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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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Exactly thirty seconds after he stormed out of Georg's trailer, Tom comes storming back in and slams the door shut after him that ferociously that the whole trailer rocks on its wheels. He is unmistakably cranky and his hands are balled up into fists. The way he looks up with his dark, almost-black eyes and his brows fiercely drawn together reminds Georg of a wildcat about to rip some poor creature’s jugular out. He warily holds both palms up in surrender and starts backing off.

“Whoa, whoa. Take it easy, Tom,” he hastily says. “Don’t hit me again. Gustav will kill you if you give me a black eye, or God forbid, break my nose. Just calm down, okay?”

“Oh, I’m calm,” Tom replies an eerily neutral tone. “I’ve never been calmer in my life. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna beat you up.” He pauses and adds, “Even though I could.”

Georg is extremely dubious about the other actor’s pledge of peace because his words say one thing but his face says another. Tom’s face says he wants to tear Georg into little bloody pieces and splatter them all over the walls and ceiling.

“Stop looking at me like I’m some psycho,” Tom growls. “I only came back to tell you that what you just did, it didn’t bother me.”

“What?” Georg frowns in confusion, lines furrowing his forehead. “It didn’t? Well, why did you punch me then?”

“You just took me by surprise, that’s all,” Tom declares. “But, I’m over it now. So go ahead, give it your best shot.” He stands there with his chin raised militantly, waiting.

Georg is still frowning. “What do you mean? Hit you? I don’t wanna do that.”

“No. Kiss me,” Tom says impatiently. “C’mon, kiss me all you like. I’m prepared for it now. It’s not gonna bother me.”

Georg gives a little laugh of disbelief and incredulity and rubs the back of his neck. Half a minute ago Tom punched him and swore at Georg as if he’d never been so insulted in all his life and now he’s practically begging him to do it again! The boy is a walking contradiction.

“C’mon,” Tom repeats, lifting his hand and crooking his fingers in a gesture usually reserved for goading people into a fight. “I dare you, motherfucker.”

Georg’s eyebrows elevate at the bold dare and he decides to hell with the consequences, he’s going to take Tom up on it. In a few strides, he closes the gap between them and takes Tom’s face in his hands again, slanting their mouths together before the blond boy has a chance to chicken out. He kisses Tom for a few incredible seconds, ignoring the dull ache in his jawbone, and thinks how soft and pillowy that pair of lush, pierced lips feel against his own. When he breaks it off, Georg opens his eyelids and Tom meets his searching gaze fully, not displaying any sign of weakness. Icy hostility, yes. Weakness, no.

“See?” Tom spits defiantly. “It didn’t bother me at all. I may as well be kissing my Grandmother.”

“Is that right?” Georg retorts, hearing a challenge in that remark. “Well, would your Grandmother kiss you like this?”

He claims Tom’s mouth again, harder, their tongues meeting with the crashing intensity of a thunderstorm. While Tom isn’t actively returning the kiss, he isn’t stopping it either so Georg forces the other boy in the direction of the eating area. Tom’s thighs come into contact with the edge of the table once more and with Georg pushing him, he ends up bending back at the waist, as if he’s going to play Limbo and shimmy under a pole. Tom starts losing his balance and instinctively clutches at Georg’s middle. Instead of helping him stand back up, Georg accelerates his descent by leaning into him and Tom falls back onto the table with the older actor’s upper body on top of him. Georg is between the younger male’s thighs and their bellies and chests are pressed closely together.

So are their mouths. It feels strange to Georg, never having kissed anybody with a lip piercing before. But at the same time it is very sensual, adding a new element to his excitement. What would that metal ring feel like on other parts of the body? Dying to find out, he kisses Tom deeply, rolling his tongue around the other boy’s. The thought that he is actually inside Tom’s hot, wet mouth, and Tom is letting him...Oh, the knowledge sends a shivery shudder right down Georg’s spine.

The baseball cap gets pulled off Tom’s head so Georg can sink his fingers into that mass of flaxen strands. The teen’s hair is astonishingly silky and full of softness considering how it used to be knotted up into chunky dreads, and it smells really nice too, similar to Indian incense. The exotic scent rises up to fill Georg’s head, making him dizzy. He has a strong urge to burrow his face into that hair and breathe in deep but he doesn’t want to give up Tom’s deliciously addictive mouth. If he isn’t careful, he could drown in this kiss and lose himself forever.

Finally, Georg lifts his head back up and gazes down at Tom, who is beginning to look a bit red in the cheeks. In amusement, Georg remarks, “Looks like you’re starting to get bothered now.”

“In your fucking dreams,” the kid replies, trying to sound sullen and resentful but the words just come out sounding breathless. And he’s still clutching Georg’s waist.

“You are, actually,” Georg mutters and covers Tom’s lips again before the younger one can ask what he meant by that comment. This time, Tom starts to kiss him back with equal passion and Georg can’t help groaning gruffly in his chest. At the evidence of Georg’s pleasure, Tom seems to hesitate and withdraws his tongue. Georg chases it with his own and captures the length of flesh, sucking it back into his mouth. Now, it is Tom’s turn to groan. Satisfied that he is winning this little duel of tongues and wills, Georg halts the kiss and looks at Tom beneath him. Both actors are flushed and panting openly.

“Still not bothered, huh, Tom?”

Tom starts to say, “Not in the slight-” then interjects, “Aw, fuck it,” roughly pulling Georg down to him, his lips eagerly parted for the older male’s kiss, not even pretending to hide his hunger this time. Added to the dripping shower, the ticking clock and the humming fridge are the moist, almost obscene sounds of their mouths devouring each other as well as their ragged lungfuls of breath, taken at sporadic intervals.

As they’re kissing upon the table, Georg moves over to straddle Tom’s thigh, so that he’s lying halfway across his co-star and can get his hands on that lean, youthful body. He rumples up Tom’s shirt so he can slip his fingers down there and touch the warm, smooth expanse of the boy’s waist. Tom turns his head to the side, closing his eyes and biting his pierced lip. Georg is now planting kisses and licks on Tom’s neck, tasting salty skin. He slides his palm up along the ripples of Tom’s ribcage and feels the teenager breathing quickly under his hand. He passes over the pectoral muscle on Tom’s hairless chest and locates a masculine nipple, skimming his thumb over it. He gently pinches that little bud between his fingertips, making the blond boy jump.

“Fuck!” Tom gasps in amazement, a bolt of lightning shooting from his chest straight into his groin. He’s had his nipples touched before but it had been a waste of time; it hadn’t done anything for him. It was like they were nerveless and dead. But today it is as if they have suddenly come alive, as if Georg’s fingers have turned on a hidden switch and made pure one hundred and twenty volt electricity course through his torso. Tom involuntarily arches his spine as Georg keeps fondling his nipple and kissing his throat. He can feel Georg’s hardness digging into his hip and knows that his own hard-on is just as noticeable. Making out with Georg Listing is ten times more intense, ten times more exciting than anything Tom has ever experienced.

Responding instinctively and unaware of his own actions until he’s already done them, Tom sinks his hands into Georg’s hair and pushes the older actor down to his chest. Knowing what Tom wants him to do, Georg obliges and takes the pink nipple he had been teasing into his mouth. Instantly, the blond teen nearly bucks them both off the table, swearing more than a few times and loud enough to be heard outside the trailer, if anyone were passing by.

Shocked at his own violent reaction to the feel of Georg’s scalding mouth on his flesh, Tom thinks somewhere in the recesses of his consciousness that he shouldn’t be doing this but his brain can’t force his body to do anything about it. Georg is heavy on top of him and the table is uncomfortably hard and cold underneath him but Tom doesn’t care and doesn’t want to move. This is too fucking good. His hands clenched in Georg’s short hair to hold the second male in place, Tom just lies there submissively with his eyes shut tight and mouth open in an expression of consuming sexual arousal, feeling as though he’s sinking in a red-hot pool of physical need.

Sinking in that red-hot need as well, Georg wetly mouths Tom’s erect nipple, circling and flicking at it with his tongue. Tom is making little noises of desperation at the back of his throat and they are sending Georg up the wall with desire. The older man’s adventurous fingers trail over Tom’s flat belly and through the dark fuzz low on his abdomen to find a belt buckle. Georg starts to pry it loose. It filters into Tom’s lust-drugged mind what Georg is attempting and he hurriedly grabs his co-star’s wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna go down on you,” Georg says in a husky whisper, beginning to kiss along Tom’s chest and stomach towards his groin, Georg’s fingers still working at the belt.

“Wait. Georg, wait,” the younger one stammers, his whole body going taut and stiff. If Georg kisses him there, Tom doesn’t know what will happen next. What will Georg want him to do in return? Oh shit, what if Georg wants to fuck him? He is so not ready for that. Tom is not ready for any of this. He wrenches Georg’s arm away and tries to prevent the second male from kissing down any further.

“Stop it!”

At the sudden, stark terror in Tom’s voice, Georg pulls back, licking his lips, and gazes down at the other young man in confusion and concern. As Georg shifts his hips, Tom noticeably tenses when he feels the other actor’s erection press into his leg.

“What’s wrong?” Georg asks. “Am I scaring you?”

“As if.” Tom’s answer is automatic and defensive but the anxiousness in his wide eyes tells a totally different story.

Immediately regretting what he’s done, Georg rolls off his co-star’s body, standing up and extending his hand to Tom in an apologetic gesture. After a hesitation, Tom takes the offer and Georg helps him to sit up on the round table top. Georg lowers his muscular frame onto the semi-circular padded bench-seat that surrounds the kitchen table. He runs his fingers through his short brown hair and wills his hormones to settle down, inwardly angry at himself for frightening the teenager like that.

“Forgive me Tom; I didn’t mean to freak you out. I’d never hurt you,” Georg insists. “You know that, right?”

Avoiding Georg’s concerned gaze, the younger male is hastily rearranging his own shirt, fixing his belt and putting the cap back on his blond head.

“It’s not you,” Tom eventually mutters when he is done, casting a quick glance in Georg’s direction. “I’ve just never done this before.”

“What, make out?” Georg frowns at him. “I saw you and some dude locking lips in Club Red, so you’ve obviously done this before.”

Glancing up fully, Tom looks startled. “You saw that?”

“Yeah, I did. Next time you try and hide behind a giant speaker with someone, make sure there are no mirrors on the wall next to you,” Georg advises. “From where I was sitting at the bar, I could see you clear as day. So that’s how I know you’ve been with men already.”

“Fine, I’ve kissed guys,” Tom curtly elaborates. “But I haven’t gone any further than that.”

Georg gives another frown. “You’re serious?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I? I’ve done everything there is to do with chicks but when it comes to dudes and fucking...” Tom shrugs uselessly. “I know next to nothing.”

In spite of Tom’s frank admission, Georg finds it hard to believe that the boy is a virgin in the way of male-to-male sex. He reacted to Georg’s touch with too much untamed sensuality.

“You’ve really never done ANYTHING with a guy before?” Georg asks, disbelief shining through in his tone. “So, you’ve never even given or received a blow job?”

“Nope. Not that I haven’t been asked,” Tom acknowledges. “I just haven’t said yes yet. I’ve never even held a dick, apart from my own.” The matter-of-factness in his voice means he is telling the truth.

“Well, that changes things,” Georg muses. “And here I was thinking YOU were the knowledgeable one.”

“What do you mean?” Tom’s face scrunches up in bewilderment. “Weren’t you just about to suck me off?”

“Yes, I was, but that would have been my very first time. I’ve never touched anyone’s dick before either. In fact, I’ve never even kissed another guy and I’ve never wanted to, not once in my entire life. Until I met you,” Georg divulges somewhat shyly.

Tom blinks, rocked by this news. He has actually turned a STRAIGHT guy?

Making a grimace of both sardonic humour and exasperation, Georg remarks, “Well, that’s great. I guess neither of us has any idea what we’re doing here. I was just improvising and hoping you couldn’t tell.”

“I couldn’t tell,” Tom reveals, suitably impressed. “Not at all. You seemed to know exactly what you were doing, especially when you started undoing my belt. Damn. Ever heard of asking first?”

“I’m sorry,” the older actor belatedly apologizes. “I’m not usually so aggressive. I think I was still half in character as Miles back there. Being him makes it easier to do things I’ve never done before in real life.”

Tom gazes at his handsome co-star questioningly. “So, you’re really straight?”

“Well, I was. Guess I’m not anymore. What about you?” Georg asks. “Have you always been bi?”

“I dunno. Probably,” Tom answers with a shrug. When they first met, he thought Georg was one fine-looking dude, especially with those sea-green eyes and that slow, easy smile but Tom never acted upon his attraction, believing Georg was not that way inclined.

“I didn’t think you would kiss me, though, so that’s why I got so mad when you did. It caught me off guard and I don’t like being caught off guard,” Tom informs Georg. “It’s the last thing I expected you, of all people, to do.”

Georg cringes. “Again, I’m sorry I was too aggressive. But I couldn’t stand it any longer.”

“Stand what?”

“The sexual tension that’s constantly between us. And don’t tell me you haven’t felt it. Gustav isn’t here so you don’t have to pretend anymore,” Georg coaxes, noting that the boy’s eyes are shifting uneasily at being confronted with the truth. Regardless of his piercings and tough-guy stance, Tom is only eighteen and Georg, being seven years older, sometimes forgets how young that really is. When he was eighteen, a lot of things scared him too. Some still do.

“Tom, I may have come across as super-confident just before but underneath it all, I was quivering like a leaf,” Georg assures him. “I’m even more inexperienced than you are and trust me when I say I don’t expect anything from you. If all you wanna do is kiss, that’s fine by me. We can just kiss.”

“I don’t want to anymore,” Tom almost whispers, his gaze cast down at his hands which are apprehensively gripping the table’s edge he’s sitting on. “I don’t want to do anything with you right now.”

Rather than sounding hurt or disappointed, Georg’s voice is unexpectedly empathetic. “Hey, if you’re not ready for this, Tom, that’s okay. You can go.”

“I can?” Tom sounds very doubtful. He didn’t think Georg would let him off the hook just like that, not after everything they’ve already done. Not after what they’ve started. It’s like ordering a three course meal and paying for it in advance and then leaving after only having the entrée.

“Of course you can. I’m not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do. I’m not just after a meaningless screw, all right? I actually do care about your feelings.” Leaning in, Georg grazes his knuckles gently over Tom’s cheekbone. “I care about YOU, Tom.”

Tom sucks in a shaky breath, still anxious by their nearness, so Georg grudgingly takes his fingers away and stands up, giving Tom a clear path to the exit. The teenager stays sitting on the tabletop, chewing his lower lip and toying with his piercing in nervousness. He lifts his lashes and timidly meets Georg’s gaze. Tom’s eyes are the deepest, darkest brown Georg has ever beheld, almost dark enough to drown in. He’s so beautiful. Georg wants him to stay, he wants it more than Tom will ever know but he can’t force the kid. He wouldn’t want to have Tom by force anyway. He wants Tom to want him too. And at that point in time, he doesn’t.

“So, go on. Leave if you want to leave.” Georg gestures towards the door. “I understand. Really.”

Tom doesn’t normally care too much about other people’s feelings but for some reason he cares what Georg thinks and he feels bad for leaving his older co-star unfulfilled and frustrated like this. After all, Tom was the one who came to Georg’s trailer in the first place. He was the one who invited Georg to kiss him again. He was the one kissing Georg back like a bitch in heat. He was the one who wanted his nipple licked. And now he’s gonna just walk out and not come back.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, showing real emotion and regret for once.

“Don’t be.” Georg shakes his head. “I’ll live.”

“I didn’t mean to...you know, lead you on or anything. It’s just that I’m not...” Tom trails off, unsure how to finish his sentence.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Tom. I don’t think any less of you. In fact, I respect you even more for standing up for yourself. You know what you want, or don’t want in this case, and I admire you for that.”

Tom sees no recrimination in the other man’s angular face, only understanding. Overwhelmed by Georg’s kindness and unselfishness, Tom realises that not a lot of guys would be so cool about the same situation.

“It’s not you, G. You haven’t done anything wrong,” Tom clarifies swiftly, in case Georg starts thinking he isn’t attractive enough or has some other intolerable flaw.

The issue of them having to work together isn’t stopping Tom either as he’s hooked up with co-workers before. That’s how he met his current girlfriend, Billinda. She designed and tailored all of his outfits on the first movie he was in and they’ve been together ever since. She’s a dark-haired, dark-eyed Goth beauty with a few piercings, much like Tom himself. But Bill (as he calls her) is not here, therefore Tom can theoretically do whatever he wants to. Yet, he isn’t. And he’s not quite sure why.

“I said: you don’t have to explain,” Georg repeats.

“Then, I’m gonna go,” Tom announces and slides off the table top, heading towards the exit.

“Tom, wait a minute.”

The brown-eyed teen halts in trepidation when he hears his own name. He peeks up at Georg past the brim of his cap, praying that the older guy is not going to change his mind and ask Tom to stay. All he wants is to get as far away from Georg as he can, and fast.

“What?”

“It’s not gonna get all awkward and weird tomorrow, is it?” Georg asks worriedly. “After what we just did? I mean, we’re gonna be closely working together for a few more months yet. Not only are you my co-star but I consider you a good friend and I don’t want what happened here to mess that up. You know what I’m saying?”

“Sure. Let’s just forget it. Let’s just pretend it never fuckin’ happened, okay?” In spite of his nonchalant tone, Tom can’t look Georg in the eye anymore.

“If that’s what you want, then okay,” Georg agrees slowly, knowing full well that’s a blatant lie. Because he won’t be able to pretend. He won’t be able to forget it.

Never ever.

“Okay. Great,” Tom quickly says, the urge to get out of there and back to the safety of his own trailer quite evident in the tone of his voice. “Later, Listing.”

“Yeah. See ya later,” Georg returns but the teen has already rushed out of the door and closed it after him without a second glance. The trailer seems very big and empty and quiet without him in it.

With a huge sigh, Georg flops back onto his bed, his body still heated and pumping with blood from the close contact with Tom, a thousand thoughts and questions whirling around in his head.

Why does Tom still have a girlfriend if he likes guys so much? Why is he afraid to go further with them? What would have happened if he had stayed with Georg tonight? What would they have done? Nothing but kissing and touching? Something else?

A whole lot of something else?

Georg sighs again. He doesn’t know what would have happened and probably never will. Tom has his own personal reasons for doing what he does and they are none of Georg’s business. He just has to stop thinking about the kid, keep his distance and concentrate on finishing this film like the professional actor he is.

Easier said than done...
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