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Post Show Needs	By : BurntToasties Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tom needed to see action. Now. It’d been way too long since he’d last gotten a piece of ass after a show. Since they performed in London, in fact, he thought to himself as he played the closing rifts to Love Is Dead. He looked at the crowd, at all the adoring girls that would throw themselves on him or Bill, if there weren’t 6 foot tall security guards separating them from each other. He spotted one particularly busty brunette towards the front, feeling a twitch of a smile on his face. Then he realized she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring, as a matter of fact, at Georg, who was winking at her. Tom huffed, somewhat glad the set was over and they could get off stage. He downed a water bottle once off the stage, not caring that some dripped onto his shirt.
“Tom, what’s wrong?” Bill asked, genuine concern in his eyes for his brother, a pout already forming. Drama queen, Tom thought.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, pushing passed his twin. Then Bill laughed from behind him.
“I see Tom. Good luck finding a girl,” he chuckled as he went with Gustav to watch the roadies pack up. That, or they were going to fly those ridiculous planes again. Too bad Brauni got that thing back. Tom walked out the back door to be greeted with hundreds of screaming girls, which brought a smile to his face. Each and every one of them would die to have the chance to sleep with him, and he desperately needed it. He signed autographs, posed for pictures, under the guise of being a fan-friendly guitarist. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his fans. Tom was just looking for one fan to show how much he loved them. Just as he was beginning to think he’d have to settle for mediocre, a shapely brunette walked up, all giggles and wearing jeans and a band shirt. He smiled at her, fiddling with his lip ring. The action sent a jolt through the girl, he could see, and she held her arm out with a sharpie.
“Could you?” she asked, standing close to him. He could feel her body against his side as he scratched his autograph on her arm, trying not to smear the ink. She hugged him, and he held her an extra second.
“How would you like to come back to the bus?” He asked quietly in her ear. She froze, looking at him for a minute before smiling and nodding her head.
“When Bill comes out, go to the front door, and I’ll take you backstage with us,” he whispered. She couldn’t say anything, as he knew she wouldn’t be able to, and winked as she walked away. Sure enough, just as he went inside, Bill was at the door with a smile plastered to his face and wiggling side to side.
“Bill, why don’t you try acting like a man for a minute? I think you might enjoy it,” Tom tossed over his shoulder, a smile on his face.
“Just because I don’t leave parting ‘gifts’ in each town we hit doesn’t mean I’m not a man,” Bill huffed, tossing his hair and getting a stifled laugh from Georg. Tom quickened his pace as he heard the screaming outside pick up, and stood behind the tinted front doors, waiting for her to come. He felt nervous, excitement bubbling up and already making him hard. Finally he saw her, checking over her shoulder as she came around the side of the venue. He opened the door, a smile on her lips already as she spotted him. He took her hand, bringing her inside the building, and through to their bus. No one was on yet, and they wouldn’t be because Bill takes hours to sign and Georg does some vandalistic ritual before they leave with Gustav. However, this girl threw Tom off his tracks. Not two steps into the bus she kissed him, hands against his chest. Tom kissed her back, pulling her in and shutting the door behind them. She pulled them to the couch, pulling his large shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. He had her down to her underwear quickly, like the professional he boasted to be, and slipped easily from his too baggy pants. He slipped between her legs, kissing her chest and feeling her squirm underneath him. He reached around to unclasp her bra as the front door burst open.
“Cock block bitch!” Georg shouted, making the girl scream and hide in Tom’s chest. She grabbed her clothes and dressed quickly, face flushed red, and was off the bus in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck you Georg! You know how bad I needed her? My balls could be part of that damned Blue Man Group its been so long,” Tom whined, punching the bassist in the arm. Georg only laughed.
“Oh I know how much you needed a girl tonight. However, She’s not the one you want. She’s been following us across the country, and I slept with her in London. Gustav pointed out to me later that he’d done her in Spain,” Georg explained. Tom sighed.
“So she wants bragging rights. I get it. Thanks man,” Tom said, head hanging as he turned back inside the bus. He pulled the curtain back from his bunk toe be greeted by a brunette blow up doll.
“Come on Georg!” Tom shouted, hearing him laughing from up front.
“He found it already? Damn!” Bill shouted, poking his smiling head up from the door of the bus. “See, now you can have a girl anywhere we go!” He shouted, grinning like a mischievous 5 year old. Tom looked at the doll, the too big to be exist breasts, and sighed, crawling into the bed next to it.
“Georg what was your mom’s name?” Tom shouted, pulling the sharpie from the cubby under his bunk, already writing her name across the doll’s forehead. He threw it on the floor, a smile on his face as he curled up and fell asleep, still wishing he’d gotten some that night.
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