closer than it was a second ago, almost directly behind the guitarist. Is he really ready for this? Ready for something this big? It’s a big step in their relationship, something that will change them forever. A commitment that will change the vibe of the band altogether if something were to happen between them, is that worth the risk? Is M/n worth that risk? 

His heart beats heavy against his ribs as he leans his face closer to M/n’s, his lips right next to the shell of his ear.

“Prove it.” He whispers before pulling back and gently pressing their lips together, both of their eyes fluttering closed. The kiss is warm, familiar, not rushed like their others. M/n’s lips are soft against his. Tom’s heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest, his nerves jittering inside of him with both fear and want. The warmth blooming in his heart is overwhelming, yet familiar, something he has always pushed aside not wanting to give himself to the feeling. He wants to feel loved, he wants to feel needed, desired. He wants to feel it in every touch, every kiss, every whisper against his skin. He wants to really feel it. “Make love to me.”

It is then when M/n falls under Tom's spell for once, pushing their lips together roughly. Something he missed so much. Their breathing becomes hard and ragged together, touches go from light to needy.

M/n holds Tom’s face in his hands, feeling the soft tears falling from his eyes—relief. “I love you so much, baby.” M/n reassures, pulling Tom impossibly closer. They both taste of alcohol and cigarettes from earlier that night. 

Tom is the first to pull away, “I thought I had lost you, that I fucked stuff up so bad between us that you would never talk to me again.” Tom refuses to look in M/n’s eyes, keeping his eyes on his hands playing with the hem of the other's shirt. 

M/n grabs Tom’s chin, forcing the guitarist to look at him. “You will never lose me, Tom. Never.” He brushes his hands through his dreads, grabbing the base of Tom’s neck and pushing his face back into his. The kiss is deep, desperate, longing, a sensation neither of them allowed themselves to feel. Tom feels drunk on M/n, the way his hands slide from his neck to his chest, smoothing out his shirt, or the way his mouth pulls on his lip piercing. M/n drives him crazy. 

M/n starts to suck on his piercing, playing with the jewellery on Tom’s lip, eliciting a quiet moan from the other. Tom does the same, sucking on M/n’s upper lips as the other controls them, moving them closer to the bed. M/n’s lips move from his lips, down his jawline, then his neck, finding his sweet spot almost instantly. Heat rises in Tom’s stomach as he presses himself further into M/n. 

M/n’s butterfly-like kisses grow deeper, pulling Tom under. Deep, needy kisses glue to his neck, dragging small moans from Tom. The guitarist grows hotter the more the seconds pass and oh does it affect M/n too. The sound of Tom’s panting and breathy moans shoots bolts down to M/n’s groin almost making the other grind his hips down. The idea of making love to Tom, the person he’s been lusting over—loving—for years now causes his head to fill with fog and desire. 

M/n leads Tom further onto the mattress, pushing him down against the pillows on the top of the bed, his hands skillfully working Tom’s shirt from his body as Tom does the same to him. Soon both of them are only in their boxers, grabbing at each other with desperate hands. 

Tom’s head is filled with beautiful fog, only focused on the way M/n’s mouth follows a line down his chest. His nipple is caught in the other's mouth, his mouth pulling and nipping at the sensitive skin. Tom grows restless, needing something more. He grinds up into M/n hoping the other will meet his hips and give him that long awaited friction he’s needed for months.

Thankfully, he gets the message, following Tom’s hips back into the mattress, pressing him further into the black satin sheets. He whimpers, holding his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound so that his brother in the next room doesn't hear their activities. M/n sucks and bites at his nipples hard, pulling moans from the deepest parts of his chest, leaving marks on every part of Tom's body he allows him to touch.

When M/n pulls away to admire the way Tom looks under him, he is greeted with the sight of a rightfully debauched boy. His cheeks dust pink, his hand covers his mouth, and his chest rises and falls at a quick pace.

“Please, M/n. I need you,” Tom pants, removing his hand from his mouth to pull the other closer to him, urging him to do more. 

“Of course, angel.” M/n softly kisses Tom’s parted lips as his hand trails to the waistband of Tom’s boxers.

“Oh god, please.” Tom begs, thrusting his hips into M/n’s hand with a whimper. 

M/n removes both of their boxers and presses their naked cocks together harshly, pulling groans from both of them. Tom’s hands rush to meet M/n’s chest, brushing his hands over his nipples and over his muscular shoulder before trailing his hands down to his waist, squeezing the excess skin. M/n almost loses his footing, consumed by the feeling of Tom’s hands on his body. 

They both crave the intimate touch of the other. “I need you, M/n. Fuck just hurry.” M/n takes that as his sign to start stretching Tom. He grabs the lube he had hidden in a pocket of his bag and opens it with shaky hands. Yes, they’ve done this before, but it didn’t mean as much as it does now. 

He coats his fingers in a thick layer, before pressing his first finger into Tom, completely ignoring the ritual he developed. He just needs Tom, now more than ever. He loosens him quickly, always slightly pushing against his prostate, teasing him, leaving the other a moaning mess.

“Are you ready?” M/n asks with a light kiss on the side of Tom’s collarbone. 

“Please.” Tom’s head fills with worry, not about the sex about what comes after. They need to talk, think about their options before they move into something more serious. Tom needs to talk to Bill, get his opinion and hope that he doesn’t fill his head with opposite emotions. 

M/n pushes into Tom, pulling Tom out of his worries. Tom’s arms wrap around the others shoulders the further he pushes in. Despite having done this many times, he will never get used to the feeling of being stretched in places deeper than M/n’s fingers could reach. 

M/n thighs shake from holding back the need to thrust in and out of Tom at a fast pace. His breath quickens as he is enveloped further into Tom. Tom is divine. His voice, his touch, the way he can bend M/n to his will, he loves every part of Tom. His being is angelic and he took that for granted before, but never will he do that again. 

M/n's skin burned under the pressure of Tom's fingernails, as Tom’s chest heaved. Tom’s legs were wrapped around his thighs, breathy little ahhhs escaping his lips. M/n waits for Tom to feel comfortable to start the pace himself and only begins to move when Tom rocks into his cock. The feeling almost overwhelming at first, M/n hits Tom’s prostate with precision each time M/n thrusts back into him. 

The heat in each of them flows into their body stronger, almost burning them. It moves from their chests to their abdomens, steadily holding onto their bodies and building more and more with each deep push. 

Tom’s breathing speeds up and they both know that he’s close. Close to being pushed over that edge he’s been yearning for, for months. Months he went untouched by M/n longing for a moment where the other would hug him or brush their hands together. He buries his face into M/n’s neck, his hot breath warming the other’s skin. 

“I’m close… Faster.” Tom huffs out of breath, thrusting his hips into M/n in time with the others pace. Growing their heat into a ball of fire. 

Tom is the first to expel that heat, falling from heaven as his thighs shake and his hips jerk back into M/n. M/n uses him, pressing against his prostate with each thrust leaving Tom to cry and whine at the overstimulation and abuse on his body. M/n falls over the edge too, falling onto Tom as he comes down from his high, his body shaking still. 

He slides off of the guitarist and lays beside him, both of them breathing heavily. 

“Thank you,” Tom pants, holding his arm on his forehead. His eyes are closed, reminiscing the pleasure he just felt. It is nothing like the way they would fuck every night, this is far different. This holds more importance. This is real. 

“I love you, Tom.” M/n whispers into the other's hair, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him towards his chest. He means it and he hopes that Tom can feel his honesty in each word. 

“I love you too.” Tom mumbles tiredly, pushing himself back into M/n’s embrace allowing the other to hold him. For the first time in a while, Tom finds comfort in M/n’s embrace, missing it. With each breath fanning over his neck from the other or the way his chest presses more into his back as he inhales, he falls into a deeper sleep. Realizing only then that M/n never needed to prove it to him, he meant it from the start. He never wanted to hurt Tom, he needs Tom just as much as Tom needs him. Tom soon falls asleep to the feeling of the others' steady heart rate on his back, lulling him to sleep. 

— — — —

M/n is awake when Tom opens his eyes, Tom smiles as he rubs at his aching eyes. The events from the night before stir in his mind and for the first time in a while he's scared. He's scared of M/n, scared of what happened, scared of what's to come. He needs to think. He needs breathing room, but he fears that he’s already asked too much of M/n. He’s asked him to wait and he did just that, but if he asks him again after coming onto him it would just seem like he's playing him. Tom just needs to be careful, he doesn’t want his heart broken again. 

Tom gets out of bed first, stretching his aching body from the hours of playing on stage last night and the partying. His head pounds, despite getting back sober he still feels hungover. His body catches up to him too fast sometimes. M/n just watches him, almost scared that if he makes the wrong move Tom will leave him again. Though that is highly unfair for him to say. 

Tom walks to the bathroom to relieve himself and to think about everything. To put everything in his head onto a platter and observe what he’s feeling. He’s never been good with his feelings, always trying to shove them away into some hidden compartments, but now more than ever he needs to actually think about what he wants from this.  

Soon he hears rustling from outside the door, clearly M/n trying to figure out how to use the shitty coffee machine in the hotel room. His attempts seem to be futile by the continuous swearing coming from beyond the door. 

Tom wants this. He wants to wake up next to the other every day, be allowed to casually kiss him without having to worry about crossing a line, he wants him. He wants what M/n can offer. Tom is ready to open himself up to the other and put all his trust in him. He wants to do it right this time.

The guitarist opens the bathroom door and laughs at the sight before him. M/n struggling with the coffee machine, clearly on the edge of throwing it out the window.

“Look at you, trying to be a good boyfriend and make me coffee.” Tom smiles, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. 

M/n looks at him shocked, freezing for a moment, his mouth agape. “Well it's the least a boyfriend can do, but apparently the stupid coffee machine doesn't work. So how about I take you to that cafe instead,” M/n says, walking over towards Tom, grabbing him by the waist and kissing him softly. Memories from last night flood Tom's brain, that same kiss planted on every part of his body, the marks there to remind him when he takes a shower later. 

Tom hums into the kiss, “Maybe you should.” He smiles, kissing him again. “Let me take a shower then we can go.” 

His words reassure M/n, let him know that last night had been okay. That he trusts M/n.

“Okay, baby.” M/n smiles at Tom, before gently pushing him towards the bathroom to take a shower so they can leave as soon as possible. Neither of them really wanting to run into the rest of the band knowing the fact that they were very vocal last night and the hickeys covering Tom’s neck would be a dead giveaway. 

As Tom stands in the shower he has his time to think, to reflect on the past few months. Everything that went down with M/n. He comes to the realization that he can do this now; sharing his time with M/n without a nagging panic in the back of his mind telling him to turn tail and run. M/n wants him and he wants M/n. More than ever, he wants the domestic moments, going on dates, making breakfast together, and the more intimate side of the other. He wants everything and anything M/n is willing to offer and M/n wants the exact same thing. 

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Obsess Over Me

4.8K words Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader Bill confesses his feelings for his bandmate, sick of watching the way he touches a bunch of groupies the way he wishes he would touch him. After a night of clubbing, he asks M/n to take him to his hotel room, not able to hold himself back anymore.

It is their last show of the tour and thankfully David has granted them a few weeks of vacation to cool down and party. That starts tonight. No photoshoots, no interviews, no meet and greets or talk shows, they’re done for a couple months. They love the show business, but it gets overwhelming when you’re playing show after show after show with hardly any time to yourself. It’s exhausting, so any break, even if it’s two days, is taken like a one way ticket to paradise. 

The second the show ends and all the equipment is packed away, the five boys pack into the car and drive to the nearest club. They want to have some fun before they have to fly back home in a couple days. M/n is driving with Bill in the front seat and three other eager boys in the back. 

All the windows are open, the band preferring natural air over the AC while driving down the empty roads. Bill's dreads fly around his face in the wind, locks of black and white blocking his vision, yet he doesn’t care. He revels in the feeling of the cool air on his warm skin, still high on adrenaline and hot from the stage lights from the show. His fingers dance on the edge of the door where the window would be, watching the way the wind pushes his hand as he lays his head against the headrest, his eyes closed taking in the moment. 

M/n occasionally glances over to the singer at a red light or a stop, watching as the street lights or headlights from other cars brighten his complexion. Bill is beautiful, his makeup skills are something M/n admires, people always think Bill is weird for wearing makeup as a guy but M/n loves it. His skill with a makeup brush is something the other has never seen before, his style, and his hair. Out of all the time he’s known Bill, the way he looks right now has to be what M/n would consider his most beautiful style. 

The boys in the back seat are loud, either loudly singing with the music playing as background noise through the radio or excitedly talking over each other about plans for their vacation. Over the years M/n has grown used to the sound, he wouldn't trade it for the world. He loves the way that despite being around each other practically 24/7 there is still so much they can talk about. It is almost endearing how much they have to say to each other. 

It only took a few more minutes before M/n pulled into the parking lot for the club they all agreed upon. Taking one more look towards Bill, who is now looking back at him, he shuts the car off and steps out onto the pavement. He throws the keys to the car filled with their bodyguards who were forced to follow, knowing none of the band would be able to drive themselves home by the end of the night. He doesn’t know why he looked at Bill, but something made me want to. Made him want to memorize the way Bill looked in that moment. 

As soon as they step into the bar, they head towards a closed off booth in the corner of the club prepared for them. The venue knowing they were coming beforehand thanks to a call from their manager, something he did good for once. They love the fame but at the same time it has its downsides, like having to check over your shoulder every time you go out and watch for stalkers or paparazzi. Something they have all had their fair share of. 

They settle into the round booth, Georg going to get rounds for the whole table, some beer and shots go around bringing them to the brink of tipsy. Starting off the night to a good start. They make simple conversation with each other, talking about the tour and how the show went, any annoying things that happened. That section is mainly filled with complaints about David. 

Once all their minds are fuzzy, they leave the table looking for something—someone—to entertain them for the time they’re at the club. Each of them choose carefully who they want to bring back to the table, not necessarily picky, but wanting good options. Bill’s the only one who stays behind this time, telling the rest of the group he’s not in the mood. None of them think anything of it since it isn't the first time. Bill tends to leave himself out of the groupie party, occasionally dipping into fulfilling their fantasies of sleeping with a celebrity, but not as often as the others. To him, it doesn’t serve him the same purpose. He isn’t into having casual sex with random people he finds in a crowd or toying with the heart of a fan. He wants something more permanent and yeah every once in a while he might go out of his comfort zone, but tonight he has someone else on his mind. 

Tom usually takes the longest finding someone to spend the evening with, wanting someone he’s really attracted to. Someone not too loud, but talkative enough to hold conversation, not too dressed, but covered. Tom loves removing their clothes for them, it is his favourite part of the night as he has explained to the band many times in great detail. Slowly stripping the girl he’s with of her clothes as she whimpers for him to quicken his pace. He is a tease and he knows how much it drives every girl that has the opportunity to be under him insane. 

M/n is slightly picky as well, usually sticking to someone who has black hair, beautifully done black eye makeup, and dresses in tight clothes that hug each curve perfectly. Yet he tends to always ignore the fact that the majority of girls he brings back to his hotel room or into his bed look strikingly similar to his stunning singer.

As they take more shots and get more drunk with the girls and each other, they get more touchy. Moving from occasional light kisses on cheeks or lips, to collarbones or the parts of breasts exposed in their shirts. It always takes M/n a bit longer than the rest to get to the point where he's touching every part of her. Almost like he’s waiting for everyone else to be preoccupied before he starts to play his game. He takes pride in the way he can unravel anyone with just his eyes. Always waiting until the girl is practically begging him to touch her, watching as she eyes the rest of the guys, envious of what they’re doing with the girls they brought back to their little booth in the corner. 

Only then will he indulge in her desires. Starting at her lips, pressing his firmly against hers as he holds tightly onto the small of her waist, dragging small moans from the back of her throat. This time though he feels sharp eyes on him and he knows exactly who they belong to. He feels the others stare quite often when he decides he doesn’t want a girl's company like the rest of the band, instead watching as M/n brainwashes the girl at his disposal. M/n loves it, he loves the way Bill studies him.

Then he moves down her neck. Pushing her head softly with the tips of his fingers trailing gentle teasing kisses down the column of her neck, sucking once he reaches her clavicle. This always has the girl a whimpering mess, knowing that he's not giving them everything she wants, just the bare minimum of what they could have drives them through the roof. Though he is surprised to hear a muffled more boyish moan a little ways away from him. Deducting it to one of the others occupied with the woman they brought back he resists the urge to open his eyes to actually check. 

Continuing down the girl's chest, he reaches the top of her breasts, leaving feather-like kisses as he pushes her shirt further down wanting more access. As soon as she realizes what he wants, she helps him remove her breasts from their captivity, letting out the one closest to his mouth. Bill will never understand how someone could do something like this in the open. Let themselves be completely controlled in the public eye where anyone can see what they’re doing. 

M/n opens his eyes to look around the table, seeing the rest of the boys in a similar position as he is. Only to find Bill, who doesn't have a groupie wrapped around his finger, staring directly at him, one of his hands lost somewhere under the table, a blissful look on his face. M/n smirks, staring back at him before putting the girl's nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud like he would do if he were giving a blow job something he has done quite a few times. He hears the same groan he heard earlier and instantly connects the dots. Bill is turned on from watching M/n tease this poor girl and he's palming himself in his jeans as he watches. What a voyeur. 

He trails his kisses back up to the girls neck, now focussing on her collarbones. He loves Bill’s collarbones. The thought hits him suddenly, almost causing him to stop the motion of his mouth on the girl's beautifully pale skin. Skin that is a very similar colour to Bills. He moves his hand to the girl's inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with light touches that make her instinctively spread her legs. 

M/n watches as Bill bites his lips to suppress another moan, the singer imagining that it’s him M/n is playing with. His cock twitching at the idea of M/n’s hands all over him, controlling him, worshipping him, instead of some random groupie pulled from the crowd. The girl moans quite loud at the hidden actions of M/n’s hand under the table and Bill knows exactly what he’s doing. He snaps out of his fixation and gets up from the table, desperately needing a drink to forget everything he just did and will his dick to soften in his pants before he confesses to something he's not ready for. 

M/n doesn’t follow him, thank god, he doesn’t know what he would do to explain what just happened. Did M/n find it weird? But he watched him the entire time too, what does that mean? Anxious thoughts rush through Bill's head as he approaches the bar, ordering himself the strongest drink on the menu. 

He is only there for a few minutes before he feels a familiar presence next to him. “Why’d you leave?” The voice deep next to his ear almost makes him whimper at the feeling of warm breath fanning against the side of his neck. Unfortunately the music is so loud that they have to be close together in order to hear each other. Any other day Bill would be swooning at their proximity but right now he’s scared for M/n’s reaction of Bill’s actions. 

“Needed a drink,” he responds, he knows that M/n doesn’t buy it from the way he raises his eyebrow at him, but thankfully he doesn’t push. Bill is still hard and lusting after the other, trying his hardest to will away his thoughts, but he can’t stop from examining M/n.

The way his lips move so close to Bill’s face every time he talks to him, Bill would be lying if he said he is paying any attention to the words falling from his sinful mouth. Only imagining how his lips would feel pressing into his body, leaving him a mess beneath him. When M/n moves to take another sip from the drink in his hand Bill can’t help but watch the muscles in his arm flex with each movement, arms his wish would trap him against a bed. Or the way his eyes grow dark with lust when he talks about some groupie he fucked during their tour. 

God does Bill wish he would look at him like that. He wants the other to treat him like a groupie, throw him around in the bedroom then toss him out the next morning. He wants him to use him, but not just once and that’s one of the reasons Bill doesn’t advance on his desires. Bill wants him to be the only one M/n uses, that requires commitment. Commitment he fears M/n doesn’t have or isn’t ready for. He moves closer to M/n, pretending to not be able to hear another story from the tour, something he and Tom had done together. 

Bill shuts him up before grabbing his hand and dragging M/n to the face floor. The other following eagerly behind wanting Bill as much as the other wants him. Neither of them are in control of their actions, the drunken fog covering any rational part of their mind telling them not to. No one would care to notice two boys dancing on the floor drunk out of their minds in a cluster of people and if they did they’d think Bill is a girl. 

The two dance sensually, M/n occasionally grabbing a girl to dance with. Dancing behind her, her hands in his hair, and his lips attached to her neck, watching Bill as he kisses and sucks on her clavicle. His hands move up and down her sides, revelling in the way Bill watches his every move, from the way his hands trail to her breasts squeezing them to the way he buries his face in the girl's neck. He does this both to arouse Bill and to piss him off, M/n wanting nothing more than Bill to take what he wants. 

As soon as he’s done teasing Bill with another girl, Bill decides to be bold. He trips over his words, not out of nerves, but from the fog in his head. No rational side of himself holding him back from grabbing the back of M/n’s neck to put his lips right next to his ear. 

“Take me to your room,” he tries to whisper huskily, yet his voice fails him, coming out desperate and needy instead. M/n groans in response, holding himself back from jutting his hips into Bills. They can dance, but they can’t go further than that in the public eye, they both know it despite their drunk minds. 

“Go get the car,” M/n tells Bill, there’s no argument as Bill goes to do what he told him to. Walking outside he finds the car full of bodyguards and asks one of them to drive them back to the hotel. To which he groans but compiles, stepping out of the car and into the other the band took to the club. 

In the club, M/n tells the rest of the boys that he and Bill are heading back to the hotel getting a teasing comment about them being too pussy to stay from each of them. M/n snickers at them before heading out to the car knowing that what he’ll be getting tonight is far better than what any of them will be getting. 

The car ride back couldn’t be any longer, both of them desperate to lay their hands on each other. Their hard cock throb in the confinements of their jeans begging to be touched. It is almost torture, not being able to knowing that the bodyguard in the front seat can see their every move. As soon as they get to the hotel, the both of them run though the lobby, impatiently running up the stairs to the floor they’re staying on, and throwing themselves at M/n’s door. 

“Fuck.” M/n struggles to slip the key into the slot to open the door, his hands shaking with excitement. Of course Bill’s hands rubbing themselves along his shoulders and down his back until they’re pressing into his waist doesn’t help his focus. 

Finally he unlocks the door, getting the both of them inside before making sure all the locks are secured. It’s risky to do this, they both know that just as they both know that their manager has a key to their room and could get in at any time he wants. 

“Come on,” Bill whines at M/n’s slight hesitation, pulling him by his belt towards the bed. He presses his lips firmly on the others, “fuck me.” M/n brings his gaze to Bill's face, the look in his eyes anything but the innocent persona he puts on for the cameras. His cock throbs and he groans at the thought of fucking Bill hard into the mattress. His brain quickly generating images of Bill desperately moaning under him and begging him to fuck him harder.

He pushes Bill back until his knees hit the edge of the bed causing him to fall on his back, his white and black dreads sprawling out around his head like a halo. Bill is an angel. Neither of them have ever craved anyone so much in their lives. Bill sits up and starts to pull on the hem of M/n’s shirt, before easing it over his body in one swift motion. M/n returns the favour pulling off Bill's tight clothes, sticking to his body slightly from sweating while they danced. M/n presses himself into Bill, their warm chests touching as they kiss. 

Bill is still sitting at the end of the bed with M/n standing in front of him, both of his hands on Bill, one in his hair and the other on his neck. Both of Bill’s hands rest right above M/n’s hips, grabbing onto the flesh that resides just on the edge of his waist. M/n pushes Bill onto his back, guiding him further up the bed until his head is resting on the pillows. 

He kisses him roughly, Bill's lips smooth just like he expected them to be. Bill deepens the kiss forcing his tongue into M/n’s mouth, trying to take control. M/n moans at the taste of the other, vodka, cigarettes, and vanilla lip balm, a taste he’ll soon grow addicted to. 

Bill grows desperate, pulling M/n closer to him by his back. Whimpering into the kiss as it becomes more sloppy and breathy. His breathing is erratic, but he doesn’t want to pull away for air, wanting to feel M/n against him until his lungs forget to breathe. 

He doesn’t need to since M/n takes his opportunity to trail kisses down Bill’s neck the same way he did to those girls earlier. Teasing Bill in way’s he’s never been teased before, turning him inside out. His stomach flips the further M/n goes, the muscles in his abdomen flexing once he reaches right above his belly button. He kisses around it, like it’s sacred feeling the way Bill's stomach turns against his lips. M/n trails further, right above Bill’s hip where his star tattoo is. A tattoo M/n has always loved, he presses rough kisses to it, biting and licking the skin, leaving a purple mark in his wake. Bill is moaning desperately, rocking his hips into the other wanting nothing more than him to touch him. He’s never been so desperate for someone before. 

M/n comes back to Bill’s lips, diving into his mouth hungrily. His back arches off the bed, thrusting his hips into M/n’s moaning loudly at the contact he created. Bill digs his manicured nails into the others ribs needing more. 

“Please…I need you so fucking bad..take me M/n.” All of his words slur together this time not from drunk fog, but from the dizziness M/n makes him feel. The way his heart pounds out of his chest as M/n caresses his sides the further down he traces his body in kisses. Remembering each of his curves, freckles, or scars. M/n thought his body to be perfect. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Let me take my time,” M/n mumbles against his skin, the vibrations of his voice on his lower stomach causing him to moan the sensation hitting his dick at a perfect angle. 

“Look at you.” M/n pulls away from Bill’s body, the singer whining at the loss of contact. “All desperate underneath me like the beautiful slut you are. You want me so fucking bad dont you, baby.” Bill whimpers, squirming under M/n’s gaze, wanting nothing more than him to just touch him. To press his hands onto his dick and stroke him. His head is lulled back into the pillows, his eyes only slightly open, the length of his lashes making it almost impossible to see the boy controlling him. “Use your words, baby. Let me hear everything your slutty mind wants me to do to you.” Each degrading phrase sends a wave of pleasure through Bill. 

Whining Bill responds, “Fuck M/n. Touch me everywhere. Unravel me. Use me. I don't care, please, I just need you to touch every part of me.” M/n groans at Bill's filthy words, removing his pants and boxers quickly so he can aid Bill in removing his as well. 

M/n touches Bill just as he asked. Holding his cock in his hand, he runs his thumb over the head, Bill flinches with a moan, the feeling almost overstimulating. M/n continues to stroke the singer, loving the way his voice sounds like he’s singing with each noise he makes. 

He kisses Bill’s chest as he strokes him. He takes Bill's pierced nipple into his mouth, tugging on the metal loop dragging loud moans from the dread head. Bill’s hands find his hair, holding him firmly against his chest, wanting to feel more of his tongue and lips. M/n nips the area leaving it swollen and purple against Bill’s vampire-like skin, he wants to mark every part of Bill’s body. He wants everyone to know that he did this to him, the Bill is his. 

M/n’s cock leaks precome, needing Bill just as Bill needs him. He reaches under one of his pillows and pulls out the bottle of lube he put under there. His fingers trail to Bill’s thighs touching him so softly that it almost tickles, just as he did to the girl earlier. Bill now knows exactly why they like it so much, he spreads his legs just as the other wanted. 

M/n lathers up his fingers before pressing into Bill, leaving kisses on his thighs as he stretches him. It is uncomfortable at first, but soon Bill falls into the pace M/n started, loving the way his fingers slide in and out of his body. Suddenly, M/n curls his fingers and hits a spot in Bill that causes him to moan louder than he ever thought was possible. His breathing grows heavier as M/n works him open, the kisses on his thighs doing little to help bring him away from his orgasm. 

“Ahh.. M/n…if you keep going I'm gonna come already..” As if he doesn’t hear him, M/n continues, sticking a third finger into Bill and stucking harder on Bill's sensitive thighs. Leaving marks everywhere his lips touch. “Ahh~” Bill moans as M/n curls his fingers into his prostate once more. Not being able to hold himself back anymore, he comes all over his stomach for the first time that night. 

M/n removes his fingers, licking some of Bill’s come off his stomach before moving up on the bed to kiss Bill who’s riding out his orgasm. Bill tastes himself on M/n’s lips. His legs continue to shake as he tells M/n he needs him, that he wants him to fill him up. “Anything for you my beautiful angel.” M/n whispers against Bill’s slightly parted mouth, kissing him harder than he has that night and pressing his cock into him. 

Bill is overstimulated, the feeling of M/n pushing into him right after he came bringing him close to the edge once again. It’s too much but at the same time it's perfect. He has to hold back a pained groan as M/n reaches a spot with his cock that his fingers couldn’t. 

As soon as he’s fully inside of Bill, he waits for him to adjust to the feeling. He rubs circles into his hips, pushing his thumb into his star tattoo every so often eliciting a soft moan from the other. 

“You can move now,” Bill whimpers, starting to grind his hips on M/n’s cock pulling a groan from the male above him. They rock at a rough pace, fast and desperate. M/n hangs over Bill, so close every part of them is touching. Bill holds onto M/n tightly, feeling his cock slide in and out of him grazing against his prostate with every thrust, igniting a fire within his lower stomach but not enough to send him over the edge. 

M/n traps him against the sheets of his mattress with his muscly arms just as the singer imagined, his sweat beading at his forehead as he dives further into Bill. He kisses him again, pushing him further into the bed as his kisses grow sloppy getting closer to his climax. 

“I’m close,” Bill warns with a moan, digging his fingers further into M/n’s shoulders, the heat in his stomach growing with each thrust. “Me too, baby,” M/n says breathlessly into his neck, starting to bite and leave bruises on his skin. With each bite and each thrust, so rough, the fire spread from his stomach to his groin sending Bill over the edge. His legs start to shake again and he no longer has the strength to hold them around M/n’s waist. 

He comes over both of their stomachs, M/n using him to chase his own orgasm. Using him until his body is convulsing from the overstimulation and assault on his prostate. He whimpers and moans pulling M/n closer despite the pressure, clenching around M/n’s cock and bringing him to his climax.

M/n falls on top of Bill, both of them huffing out of exhaustion. Soon M/n rolls off the singer, slowly pulling out of Bill some of his come follow the path of his cock, leaving Bill to whimper at the sensation. He rests a bit before getting up to get a wet cloth to clean up the both of them and give Bill a glass of water.

“Thank you,” Bill says as he sits up to take the glass, flinching slightly at the pain in his lower back. His voice is rough from the noises he made and from the long show they had just a couple hours prior before. 

“Of course, baby.” M/n kisses Bill’s forehead before sitting next to him on the bed. “There is no way our neighbours didn’t hear us.” Bill mumbles, blushing, embarrassed at that fact. Thanking every god that no one from the band is rooming next to them, especially thankful that it’s not Tom knowing for sure he would tease him any chance he got. Also it’s kind of just gross hearing your sibling having sex. “You are very vocal.” M/n teases the singer, pressing his lips to the curve of his neck, Bill moving his head slightly to the side to offer him more access. Bill blushes again knowing that he is quite vocal and not only when it comes to sex. 

“Well, they’ll know you’re mine then.” M/n whispers possessively against the singer's neck before moving to kiss his lips, this time the kiss is soft unlike their ones before. Bill can feel the way M/n’s lips fit on his perfectly. 

“I’ve been wanting you for so long,” Bill confesses, pulling away from the kiss. “I know.” Bill's eyes blow wide. Has he really been that obvious? “I’ve been wanting you for a very long time Bill, you are gorgeous, how could I not?” Bill chuckles lightly, putting the glass on the nightstand and laying down under the covers now a ruined mess from their activities. M/n follows, spooning Bill from behind. 

“Goodnight, beautiful.” M/n kisses the top of his shoulder. “Goodnight, baby,” Bill whispers back lazily, already falling asleep in the comfort of M/n’s warm arms. Yet also scared that once he wakes up M/n will no longer be in his bed and they will move forward with their lives pretending this never happened. 

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Taste Your Love

Tom Kaulitz x male reader 3k words

Where Tom and M/n are in the hot bus all by themselves and things get a little heated

It is so hot on the tour bus, too hot. The AC broke two days ago and despite everything the band has been telling David, he won’t book any hotels. “We should save money if you want the AC fixed.” The second Tom heard those words leave his mouth, he cussed him out. Everyone is sick of David's shit but they have to put up with it if they want to keep their image. 

They always second guess his every move, wondering if thy just want to torture the five boys into doing whatever he wanted him to. He was always bitchy about the way Bill looked or the way the G’s hardly talked during interviews. Always pushing the image of Tom being a man whore. In all honesty it is annoying, but at least he is giving them a couple days off hot ass bus or not, they hardly get days off these days. Always too busy with interviews, photoshoots, or shows. But tonight is the one night they get to actually do what they want to do without their dickhead manager breathing down their necks. 

Bill, Georg, and Gustav have left Tom and M/n on the bus alone. They went partying or that’s what they told the two boys at least. All of them were confused when they turned it down but it is just too damn hot to be in a clusterfuck of people.

Both Tom and M/n sit on the couch playing video games, getting hotter by the minute. The pedestal fan in front of them only blows hot air onto their already overheating bodies.

“God.” M/n groans, pulling his black shirt from his body, the shirt practically sticking to every part of him. “How are you wearing all of that?” He directs his question towards Tom, who is wearing his clothes from earlier that day. His baggy jeans still heavy on his lower half, a large white shirt, matching his bandana and hat. M/n could see the beads of sweat from his forehead and the way his shirt stuck to his body making it tighter than any clothing M/n has ever seen on Tom.

“I don't know, I was too engrossed in the game,” Tom replies, taking off his hat and bandana letting his dreads fall to his shoulders before putting them up into a bun to keep them off his neck. He removes his shirt next, pulling off the sticky item and throwing it into the pile M/n had created on the floor in front of them. “It's too hot for any of this, I cant believe David won't get us a hotel.” Tom begins to undo the belt holding up his pants. M/n watching his every move, from the way his hand flexes as he pulls the belt loose to the way his abs move with every push of his pants off his body. “It’s bullshit. He’s an asshole.” M/n hums in response, too scared to talk when Tom is looking very alluring only in his boxers. 

He’s seen his body before since they always change in front of each other, but he’s never examined him before. The way sweat rolls from his chest and traces each muscle on his toned stomach makes him think thoughts he’s never thought about Tom before. Subconsciously, he licks his lips, flicking his tongue against his lip piercing, wanting nothing more than to feel Tom’s piercing against his own. 

“M/n?” Tom’s voice snaps him out of his trance pulling him back to the scene before him. “Whatsup?” His response is quick and slurred, something Tom doesn’t miss but ignores. 

“Staring is rude.” Tom remarks, smirking and playing with his lip piercing. M/n knows exactly what that look is, it’s a look he has given to many women, especially interviewers. If he looks at anyone that way, everyone knows exactly what he wants. 

“Sorry.” M/n turns away with a blush, picking up his remote to start the game again, ready to kick Tom's ass once more. Tom hums in response, picking up his own remote and beginning to play as well. 

“Your face is heating up, is it something I said?” Tom suddenly said, pulling M/n out of his focus. 

“No, just the heat,” M/n stutters with a smile on his face, trying to keep his eyes on Tom's face instead of trailing them across his body. Tom moves closer to him, causing his face to flush red again, they’re practically touching. Tom’s bare body is pressed against his, almost pinning him against the arm of the couch. “You can look, you know.” Fuck if Tom keeps talking to him like this he won’t be able to control the reaction is provokes. 

“I think this is unfair.” Tom mumbles causing M/n to raise his eyebrow. “This..” Tom gestures to his lack of pants and M/n who is still wearing his. “Can I?” Tom asks, hovering his hand above his belt, M/n leans back without a word allowing Tom to undo his buckle with nervous shaky hands. Tom’s never done this with a guy before, the thought hits M/n as Tom is struggling to work the button to his jeans. 

“Hey.” M/n rests his hand on Tom’s pulling it away from his pants, instead bringing his lips to the others. Brushing them slightly together and allowing Tom to take the next step if he wants to, not wanting to force his own desires onto him. Though he’s still confused by his own want for Tom. 

Tom breathes heavily before pressing his lips against the others, M/n instantly taking the lead. Holding the back of Tom’s neck with one hand while the other rested on his hip. Tom doesn’t know what to do with his hands until M/n moves them to wrap around his neck, the other quickly putting his hand into M/n’s hair. A feeling he never knew he wanted to feel until the smooth hair is in his palm. 

Tom pushes M/n away, “No, we shouldn’t what if-” M/n cuts him off by kissing him again, Tom moaning loudly into his mouth and the other pulls him in closer by his waist. Deepening the kiss, M/n sucks on Tom’s bottom lip causing the other to whimper before diving in for more. 

The kiss quickly becomes heated, the heat around them growing even hotter as they can’t keep their hands off each other. M/n’s hand trails into Tom’s hair, dropping the band holding up his locks causing them to fall over his shoulders, but Tom doesn’t care. He moves close to M/n, almost sitting in his lap as he delved deeper into the kiss. 

Tom has never kissed a guy before, but it is better than he could’ve ever imagined. M/n is skilled with his mouth, the way he licks his lips begging him to open his mouth or the way his studded tongue piercing brushes against Tom's bare one. The coldness of the piercing is shocking at first but slowly growing familiar the more the other explores his mouth. 

Tom definitely didn’t expect to be kissing his best friend tonight, but he also didn’t expect his best friend to go further. 

M/n moves his kisses from his mouth to his jawline then to his neck. Tilting back Tom’s head with only a few fingers, giving Tom the space to move if it is too much. It’s perfect. The way M/n’s tongue laps over his clavicle, bitting a little at the conjunction, pulling a moan from the back of Tom’s throat. 

Tom hates being dominated, but right now it seems fine. He loves the way M/n has him under his control. The way each kiss makes him more dizzy and the more he sucks the harder his cock gets. The more desperate he grows, it’s been a long time since he had a lay, that’s what he’ll blame it on instead of his own unlawful desire for his best friend to use him to fulfill any fantasy. 

M/n’s kisses travel further, pushing Tom down onto the couch the further he goes. His shoulder, his collarbone, his peck, the second M/n puts his nipple into his mouth is the second he knows why all girls love when he does it. M/n swirls his tongue around the bud perfectly, dragging long moans from Tom, the other pressing his dull nails into his shoulders. Desperately trying to pull him closer, the much needed air he needs pulled from him with each lick and bite. 

He doesn’t leave his other nipple abandoned, playing with it between his fingers until the one in his mouth is sore and hard before moving to the one in his hand. M/n does the same thing, swirling it with his tongue, biting it gently with his teeth, but this time he drags his piercing against it causing Tom to flinch at the sudden coldness hitting his already hard nipple. A whimper falls from his mouth, he’s never made noises like these before. Not for anyone. Not when a groupie sucked his dick with so much passion it had him coming undone in mere seconds or when he stuck his dick into someone so tight he was worried he wouldn't fit. Never. 

M/n trails his kisses further down Tom’s torso until he gets to his waistband. Dipping his fingers slightly underneath almost to ask if Tom is okay with it, when Tom thrusted his hips into M/n he took that as his sign that it is okay. Yet, just to be sure, asks Tom anyway. 

“Are you sure you want this Tom?” M/n asks, his fingers staying slightly under his boxers rubbing small circles into Tom’s sensitive skin above his dick. 

“Please. God. M/n please, fuck. Please touch me.” Tom whimpers, thrusting his hips into M/n again trying to build friction. To do anything to help his aching cock. 

M/n smirks, removing his hand, “Where would you like me to touch you Tom?” His hands trail up Tom’s sweaty torso, flicking his nipples eliciting a moan from the other. “Here?” M/n kisses Tom’s neck, sucking a bruise into his skin. When he pulls away he presses his finger into it, knowing it hurts, but just enough that it will have Tom squirming beneath him. “Here?” M/n asks again, receiving a whimper in response. “You’re gonna have to use your words Tom.” M/n trickles his hands back down Tom’s torso before pressing his palm firming onto Tom’s clothed cock. “Or here?” The action causes Tom to jolt and breathe heavier. 

“Fuck please M/n. Touch me everywhere, I don't care. Use me. Touch my cock while you praise me. Please. Fuck. I just need you.” Tom whimpers with his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the pillow resting against the arm rest. M/n is shocked, the response definitely not something he was expecting but something that he loved and would serve with everything he has. 

“Anything for you, baby.” M/n whispers huskily into Tom’s ear. He kisses Tom deeply as he removes his pants Tom struggled with earlier, discarding them into their collective pile of clothes. 

M/n holds onto Tom’s hips before he removes his boxers. Their lips still attached he grabs the waistband and pulls them off Tom, the other slightly helping but ultimately put under his spell only able to lazily lift his hips and kick them off. M/n pulls away from the kiss to remove his own, yet is pulled back into it by Tom, holding his head firmly against his wanting nothing more to devour M/n.

“You're moving too slow, please. I need to feel you.” Tom begs, pulling M/n impossibly closer, pressing their bare cocks together. Both of them groan at the sensation traveling down their spines.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” M/n whispers against Tom’s lips before getting up and running to his bag. He grabs what he needs before returning to a naked and desperate Tom. He looks so submissive squirming against the leather of the couch, pulling at his cock and whimpering. 

“What’s that for?” Tom asks, eyeing the lube in M/ns hand. Suddenly M/n is reminded that Tom has never had sex with another guy before. 

“I have to prep you so it doesn’t hurt. This makes it easier.” The simplest explanation M/n could give, Tom just nods, a bit worried. “Don’t worry baby, it won’t hurt. It might be a bit uncomfortable at first but you can tell me whatever you need from me, okay?” Tom nods again, biting his lip as M/n lathers up three fingers with the lube. 

M/n trails kisses from his neck to his hips, kissing each side before taking the tip of Tom's cock into his mouth. Reveling in the way Tom’s breath catches in the back of his throat as he takes him further. The cold stud of his piercing pressed against the underside of Tom’s cock sent electric shocks through his body, if M/n keeps this up he won’t be able to stop himself from coming. 

M/n gently rubs the muscle surrounding Tom’s hole, wanting him to relax as much as possible before he starts to prep him. Once he feels that he is ready, he inserts his index finger, letting Tom get used to the feeling before moving. 

It feels awkward at first, you never imagine yourself with someone else's fingers in your ass. You don't even imagine yourself with your own fingers in your ass, but Tom waits for the awkwardness to leave, mainly distracted by the tongue teasing the head of his cock. It is when M/n inserts a second finger that the sting of being stretched registers. He hisses trying his best to stay relaxed and not force out M/ns fingers. 

M/n releases Tom's cock from his mouth, “Are you okay, baby?” M/n asks, concerned. “Yeah, keep going.” Tom replies, the grimace on his face not leaving until a few seconds later when M/n brushes against something soft inside of him. Tom lets out a loud moan at the pleasure launched through his body and to his cock, surprising himself from the noise he made. 

M/n takes this as a sign to insert a third finger, stretching Tom out as much as he can. 

“I’m ready, please M/n. I need you.” Tom whines, looking M/n directly in the eyes. M/n groans at Tom’s words, his cock jumping in excitement at the thought of bottoming out inside the other. 

He pulls out a condom and is about to undo it when Tom stops him. “Please, I want to feel all of you. We’re both clean, please, M/n.” M/n can’t resist the pleading look on his face as he drops the condom and applies lube to his aching cock, stroking it a few times before angling himself at Tom’s entrance. 

He pushes himself in slowly until he bottoms out, groaning at the grip Tom has around his cock. His hands softly caress Tom's hips, trying to get him to adjust faster. He doesn’t know how long he can take it just sitting with his cock being warmed by Tom. 

“You can move.” M/n almost sighs in relief at Tom’s words as he begins to move slowly in and out of Tom. He leans down to kiss him deeply, picking up speed encouraged by Tom’s blissful sounds. 

“Ahh..Fuck..Faster..” Tom moans, holding onto M/n’s shoulders tightly, digging his nails into the skin. M/n complies moving at a rapid pace, Tom’s head lulls back as M/n hits his prostate over and over. Almost overstimulating him to the point where he can’t control any noises he makes. His whines and whimper can be heard throughout the whole bus. Tom has never been more grateful to turn down his brother's offer of going out tonight.

Tom feels his release building up in his stomach as his legs shake from this hold around M/n’s waist. “Mmm close.” He mumbles, no longer able to kiss M/n through it, his pleasure far too distracting. “Me too.” M/n pants from above him, moving at animalistic speeds, breaking Tom into a million pieces. 

Both of them fall over the edge together, Tom coating the two of them with his come and M/n coating Tom’s insides. M/n huffs in exhaustion falling over Tom to catch his breath before pulling out of Tom. Tom whimpers at the suddenly open space. M/n gets up, leaving Tom confused, but the confusion disappears when he comes back with a towel to clean Tom up and a glass of water. 

“Thank you.” Tom whispers, his voice hoarse. He almost drinks the entire glass in one gulp. 

“We should move to the bedroom in the back before the guys get back.” M/n tells Tom, taking the glass back from him to get him some more water. 

“You’re right.” Tom says, trying to stand up, only to be met by shooting pain up his spine. “Fuck.” His face contorts in pain trying to haul himself to the back of the bus. 

“Hey, be careful. Here let me help you.” M/n grabs Tom and pulls him into his embrace before lifting him and carrying him to the back of the bus and laying him on the bed. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to go and clean up and get you some advil.” Tom nodded in response, too tired to verbally respond. 

A few minutes later M/n returns with a bottle of pills and a larger glass of water. He locks the door behind him and gives Tom the items in his hands before laying on the bed beside him. “Is this okay?” He asks, wrapping his arms around Tom—spooning him. To which Tom responds by turning over in his embrace to further press himself into the warmth. Despite it being hot as balls, he loves the comfort M/n brings and quickly falls asleep in his arms.