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Maid Service	By : Zepha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't own Tokio Hotel, nor am I affiliated with any of them. I don't make any money writing this.

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Tom sat up on his bed, glancing around for the time that came in the form of his alarm clock. Finding it under a tossed aside shirt, it glared 4:15 at him in bright red letters. Tom groaned softly and wondered when he dropped off when he suddenly remembered that the maid service would be sending a maid today…at four.

Wide-awake, Tom grinned and got up from his bed. He stumbled through the mess on his floor and trudged down the stairs, spotting Georg and Gustav sitting together on the couch in the living room. One of Georg’s arms was slung around Gustav’s waist, perhaps unconsciously, but Gustav seemed to not care. Their closeness made Tom slightly jealous, but what could he do. They’ve been friends for over ten years, only just meeting Tom three years back. Tom felt like a third wheel at times, but he never told either male. It was a common fact that Tom and Georg were intimate together, but Gustav never batted an eye. He always managed to get Georg to himself soon after, teasing Tom about how much they were practically playing tug-of-war with the third male. Georg seemed to not care about being a pull toy to both men, though he told both that Gustav was strictly for comfort and friendship while Tom was for something much deeper and more intimate, smiling when Tom flushed a healthy shade of red.

Georg looked up with a lazy smile. “You’re up,” he said, jarring Tom from his thoughts.

Tom nodded. “How long was I out?” he asked.

“About an hour or so,” Gustav replied, not looking away from the book he was reading.

All three heard the tentative knock on the front door and immediately went to the door, wondering who should open it. They all bickered for a few minutes, heard more knocking, and finally made a decision.

“You two go into the living room and try to make it look a little presentable,” Gustav said, gesturing them away. “I’ll get the door.”

Tom and Georg nodded, walking back to the living room to do as Gustav said. Gustav sighed softly and opened the door. Before him stood a teenager wrapped from neck to toe in a long black coat. By the looks of it, the person looked like a female, but upon intense inspection, it could be a male.

“Can I help you?”

The person looked up and smiled. “Maid service,” they said simply in a soft voice.

Gustav blinked and opened the door wide. “Well, welcome to the home, Ms…?”

“Bill.” The person wandered into the house, looking around with a light frown. “Quite a place you have here.”

Gustav was still getting over the surprise of finding out the person was a male when he could easily be mistaken for an attractive female. He shut the door behind Bill and cleared his throat.

"Sorry about the mess." Gustav looked mildly sheepish and smiled lightly. "How about coming into the living room before we show you the rest of the house."

Bill smiled and nodded. "Lead the way," he said, going to take off his coat and saw no coat rack. "Where do you put your jackets?"

"In the closet or in the living room," Gustav replied, walking into the living area.

Bill blinked and left his coat on. He followed Gustav into the room, looking everywhere and noting places that needed the most attention and which could wait until a little later. He walked into the living room and stood in the doorway, surveying the entire area. The place was a mess. Everywhere Bill's eyes turned to, there were empty bottles of unknown origin, slightly tattered magazines, and the slightest hint of tossed aside plates. In one corner was a pile of haphazardly placed clothes that by first glance, was entirely made of dirty clothes. Bill's nose scrunched up, finally looking to the two other males in the room. 'Wonderful. Three boys presumably around my age and with raging libidos. Oh, this is going to be one fun month.' Bill sighed softly and smiled, stepping into the living room.

"My name is Bill and I'm your maid for this month." It was a practiced speech, though slightly different from every other speech he'd given before. Within each speech, he had to give his name and the amount of time he'd be spending in each home he had visited. How long it had to be was entirely up to Bill, so he kept is short and to the point. Though with these three, the other two males were heavily scrutinizing him. "Any questions?"

"Yeah, are you a guy or a girl?"

"Tom!" Gustav glanced at Bill before scowling at Tom. "I'm sorry about Tom. He can be a little...vicious at times."

Bill shrugged lightly. "Other than obscene questions, are there any?" he asked, shooting Tom a light scowl before returning his sight to a blank space of wall.

"Do you cook?" Georg asked.

Bill nodded. "I cook various foods under the assumption that there is edible food in the house," he replied. "By the way I got told about this house, I doubt there is anything edible."

Tom frowned. "Are you always this blunt and straight forward?" he asked.

"All the time," Bill replied, giving Tom a small smile. "No matter. Food doesn't seem to be much of an issue here, but the house does." He glanced around at the three males. "I must ask; do you own a lawn mower? That yard outside is ghastly and looks as though it hasn't been sheared in years."

Gustav flushed. "We do own a lawn mower," he replied, "but it hasn't been used in quite some time."

Silence then blanketed the living room, giving Bill time to survey the three males. The one who had answered the door seemed fairly decent, but the one called Tom seemed the total opposite; a complete arsehole. The third male, who's actions spoke that he was a mix of the both of them, seemed to be flushing because of Bill. Tom would be the challenge during the month he would be in the house. Bill had dealt with men like Tom before, all of whom thought he was a girl and immediately tried to seduce him and get into his pants...or skirt, so to speak.

Gustav cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention. "It's slipped my mind that we haven't been properly introduced," he said, gesturing towards Tom. "That's Tom, the one next to him is Georg, and I'm Gustav." He smiled lightly.

Bill nodded. "You already know my name," he said with a light smile.

Gustav nodded. "What do you want to start with?" he asked.

"To start, I would like to survey what you have in the kitchen," Bill replied. "After that, I'd like to see the entire house to see what rooms and areas need the most attention before going out and gathering all that I need."

"Will you be using our money?" Gustav asked.

"No," Bill replied. "I'll be using the money the maid service gives me for each visit." He smiled lightly, gently scratching his left arm. "I have an unlimited amount I can use, but I use the least I can use to get the job done."

"Well, then, shall we start the tour?" Gustav gestured towards the kitchen and led Bill into the kitchen, leaving Georg and Tom in the living room.

Tom turned to Georg, a smile on his face. "This proves to be a good month," he said.

Georg scowled at Tom. "You won't take advantage of him," he said, turning to face Tom fully. "You do and I'll personally kick your arse to Antarctica and back."

Tom's smile widened, stepping into Georg's personal space and wrapped his arms around the other's waist. "I know you would," he said, placing a kiss to Georg's nose. "Besides, I was simply saying that it'll be a fun month and not in that way." He gently nuzzled Georg's neck, pressing a kiss to the jugular vein. "I meant that the poor boy would have a tizzy when he finds out how messy the house is. I can hear the screams of frustration already."

Georg chuckled softly, wrapping his own arms around Tom's waist. "Only you would have fun hearing someone's screams of frustration," he said, slipping his hands underneath Tom's too large shirt and placed his cold hands onto Tom's warm skin.

Tom squealed and tried wriggling out of Georg's hold. Georg held tight and growled softly, pressing their bodies intimately together. He slid his hands down under the waistband of Tom's pants, underneath his boxers, gently cupping the warm globes of Tom's bum. Tom squealed again, wriggling in renewed fervor.

"Your hands are like ice!" Tom protested. "Get them off my arse!"

"All the better to keep them there to get them warm," Georg retorted with a mischievous grin as he gently squeezed Tom's bum.

Tom hissed and shivered. "Not here," he whispered. "Not where they can catch us."

"Gustav's caught us on numerous occasions," Georg said. "It shouldn't be too much different with Bill catching us."

"We don't know his opinions, Georg," Tom said, mewling when a finger glided over the crease of his bum, gently teasing and pressing against his hole before going back to gently caressing the crease. "For all we know, he could be as straight as a board with his mind the same way."

"Then we'll open his eyes to it." Georg grinned when Tom turned wide eyes to him, as if asking what that implied. "You've been panicking for the past week about getting the maid, leaving me with an empty bedside an unsatisfied desires." He pressed their hips together, his arousal obvious.

"But..."

"No buts," Georg said, pressing their hips together again and eliciting a whimper from Tom. "The house is huge. It'll be a while before Gustav finishes the tour." He then turned big puppy eyes to Tom, pouting.

Tom made a face at the expression Georg was giving him. Said expression always got what Georg wanted no matter the situation. If he wanted to tie Tom spread eagle on a bed and have his way with the other male in any way he wanted at the time, be it at home or at a formal get-together, he would get it. Tom always bent to Georg's desires, despite only knowing the man for only three years. In those three years, Tom and Georg got to know each other well and found a mutual attraction for one another; sneaking into the others room for a playful romp between the sheets and blankets. Though after two years, Tom finally admitted that he wanted something deeper from Georg, something he'd never ask of anyone before. The attraction and sex wasn't enough for the brunette, so he decided to breach the subject before things got complicated. It was by happenstance that Georg felt the same and they both spent the night profusely their newfound love and intimacy together.

...Georg's room was rarely ever used after that night.

Georg brought Tom out of his thoughts by gently biting Tom's ear, growling softly into the ear. "Since you're so wrapped in your thoughts," he whispered, "perhaps by the time you stop thinking so much, Gustav will be done with the tour and can catch us."

Tom shivered, shaking his head. He gripped tightly to the fabric of Georg's shirt by his waist, still shaking his head. "You know I don't like getting caught," he whispered back, biting down onto Georg's ear. "You know it annoys me."

"So then what do you suggest?"

Tom waited until they were facing each other before pressing a kiss to Georg's lip. "I suggest you fuck me on the couch," he whispered against Georg's lips, darting out his tongue to lick the part in the lips while his hips thrust against Georg's. "I suggest you do it hard and you do it fast." He pressed another kiss to Georg's lips, grinning lightly. "And to hell with lube. Just fuck me."

Georg moaned softly at Tom's words, easily sliding Tom's boxers and pants down. Without the help of Tom's wide hips, the clothes bowed to gravity and fell in a pile at Tom's ankles. Georg kissed Tom, shoving his tongue past Tom's lips and ravaged the warm cavern. Tom sighed softly and let Georg assault his mouth, thrusting his bare arousal against Georg's covered one. Georg growled and guided Tom's hands to his pants front, urging the other to remove them. Tom deftly removed the button and zipper, sliding them down past Georg's thighs, dropping to his knees to remove them. He looked at the boxers covering Georg's body from Tom's hungry eyes. He glanced up at Georg with a small smile and removed the boxers as well. Georg hissed softly when the cool air met his aching member, lightly thrusting his hips in Tom's direction in a subtle hint. Tom took the hint and reached up to grasp the base of Georg's cock, darting out his tongue to gently lick away the precome oozing from the tip. Georg moaned, grabbing the hat hiding Tom's dreads and ripped it off, burying his hands in the thick dreads. Tom purred softly, opening his mouth wide in order to take the tip of Georg's member inside his mouth. He didn't take much more in as he wanted Georg to come inside him, so he gently suckled the tip, coating it lightly in saliva before removing it from his mouth.

He stood up and smiled at Georg, shaking his feet out from his fallen clothes, and walked towards the couch. He bent low over an arm of the couch, wiggling his bum. He looked over his shoulder, giving Georg a sultry smile before bringing his hands back behind himself and gripped his bum, spreading his legs as he bared his hole for his lover. He mewed softly, hearing the soft pads of Georg's footfalls, feeling his warm body pressing against his own. Georg's hands took the place of Tom's, getting on his knees behind the other as he lifted away Tom's shirt with his teeth and roughly delved his tongue inside Tom's body. Tom cried out, pushing himself towards the treatment his bum was getting. Georg chuckled softly and slid in deeper, his lips kissing Tom's hole, relishing the taste that was uniquely Tom.

Tom groaned. "Just do it," he ground out.

Georg removed his tongue from Tom, standing. "I don't want to hurt you," he said, pressing his member at Tom's hole. "A little lubrication never hurt, love." He slowly slid inside Tom, hissing at the tightness that enveloped him.

Tom tensed instinctively, but forced himself to relax against the invading piece of flesh. His fingers gripped tightly at the couch cushion and spread his legs further apart, moaning softly when Georg's cock bumped against his prostate. Georg seated himself fully inside Tom, waiting for Tom's consent to start thrusting. Tom wiggled slightly, pressing back against Georg. It was consent enough for Georg, who started a slow rhythm of gentle thrust, taking care to slide against Tom's prostate with each inward thrust. Tom growled and placed his hands onto the couch arm, pushing himself forcefully against Georg. Georg growled himself, taking hold of Tom's hips and roughly thrust into him. The slow rhythm gave way to a faster one with shorter thrusts and a twist in angle. Tom braced his legs on the ground and his arms on the couch as Georg pulled his hips low and upwards, making Tom feel momentary pain at the awkward angle his body was placed at, but soon gave way to pleasure as the new angle had Georg pounding into his hole deeply.

Georg leaned forward and bit at Tom's ear, tugging the lobe with his teeth. Tom hissed and arched his body towards the couch, eager to get release from his aching cock. Georg moved with him, thrusting their bodies against the couch. Each thrust unknowingly moved the couch a fraction of a centimeter forward, but neither male noticed and continued their frantic lovemaking. Tom's groin tightened further with each thrust from Georg, the feel of his member driving into his body and stretching him to his fullest, mingled with the feel of the coarse fabric of the couch swiftly brought Tom over the edge. He tensed his body and became still, spilling his seed and coating the side of the couch thoroughly. He rubbed himself against the couch, whimpering softly. His muscles spasmed against Georg's cock, gripping it like a vice and making it hard for Georg to move. He thrust a few more times within the impossibly tight heat of Tom before coating Tom's innards with his seed. Both then slumped heavily against the couch, breathless.

Georg was first to move, removing himself from Tom completely. Tom whined softly at the loss of Georg's warmth and slowly stood up. He turned to Georg, a small smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around the others waist. He placed a gentle kiss to Georg's nose, sighing softly.

"That was brilliant, Georg," he said softly.

Georg smiled, wrapping his arms around Tom's neck and bestowing a similar kiss to Tom's forehead. "Anything for you," he said softly, rubbing their noses together.

"Well, isn't that sweet." Tom squealed and flushed when Gustav's voice broke the comfortable atmosphere. He immediately removed himself from Georg and shoved his too large shirt down in order to try and hide his naked bottom.

Gustav laughed lightly, a smile on his lips. "I leave you two alone and I come back to find you two have messed up the couch and managed to scare Bill," he said, shaking his head. "Brilliant job, guys."

Tom was crimson, looking around for his pants or his boxers. Georg had tugged a blanket lying on a chair and wrapped it around himself like a toga. He looked at Bill, whom was staring at Tom and Georg with his mouth open slightly. Sensing Georg's eyes on him, Bill closed his mouth and looked at Georg. He gave him a weird look before scowling at the mess Tom made.

Oh, yes, a very interesting month indeed...

~TBC~

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A/N: Next chapter to be posted Tuesday. Enjoy, y'all. :D
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