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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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Turns out, playing it straight is not Georg’s problem. Bill isn’t even watching him. She’s watching Tom, gazing at the blond boy adoringly with those long-lashed cat-like eyes. It’s obvious that she’s head over heels in love with Tom and isn’t afraid to show it. The problem for Georg is not playing it straight; it’s trying not to let Miles Vanderwolf’s personality take him over. See, the feelings that he has for Tom are magnified when Georg is in character. Miles’ jealousy over the prostitute Tina that Joseph Reisinger is seeing becomes Georg’s jealousy over Billinda. It’s almost overwhelming. He has to literally stop himself from doing something insane like throw his coffee at the wall or kick a chair over when he witnesses Tom and Bill flirting between takes and touching every second they get. He’s fuming inside at her unwanted intrusion into their perfect little affair but the older man can’t let it show.

Unmindful of Georg’s powerful resentment, or possibly just too distracted by his fascinating female visitor, Tom shows Bill around the set, proudly introducing her to everyone, and practically ignores his male co-star. Even when Tom is working, even when he’s doing a scene with Georg, Georg can tell the other guy is only half there. He can tell Tom desperately wants to leave and be alone with Bill so they can make mad, passionate heterosexual love back in his trailer. Just like Tom said before, Georg feels as though he’s nothing, as if he doesn’t even matter at all. As if he was just a substitute lover, just filling in time until Billinda came back to claim what is rightfully hers. Tom is Bill’s. He is hers and Tom is totally serious about her. It’s painfully clear to Georg that this has always been so and he was an idiot to think otherwise. The knowledge that Tom has only been playing with him hurts. It hurts and it makes him furious both at once.

However, Georg doesn’t smash any coffee cups or break any chairs, as much as he wants to. He just grits his teeth and says his lines and completes his scenes. Admittedly, his acting is not the best it could be but Gustav is not yelling at him so it must be passable. It’s just quite difficult for Georg to keep his mind on the job when there’s a girl in the room who stands between him and the one person he desires above all others. Such a skinny stick of a girl but she holds so much power over Tom.

It’s not fair, Georg silently sulks for the thousandth time. Why couldn’t he have met Tom first?

Georg is still sulking when he’s lying in bed. He’s supposed to be sleeping, getting his rest, getting ready for another long day of filming under hot lights. But he’s not. He can’t. He’s thinking of Tom Trumper. That name belongs to the most captivating human being Georg has ever met. The world seems brighter, sweeter, more fragrant, more musical, more dream-like, yet more real whenever Tom is around but Georg’s conscience tells him that he is playing with fire. If he persists in lusting over his unavailable co-star like he does, it will drive him round the bend. It will ruin him, wanting what he can’t have. Oh, he can have Tom’s body, but he can never have the boy’s love. Tom loves Bill, not Georg and it’s a waste of time yearning for someone who can never be his, not truly.

Georg knows what he should do. He should end this thing, once and for all. However, when he sees Tom, his noble intentions become scrambled, like a compass next to a magnet. It’s like it’s all out of his control. He doesn’t have a choice. He wants Tom. That is the bottom line. That is it. That’s all there is. Tom. Tom. Tom. All Georg’s happiness and anguish is wound up with those three letters. Hypnotising dark eyes, enticing pierced lips, earrings, blond hair and baggy denim. That’s all Georg sees. That, and a very un-Hollywood ending. Tragedy. Loneliness. Tears. He’s ninety nine percent sure that’s how it’s gonna end up, at least for him. Yet, he can’t do anything about it. The whole situation is eating him up inside. Tom has become the only thing he thinks about, dreams about, longs for, craves. And it’s not healthy.

When he should be sleeping soundly, Georg is awake at three a.m., tossing and turning, sweaty and nauseous, feeling as though his ribs are in a steadily-tightening vice and thinking far too much about things that aren’t good for him. Mostly, he’s wondering what is going on in Tom’s trailer. What Tom is doing with his slender, tattooed girlfriend. He is probably going down on her, using his sensual mouth and rolling the beads of his lip-ring over her intimate flesh. She’ll probably return the favour, using her tongue-stud on Tom’s dick as she sucks him. If she’s not doing that, then Tom is most likely lying between Bill’s slim, pale thighs, thrusting into her soft, feminine body. They’re probably having sex right now, doing it in the same bed that Georg has been in. He has brought Tom to orgasm in that bed, many times.

Georg bets that Bill has never made Tom come as hard as Georg has, or made Tom as excited as Georg has made him. She doesn’t have a penis and can’t shove it into Tom’s mouth or slide it between the cheeks of his ass, something Tom really gets off on. She can’t rub her cock against his. She can’t squirt hot semen on the back of Tom’s tongue, or cover his chest with it, another sexual act Tom enjoys. There are a lot of things that the Goth girl can’t give Tom - things that Georg can - but there’s one significant thing Bill is able to do that Georg cannot. She can have all of Tom.

She can have him inside of her.

Bitch.

Georg is normally very respectful towards the female gender but he’s so worked up with envy, he can’t really give a shit about sweet little Billinda’s feelings right now. He just wants Tom, wants him so badly that everything else fades into insignificance, even his own usually upstanding morals. He wishes that Bill would go home and leave them alone. She is standing between him and Tom and Georg hates her for it. With a vehement passion. Damn her, he thinks with a fiery surge of possessiveness, gripping his bedclothes ferociously with both fists as if he is crushing the raven-haired girl’s birdlike bones in his hands, squashing the life out of her. Why does she have to be here? Why does she have to ruin everything? Why does she get to have Tom while Georg can’t?

Bill gets to have Tom’s love. And his cock in her pussy. Georg scowls hatefully and wonders if she is underneath Tom or on top of him. If she has nipple rings or a clit ring or a tattoo on her ass. If she is raking her painted nails down Tom’s back or across his chest. If she is making him moan and swear and cry her name. Bill’s name. Instead of Georg’s.

Fucking bitch.

Overcome with fierce, slashing jealousy the older actor growls, throws his blankets off, leaps out of bed and punches the wall. Hard. His fist cracks right through the interior panelling of the bedroom, the thin wood splintering and cutting his knuckles. He welcomes the pain. Pain in his hand is better than pain in his heart. He pulls his fist out of the jagged hole and sighs, most of his torment and frustration released with that one senseless, violent act.

“Great move, Georg,” he scolds himself. When he asks to have the damage repaired, people will begin to question his sanity. Who goes around punching holes in walls? Okay, maybe temperamental rock stars, but Georg is not a rock star. He is known as a very easy-going, laid-back, sane person. He sucks at the bleeding scratches in his skin and debates whether or not to just cover the fist-sized cavity up with a poster. By the time his willful destruction is discovered, after the shoot is over and the cleaners come in, he will be long gone. It’s a tempting idea but he knows he won’t do that. He’s too nice to hide it. He’ll just say he fell or something. The trailer’s got to be insured anyway.

He flops back onto his bed, still sucking at his knuckles, the metallic taste of his blood oddly soothing. Georg decides that no matter what Tom is doing right now, he is not going to torture himself by thinking about it. Billinda is the kid’s girlfriend and Tom has every right to sleep with her. She has every right to be here and she’s not a bitch. She seems really sweet, actually, and she’s just been caught up in this whole mess through no fault of her own. Georg knows it’s horribly selfish but she will be leaving tomorrow and then he will have Tom all to himself again.

That’s if Tom will even WANT Georg anymore. After being with his stunning Goth goddess all night, Tom might decide to stop indulging in his bisexual urges and go back to being a good, straight boyfriend. He might decide to dump Georg, like a piece of trash, like he never meant a thing to Tom at all.

Georg rolls over, draws the blankets up to cover himself and closes his eyes, suddenly extremely tired and drained. Whatever happens, whatever Tom chooses to do, he’ll deal with it tomorrow.

………

Tom and Georg have to be on set at five a.m. that morning, which is about two hours too early for Georg. He’d love to curl back up in bed and sleep for a few more hours but he has to go get Miles Vanderwolf’s clothes on and get his makeup done. He’s really not in the mood for working today but it’s not like school; he can’t just get an absent notice from his mom and stay home. He has to be there; he has to show up or the movie doesn’t get made.

As he’s heading to get costumed up, Georg knows that he must go past Tom’s trailer. He doesn’t want to go past there in case he runs into the kid, or worse, the girlfriend who stayed the night, but it’s on the way. Georg could take a detour around the back of the studio lot but he can’t be bothered and people might wonder what he’s doing, going the long way. Besides, he’s a little early so Tom’s probably not even awake yet. The large rectangular structure sitting on four wheels comes into Georg’s line of vision, shiny silver exterior panelling glinting in the morning sunlight. As if fate designed this moment, the very people he didn’t want to see come out of the front door.

Tom and his gorgeous girlfriend.

Shit. Georg was counting on them sleeping in late after the presumably prolonged bout of reunion sex they would have had so this very situation didn’t occur but no, they’re out of bed and dressed already. Not wanting to go through that squirm-inducing moment where he tries to slink past the love-struck couple and is spotted and forced to acknowledge them, he ducks around behind the corner of another trailer, hoping they didn’t notice him. This trailer is empty so at least nobody in it can see him hiding there like a coward. And neither do Tom and Bill. They haven’t noticed anyone else around them because they’re so wrapped up in each other. It’s clear that they are saying goodbye. Bill’s got her backpack with her and her raven hair is tucked into a military-style black cap. Georg can’t help peeking around the corner to watch them as they say farewell. He knows he shouldn’t do this but can’t stop himself. Tom is speaking to his dark-haired girl, cradling her face with gentle hands. She looks sad and is hugging Tom around the waist.

Tom says something to make Bill smile and then they kiss, a long, slow, intimate type of kiss where they hold each other close. Tongues are unquestionably involved. Pain jabs Georg in the chest like an arrow but he doesn’t look away. He knows he’s torturing himself by watching the boy he loves kiss someone else but maybe he has to do this. Maybe this is his wake-up call. By forcing himself to recognize the other girl as a very real person that Tom obviously cares a great deal about and has been with for at least three years, it might make Georg rethink the whole dirty affair he’s been participating in. He’s never been one to condone cheating yet here he is - the other man. He was the one who kissed Tom first. He was the one who goaded Tom into kissing him back. Since then, he’s been doing everything in his power to get the boy’s clothes off and try to make him forget about Bill. Georg has made Tom cheat on her. And he feels like downright scum for it.

Finally, the couple stop kissing but they are still hugging, not wanting to let each other go. They say a few more things to each other. Georg’s chest pain intensifies when he witnesses Tom utter the words, “I love you.” He’s too far away to hear them but he can lip read. Georg closes his eyes and pulls back around the corner, almost ready to cry. He wishes Tom would say those words to him but Georg has to face the sensible notion that he’s never going to hear them. Tom doesn’t love him. The boy may find him sexually attractive but sex is not love. Sex is not enough for Georg. He needs more. The odds of getting more, though, are virtually nil. Seeing them say goodbye, it’s evident that Tom loves his girlfriend dearly. If Bill makes Tom happy, then Georg should just get out of the damn way. She was there first so that’s who Tom should be with.

The older actor makes a snap decision. He’s calling the affair off. Right now. It’s over. Billinda can have Tom back.

Breathing deeply and blinking to keep the salty sting of tears at bay, Georg waits until both Tom and Bill have long gone and then comes out of his hiding place, composes himself and makes his way to costume. Once there, he swaps his civilian clothes for a fashionable dark blue top and black designer label pants. As this is a day scene, the heavy trench coat is left on the hanger and a lightweight jacket slips over his shoulders instead. When Georg goes to get his makeup done, he sees that Tom is already there being attended to by Natalie, the teenager having changed into a brown woolen vest over a white long-sleeved shirt and brown pants. Georg gets a minor shock when he spots a hickey on Tom’s throat that he didn’t see before when they were outside. Georg had been at the wrong angle to see it then. That purple love-bite, clearly given by Bill, is just like another arrow in his chest. If the arrows of his torment were visible, Georg would look like a human pincushion. Not letting his pain show, he ignores his younger co-star completely. If he’s going to end this thing, Georg may as well start practicing his aloofness.

Tom glances at him and says, “Hey,” in a friendly manner but all Georg gives the other boy is a cursory nod. No smile. Nothing. As Natalie starts dabbing concealer on his love-bite, Tom is naively bemused as to why he only gets a lousy nod as a greeting from Georg, his secret pillow pal, but chooses not to push the issue whilst other people are in earshot. While Georg gets his face made up by a second makeup artist, he continues snubbing the blond teen. He can tell Tom is getting annoyed with him for not talking but that’s the whole idea. The sooner Tom gets annoyed with him, the sooner he’ll stay away and stop tempting Georg. Tom may not be a mathematical genius like Joseph Reisinger but he should be able to figure out why Georg’s acting the way he is.

And slowly but surely, Tom does figure it out. Georg’s pissed at him because Bill was here. Fuck, it’s not Tom’s fault she showed up without prior notice. He would have warned Georg if he knew Bill was coming yesterday but it was just as much a surprise to him too. Well, if Georg wants to blame him for that, he can go to hell, Tom decrees, catching some of Georg’s attitude. It’s not like Georg didn’t know he had a girlfriend. He’s been aware of that from the very beginning and he shouldn’t blame Tom for something he already knew about. Georg should have been prepared for the event that one day Bill might come visit, or that he’d see her and Tom together somewhere. The knowledge of Tom’s non-single status didn’t stop Georg from getting naked with him, did it? Screw him. If he wants to be an asshole, Tom will just be an asshole right back. He reasons that in due course Georg will get over it and they can get back to how it was.

If someone tried to tell him he is living in major self-centered delusion-land, Tom wouldn’t listen. He hasn’t even thought about what’s going to happen when this film is finished and he and Georg won’t be living a stone’s throw away from each other. He hasn’t thought about how he’s going to continue this affair when he’s back living with Bill in New York. It’s going to be a damn sight harder seeing Georg when Tom’s there and Georg is jetting all over the globe making movies. It’s going to be a damn sight harder concealing his adulterous activities from Bill when he’s sharing a bedroom with her again.

Purposefully, Tom’s not thinking that far ahead. He’s only thinking of what he wants right now. And he wants Georg’s attention, even if the guy is being distant and rude at the moment.

When he’s getting his hair done by Natalie, Tom shoots Georg a glance from his chair and notices small cuts on the brunette’s knuckles being covered by the other makeup artist. Tom doesn’t really pay much notice to those cuts and thinks Georg must have got them doing some carpentry, carving figurines of animals and fish out of soft wood with a knife as the older man sometimes likes to do. That’s probably how he did it. It doesn’t even register that Georg might have punched a wall. Tom’s more concerned about when Georg’s going to stop being a snobby jerk-off.

After they are made up and styled, hair slicked or tied back depending on which character they are, the two actors go into the studio building. Today, they are doing a scene in an ice cream parlour and the set is decorated appropriately with plastic tables and chairs. Various extras of all ages are seated at those tables, a lot of them children, excited to be taking part in a movie. Young actress Amy Hall is already here waiting to work with Tom, the girl wearing a bright yellow t-shirt underneath a pair of short pink overalls, very minimal makeup on her fresh-featured face and her hair in two long braids, looking as though she’s ten rather than twelve.

After a lot of setting up and preparation, the set goes quiet as Gustav calls for the scene to begin.

Joseph has wire-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose and he is treating his younger sister Krystal to a double decker sundae. All around them are noisy kids, slopping ice cream over their faces and down their shirts. Joe has his own sundae in front of him but he’s merely playing with it, stirring the ice cream into a brown mush as Krystal chatters away about school and her friends, unaware of the stressful thoughts plaguing her older brother. He’s worrying about the diamond heist they’ve successfully pulled off. He wants this to be the last crime he ever commits and if he gets his half of the gems as Miles promised, Joseph will have enough money to take care of Krystal for the rest of her life. He and his sister will move away from this lake-side town and start somewhere new, have whole brand new lives and hopefully leave the past and their parents’ tragic accident behind them. Miles had agreed to split the ice fifty-fifty but Joseph is still worried that the other man has an agenda of his own. He’s worried that Miles will betray him and flee with all the diamonds, leaving him nothing. But most of all, Joseph is worried that Miles may try to hurt him. Even kill him. Because she discovered their theft, Miles has already killed Tina, the red-headed prostitute that Joseph slept with, and there is a possibility that Miles could shoot Joseph too, just to selfishly get what he wants. Joseph is all the family Krystal has left and if anything happened to him, who would take care of her?

“And then Emily said she’s having clowns and pony rides at her party! I’ve always wanted to have a pony.” Krystal licks fudge off her plastic spoon, her brown eyes filled with yearning. “Can I get one for my birthday, Joe? I promise I’ll look after it properly.”

Joseph doesn’t answer. He’s staring into the mess he’s made of his dessert, his mind a million miles away. Half-amused, Krystal waves a hand in front of his face.

“Earth to Joseph? Hello?”

Joseph blinks and looks up through his glasses. “What?”

Krystal sighs, shaking her head at her brother. “You’re not even listening to me. Again.”

Glancing down in guilt, Joseph says quietly, “I’m sorry, Krys. I was just thinking about-”

“Work?” Krystal jumps in chidingly. “You’re always thinking about work, Joe. What’s so fascinating about fixing computers anyway?”

Feeling bad for lying to his little sister about what he’s really up to, Joseph forces a smile. “Nothing. I guess I’m just a big geek, huh?”

Giving her brother a shrewd look, Krystal states, “You never do anything apart from work. You really need to get a life.”

Chuckling dryly, Joseph replies, “I know. I’m so boring aren’t I?”

“You don’t have to act like dad, you know,” she says softly and understandingly, causing a flicker of pain to cross Joseph’s face. “I know you have to work to take care of me but you don’t have to be so serious all the time. You can still be my brother. We can still have fun together. We can still hang out and do things.”

Tugging gently on one of her braids, Joseph says promisingly, “We will, sis. As soon as I get enough money together, we’re gonna move somewhere new and exciting. We’re gonna do lots of fun things together then. Just you wait and see.”

“Can I get a pony then?”

Smiling affectionately, he answers, “Yeah. I’ll buy you a pony then.”

“Yay! You're the best brother ever!” With a happy grin, Krystal attacks her sundae.

Mid-swallow, her eyes narrow, a small frown creasing her brow. She’s gazing at something over Joseph’s shoulder. Leaning conspiratorially over to him she whispers, “There’s a man over there looking at us. Isn’t that our next door neighbour?”

Alarmed, Joseph turns his head and spots a figure sitting at the back of the ice cream parlour. Miles. He is chewing on a plastic straw, elbow propped on the tabletop, insolently staring at him with those keen green eyes. Joseph didn’t even see him come in.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Joe mutters to his sister. Even though Miles lives next door to them and has been Joseph’s best friend for years, they’ve always kept their intense friendship private. They don’t go out in public together so they can’t be connected if anything goes wrong with their plan. When Miles comes over to their house to visit Joe, Krystal’s always been in bed and so she’s never seen the two of them together.

Krystal continues frowning. “He’s kind of creepy.”

“Don’t worry, Krys,” Joseph replies reassuringly, forcing another smile. “He’ll leave soon.” Turning in his seat, he meets Miles’s eyes, silently warning the dark-haired man to stay away from his sister.

………

When Joseph turns and glares at Miles, it is really Tom glaring at Georg. He has to glare at Georg because it is in the script but Tom takes the opportunity to do it for real and Georg notices. Not to be outdone, the older actor glares right back, thinking what a spiteful little prick Tom can be. All these small moments that are caught on camera appear to be skilful acting. If only people knew that sometimes they are actual genuine emotions. When Gustav ends the scene, Tom gives Georg a cheeky middle finger. The older actor rolls his eyes at the infantile behaviour and looks away. Tom grins smugly to himself. Georg can try to ignore him all he likes but it’s pretty tough when they’re two of the three main stars of the film and need to be in the same shot together for eighty percent of the screen time. Anyway, Georg won’t be ignoring him for long, Tom bets. By dark, Georg will have given up on the silent treatment and will come over to Tom’s trailer begging for forgiveness. Georg is a nice guy – he can’t possibly keep this cold, detached act up forever.

Consider how aggravated the eighteen year old boy is when Georg doesn’t turn up. Tom waits in his trailer for a knock that never comes, growing more livid by the hour. When the clock hits midnight with no sign of any visitors, Tom swears and kicks over his coffee table, spilling the contents of his ashtray on the carpet, along with CDs and magazines. Chairs are tipped over, cushions are hurled, pictures ripped from the wall. Anything within reach is flung across the room, bounced off walls and falls to rest on the carpet, a little worse for wear. He trashes the trailer in his fit of temper, just like a real movie star, and doesn’t bother to clean up. Ria will do that for him. She’s a maid - it’s what she’s paid for, right? He’s too busy raging.

Is Georg punishing Tom for Billinda showing up? He must be. Well, fuck him, Tom fumes. Two can play at this game. From now on, he is not going to talk to Georg unless it’s written in the script. He’s not going to have lunch with his co-star and he’s not even going to have a smoke break with him. As for going to Georg’s trailer - forget it. Tom will show that arrogant bastard that ignoring goes both ways.
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