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Improvisation	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Georg Listing, Tom Kaulitz, Bill Kaulitz or any members of Tokio Hotel. This story is a complete work of fiction and not true. I don't own this fandom am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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Gustav lets them go just after lunch. Following a quick shower, Tom heads over to Georg’s trailer, as he was instructed to earlier. Georg is very pleased to note that under his hoodie, the boy is wearing a see-through mesh top with nothing beneath it, clearly showing the pale skin of his arms, chest and dusty pink nipples. He also wears a pair of baggy denims, with the perpetual key chain.

“Nice top,” Georg says with a broad smile as Tom tosses his hoodie and hat onto the couch. “Very, ah, revealing.”

“Thanks. I bought it just for you.”

Georg’s brows elevate, making the lines in his forehead deepen. “Really?”

“No. You think I’d actually go into a store and buy a slutty shirt like this?” Tom mocks as he kicks off his sneakers. “As if. Bill gave it to me. I’ve never worn it without something underneath but I thought you’d like it this way.”

“I do. Looks hot,” Georg approves, eyes roving over that exposed skin.

Tom glances at Georg’s outfit: black jeans and a vintage Harley-Davidson T-shirt. “You like Harleys?”

“I own one,” the brunette says. “It’s back in my garage at home.”

“You never mentioned that you had a Harley before,” Tom comments.

The older male shrugs embarrassedly. “Yeah, well. I didn’t want to sound like I was bragging or anything. People might think I’m showing off if I mention what assets I’ve got. I may have some wealth, but I’m not filthy rich like Hannah.”

“I bet Hannah likes your ASSets,” Tom leers, stirring Georg about their female co-star’s little infatuation with him.

“Well, I don’t like hers. Only yours.” Georg whacks Tom on the butt. “Hey, I should take you for a ride one day. How do you feel about sitting on the back of a Harley?”

“That’d be sweet. I want to get a bike soon too, when I can afford it,” Tom enthuses, thinking about him and Georg cruising along the highway on two big, shiny motorcycles, drawing envious looks as they roar past in leather jackets, bandannas and sunglasses. Tom thinks motorcycles are way cooler than cars and now that he knows Georg can ride, it means they have something else that they can do together, other than work or have sex.

“Anyway, where’s my hello hug?” Georg yanks the teenager into a warm embrace.

Tom just leans against him for a few seconds and then, as if he remembers it’s all right to show affection in the privacy of the trailer, his arms slip around Georg’s middle.

Georg sighs happily, giving his young lover a kiss on the top of his blond head. Then he pulls back and clicks his tongue scoldingly. “You’re in trouble, Tom. We got totally sprung today by Gus in the bathroom.”

“Yeah.” Tom grins, remembering the look on their director’s face. “So we did.”

“That was your fault, kid. Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?”

The teenager shrugs. “Why are you embarrassed? He already knew about us.”

“Yes, but being caught like that made me look highly unprofessional. You’ll have to be punished now.”

Tom cocks his head interestedly. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do to me?”

“This.” Georg forcibly pushes Tom into his bedroom and shoves him back-first onto the mattress. He falls on top of Tom and grabs the second boy’s wrists, one in each hand, and pins him onto the bed, Georg restraining him with his body weight.

Held captive, Tom looks up at Georg with wide dark eyes, their lips only an inch apart. Their breath caresses each other’s faces.

“So, punish me,” Tom invites in a whisper.

And Georg does, but in the good kind of way. It involves Tom getting handcuffed to the bed with his own key chain and being stripped naked, then Georg covering the kid’s body in chocolate sauce and licking it all off, slowly and teasingly. Not the worst punishment in the world but with Tom unable to use his hands or touch Georg, it seems like torture. At least until Georg unchains him. Using fingers and mouths, they get each other off, both chocolate and come staining the sheets underneath them. At the end of all this punishment, the two actors are extremely tired and extremely satisfied.

Their rare afternoon free from work is not wasted, that’s for damn sure.

………

Later that night when he returns to his trailer, Tom receives a call from Bill, who has been trying to get through to him for a few hours. She had a really bad day at work and cries over the phone about it to Tom. He tries to comfort her as best as he can but he knows that what she really needs is for him to be there. But he isn’t. He’s in Hollywood, making a film with celebrities and sleeping with one of them behind Bill’s back. He can’t even be there to answer the damn phone when she calls him all upset. He feels like the shittiest asshole in the world for that.

The next morning, Tom’s in a mood. He’s surly and uncommunicative. He won’t talk to anyone and if anyone tries to talk to him, they just get a grunt in response. This applies to Georg as well. Even though Georg and Tom are closer than your average friends, Tom doesn’t act like it and Georg is worried about him. Something is bothering Tom big time. He follows Tom as he stomps outside for a chain-smoking session. Tom is wearing a spotless, crisply-ironed white collared shirt with pens in the pocket, pleated tan slacks and shiny brown loafers. His hair is tied back into a ponytail and there are no earrings or piercings to be seen. He’s clothed in his nerdy character’s costume. Tom would not be caught dead wearing tan slacks and loafers for real.

When Tom sees Georg following him, he scowls and snaps, “What the fuck do you want?”

Georg stuffs his hands into his trench coat pockets and queries, “Is there something you want to talk about?”

Shooting him a barbed glare, Tom answers, “Do I look like I want to talk?”

Not giving up, Georg persists with trying to break down Tom’s tough brick wall. “I don’t know what’s wrong but if you want to talk about anything, I’m right here.”

“Yeah, and I wish you’d go away,” is Tom’s curt reply. He reaches into the pocket of those dorky slacks and discovers that he’s run out of smokes. He swears vehemently and angrily crumples up the empty packet, flinging it onto the ground.

“Here. You can have one of mine,” Georg charitably says, already pulling out his pack of cigarettes.

“Forget it. Just leave me alone,” Tom growls, beginning to stomp off, his face like a storm cloud. Georg chases after him and grabs Tom’s arm. Tom turns around, incensed, and snarls while shaking Georg’s hand off, “Don’t touch me! Christ, why do have to be so annoying and clingy? You’re not my fucking boyfriend, Georg.”

Stung by those words, Georg retracts his offending hand and asks, “Well, what am I to you, then?”

What Tom says in return before he stalks away leaves Georg stunned, like Tom had just punched a hole in his chest, tore out his heart and played basketball with it. Two words.

“You’re nothing!”

After standing there in shock for what seems like a millennia, Georg finally collects his wits and decides to go back to work before Gustav issues a missing person’s report on him. What Tom said to him hurts like hell but he has to believe that the eighteen year old didn’t mean it and only said it because he was angry. What he is angry about, Georg isn’t sure and he hopes it isn’t because of anything he’s done or said. Knowing Tom’s irrational mood swings, Georg chooses not to dwell upon the insult and puts it down to Tom just being a hormonal teenager. In ten minutes, Nasty Tom will probably turn into Goofy Tom and make Georg laugh and forget about what he said before.

That’s pretty much what happens. Georg goes back to the set and while Tom is icy towards him for the first half an hour, he soon thaws and throws Georg an apologetic smile, speaking with him not long after, asking Georg’s opinion on something Joseph’s character does and how best to portray it. As he cannot hold a grudge, Georg offers his experienced advice and the younger actor listens earnestly, thanking Georg for his help. When their director is absent for a short while, Tom gets the clapboard and makes it talk, imitating Gustav’s German accent and shouting insane orders, causing the crew to guffaw with laughter. Georg tries not to be sucked in to Tom’s comedic act but he soon grins and chuckles with the others. He ends up forgiving Tom for what he said, even though his blond co-star never actually says sorry for the harsh remark. The scatterbrained kid probably doesn’t even remember saying it.

Damn the boy. He's just too easy to like.

………

On a lunch break between shooting, Tom comes to Georg and asks, “Got a smoke, man?”

The two actors have eaten from the catering table already and are now outside in their usual smoking spot, at the back of the set building in the unkempt garden. Georg is resting his butt on a big rock and Tom is perched next to him on his own boulder, drinking soda.

At the request for a cigarette, Georg turns and gives Tom a patiently amused glance. After the brunette releases a stream of grey-blue smoke from the corner of his mouth, he remarks, “Oh, NOW you want a smoke. I offered you one before but no, you had your shorts all up in a bunch and wouldn’t take it.”

At Georg’s dig about his little tantrum earlier, Tom rolls his eyes. “Well, I was pissed off before, okay? I’m sorry. Don’t take it personally.”

Georg almost asks why Tom was pissed off but chooses not to. If Tom wanted to share his feelings, he would have already. Instead, Georg shakes his head in exasperation but hands over his packet of cigarettes.

Tom snatches one and says, “Thanks, dude. I owe ya,” before using Georg’s lighter to ignite it.

“Yes, you do,” Georg agrees. “I’m keeping tabs on all the stuff you owe me.”

Tom’s response is to exhale a cloud of smoke and smile sweetly.

Georg drags deeply on his own cigarette, inhaling the last traces of satisfying nicotine before crushing the stub out on the rock and flicking it into the weedy garden with all their other used butts. He scratches at his head, the gel in his hair making his scalp itchy, and mutters, “I’m gonna get a cup of coffee. Want one?”

Tom is about to reply but suddenly gazes off into the distance, past Georg’s shoulder. He’s staring in that direction with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if he’s seeing something but is not sure if it’s real or a mirage. Georg shifts on the rock and cranes his neck around to follow Tom’s perplexed gaze.

There is a girl walking their way. A tall, slim, raven-haired girl wearing tight black pants, knee-high boots and a sleeveless lace vest top. Her black bra can be seen under her top - not that she has much at all in the way of breasts, her chest quite flat and boyish. She has rings on her ebony-nailed fingers and bracelets on her slender wrists. There are tattoos on her arms and half-bared stomach (including a black star) and a circular piercing through her eyebrow. She is carrying a canvas backpack and is incredibly beautiful, her face done up with heavy Gothic makeup.

Georg knows instantly who it is.

The girlfriend.

Oh shit, he thinks frantically, feeling the blood exit his face, his pulse hitting turbo. Billinda is here! What is she doing here? And how did she find their secluded little spot? He and Tom aren’t doing anything suspicious right at that moment but Georg still feels like he’s going to get into trouble. Major trouble. She must have found out about their affair somehow and now she’s here to kick some ass. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Georg is that freaked out, he actually starts trembling. He quickly turns back to face Tom to see if he’s just as freaked by his girlfriend’s unannounced appearance but the blond boy is anything but. In fact, he appears overjoyed. With a delighted grin, Tom flicks his cigarette away, leaps off the boulder and starts towards her, leaving his can of soda sitting forgotten on the stone.

Just like in the movies, Tom and Bill run up to each other, euphoric smiles on their faces, hair streaming in the wind. When they meet, Bill flings her slim arms around Tom’s more muscular figure and Tom easily lifts her up and squeezes her, swinging her around and around, both of them laughing. Georg watches them, stuck to his rock and feeling sick. Though he doesn’t want to see this, he can’t help staring at the reunion scene being played out in front of him. He watches as Tom puts his girl down and then they kiss over and over again, as if they haven’t seen each other for weeks. Which they haven’t.

Witnessing Tom pressing those lips to someone else’s mouth is something Georg was not prepared for. He didn’t know it would affect him so much. There is such terrible pain in his chest, he struggles to breathe. He wants to clutch at his breastbone and fall to his knees gasping but he manages to keep his cool and lights a fresh cigarette, as if observing his lover making out with another person is an ordinary, everyday thing. Georg doesn’t really want or need another smoke but he has to do something to keep his shaking hands hidden. Especially now that Tom and his punk-rocker girlfriend are coming his way. Their fingers are linked. Pretending he doesn’t actually want to sprint away in terror, Georg forces himself to get up off the boulder. As he casually brushes his pants down, he catches a snippet of the happy couple’s animated conversation.

“You can only stay one night?” Tom is asking with clear disappointment. “C’mon! That’s not long enough!”

Billinda nudges him. “Hey, one night is better than nothing. That’s all the time I could get away from work. You better be thankful.”

“Oh, I am. I’m very thankful,” Tom decrees and kisses her enthusiastically on the cheek. “Aw Bill, you’re amazing. Coming all this way just to see me.”

Billinda smiles and whispers something into Tom’s ear. They have reached Georg, who is standing there uncomfortably, not knowing whether he should leave or what. He is dragging on that cigarette as if it’s made of oxygen. Tom whispers something back to his female partner, who grins at him wickedly, and then the boy focuses back on his male co-star.

“Georg, this is Billinda. My girlfriend,” he adds unnecessarily. “Bill, this is Georg.”

“Hey,” Bill greets Georg, her arm now around Tom’s waist. She gazes at Georg curiously; she has the same dark chocolate eyes as Tom, only outlined with loads of liner and shadow. Her skin is paler than Tom’s and very smooth and soft. Her black hair is a sleek curtain falling down the back of her neck, a few selective bangs lying across half her forehead. It looks like it might even be shaved along the sides. Georg hates to admit it, but Bill is simply spectacular. And tall. She’s taller than Georg, even taller than Tom. Georg is sure she’s a nice person but he is still inexplicably scared of her.

“Hello,” Georg says, marveling at how normal his voice sounds. He thought it would come out high-pitched and uneven like he was going through puberty again. “Nice to meet you, Billinda.”

Georg thinks about extending his hand for her to shake but chooses not to for two reasons. One, his hands have a bad case of the trembles. Two, he doesn’t really want to touch her. Just laying eyes on Bill is almost too much for Georg to handle. If he touches her, he might lose his composure and run off screaming like a little girl. Unaware of Georg’s fear, Bill gives him the once-over in that practiced way that females do, a quick glance up and down from head to toe.

“Call me Bill,” she replies with a smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Georg. Tom talks about you all the time.”

All Georg can think of to say is, “Really?” He is wondering what Tom has said about him exactly. Did he spill the beans to her? Georg hopes to God not. Having sisters, he has seen first-hand how terrible a woman’s rage can get and it’s not pretty. It’s actually very frightening. Bill doesn’t look angry but maybe she’s good at concealing her emotions. Georg takes another drag on his cigarette, wishing it was made of chloroform so it would make him pass out and then he wouldn’t have to live through this, the most petrifying moment of his life. The suspense is killing him. Does she know or not?

Billinda keeps speaking and Georg catches a flash of her silver tongue-stud. “Tom said you hit on him and kissed him.”

Horrified and startled at the unexpected accusation, Georg coughs and splutters on his cigarette, feeling like he is choking. When he can talk once more, he rasps, “I-I beg your pardon?”

Tom’s girlfriend gives Georg a puzzled look. “He said he hit you in the kisser. Made you fall over and everything. Is that true?”

“Oh. Oh, that,” Georg replies with a huge surge of calming relief. She doesn’t know anything; he had heard her incorrectly. He can breathe again. “Yeah, Tom sure did. Got me square in the mouth. Hurt like a bastard too.”

Tom groans and shoots Billinda a chastising glare. “Why’d you have to mention that, Bill? It’s fuckin’ humiliating. I’m trying to forget about it.”

Bill giggles and she sounds completely young and innocent, despite the severity of her all-black outfit and makeup. “Oh, come on, Tomi. It’s a funny story! Your first big-budget movie with actual celebrities and you go and punch your famous co-star in the face.”

“It was an accident!”

“Don’t worry about it, kid. We’re even now, remember?” Georg says, smiling at Tom. He can smile now because his heart-stopping anxiety about Billinda knowing their secret has been eased. If she knew about him and Tom, she certainly wouldn’t be giggling and Georg feels a whole lot lighter now. To Bill, he says wickedly, “I paid Tom back for that punch. Right in front of the whole crew. It might even be on the DVD.”

The raven-haired girl arches a pierced brow in amusement. “You hit him back?”

Still smiling, Georg mysteriously answers, “You could say that.”

Okay, he didn’t hit Tom, he hit ON Tom but near enough. At the mention of Georg’s improvised kiss, it’s Tom’s turn to appear anxious. But Georg would never tell Billinda about that incident. The older actor would never embarrass Tom like that out of spite. That’s just not in his nature.

“So, why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?” Tom asks Bill, eager to change the subject.

“Because I wanted to surprise you. Surprise!” Bill grins at her boyfriend. “That secretary I’ve been speaking to arranged for me to get a security pass so I could walk on in here without being hassled.”

“And how did you know where to find me? This studio is pretty big.”

“Your director told me you two always come out here to smoke. He sounded kind of blunt. And he didn’t smile much.” Bill looks quizzically at Tom and then at Georg. “Is he irritated with you guys or something?”

“Gus is always like that,” Tom replies dismissively. “He’s German.”

“Well, I’ll leave you two love birds alone,” Georg interjects, tossing his cigarette butt away. He fakes a nonchalant tone and attitude. “I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do. See ya on set, Tom.”

“Uh, yeah...See ya,” Tom replies distractedly as Bill wraps her slender arms around his neck.

As Georg is making his gracious exit, he hears Billinda say to Tom, “I missed you so much, Tomi.”

In a soft, tender tone, Tom tells her, “Me too, Bill. Me too.”

An unpleasant stab of envy cuts into Georg’s solar plexus as he leaves. By the sounds of that, Tom has forgotten about Georg already but Georg hasn’t forgotten anything. He hasn’t forgotten the way Tom kisses, nor the way Tom teases and torments him with mouth and fingers until Georg can’t take it anymore. He hasn’t forgotten the small sexy noises Tom makes or the way his face looks in pleasure. But most of all, Georg hasn’t forgotten the way Tom snuggles in his arms afterward, as if there’s no other place he’d rather be. These memories are vivid in Georg’s mind but it seems as if they’ve all but disappeared from Tom’s, replaced by thoughts of his elegant, impossibly gorgeous girlfriend.

Well, this day has just taken a turn for the worse, Georg mopes as he enters the set building. How’s a guy supposed to go back to work knowing his most feared enemy is going to be hanging around watching his every move? He knows what women are like. He used to live with three of them - his mom and his two sisters. He knows how intuitive they are, how they pick up on vibes and things like that. Georg has to be very damn careful how he looks at Tom today and how he speaks to the boy or Billinda will pick up on something. She’ll notice something un-platonic going on, if she hasn’t noticed already. With the weird way Georg was acting before, it would not surprise him if she has already started to have suspicions about his feelings towards Tom. Having her here is such an inconvenience. He’s not going be able to concentrate for one second or let his guard down. For the remainder of the working day Georg has to play it absolutely straight.
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