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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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Returning to work with their faces healed back to normal, Georg has the spotlight on their first day and Tom is not needed very much. With nothing else to do but sit and smoke, the young actor is able to think long and honestly about the state of his relationship with Georg and the hypocritical way he’s been behaving towards the older man. Tom still remembers the last words he said to Georg during their fight.

“I thought you were one of the good guys, Georg. But I guess I was wrong.”

And that wasn't the worst of it. He swore at Georg for sleeping with the maid. Yet, Tom slept with Billinda when she arrived for her surprise visit on the set not that long ago and Georg didn’t say a single goddamn word about it. He was upset, that much was clear, but Georg didn’t yell at Tom or call him a sack of shit or a lying bastard. Okay, Georg DID call him a two-timing little slut but Tom rightfully deserved that. Georg did not deserve what Tom said and Tom has no right to stipulate who Georg sleeps with. None whatsoever.

Though he could have laid the fault squarely on her shoulders, Tom isn’t blaming Ria for what happened. Georg said he was the seducer. Even if she tried to resist – and that’s highly doubtful – one hundred watts of green-eyed male charm aimed in her direction would have made her melt like candle wax. If Tom, aloof and distrustful tough-guy by nature, couldn’t resist Georg’s persistent advances then a mere cleaning girl doesn’t stand a chance. The thought of Georg’s hands and mouth on Ria’s caramel skin, the thought of him thrusting inside her curvaceous body makes Tom wild with jealousy but he can’t do anything about it because it already happened and nothing can change that. He’s just going to have to deal with it.

The one thing that consoles him is that at least it wasn’t Hannah Dallas. At least Georg didn’t sleep with her. Tom can avoid Ria from now on by being well out of his trailer before she comes to clean but if it had been Hannah, he would have to see the woman on set every fucking day and be constantly reminded that Georg’s dick had been in her. Yes, he should be thankful that Ria was there to divert Georg’s attention away from the red-headed cougar that is Ms. Dallas. Tom should be thanking Ria for letting Georg take out his sexual frustrations on her instead of the one woman who is Tom’s biggest threat and rival. Hannah is older and more self-confident than Tom and way more successful than he is, or probably ever will be. He certainly doesn’t earn a huge salary or have something like thirty films on his resume. He’s never won any acting awards while Hannah’s got a whole cupboard full of them, just like Georg. She’s got an enormous mansion surrounded by stables and acres of green countryside, lavish holiday houses by the beach and a personal chef to cook her meals while Tom’s got a rented apartment and a microwave. On top of all that, Hannah’s completely single.

In a way, Ria saved Georg from Hannah. If Georg had lured the divorced actress into bed, she would have dug her manicured nails into his tanned hide and not let go. The next thing Tom would hear is the news that the besotted couple have moved in together and are happily riding horses and playing with their dogs on their multimillion-dollar ranch while planning an extravagant wedding reception and preparing the nursery for ridiculously good-looking babies. Thinking about that possible outcome, all of a sudden the maid goes from being the skank to being the saviour. Rather than hate her, Tom really owes Ria one for that. It seems a very large tip is in order.

Because if Georg slept with Hannah, he would end up marrying her.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen and against all odds, Georg still wants to be with Tom. Even after Tom behaved like a selfish, jealous little bitch. Georg called him up and said that he still had the fire inside, the fire that won’t die. Tom knows exactly what that means because he feels the fire too. He felt it ever since Georg first kissed him and it burns even now. That mutual fire must have propelled Georg to come see Tom’s band, not that they saw each other, but Bill told him that the older man had been there. Tom didn’t think he’d come. It’s a good thing Bill didn’t tell him until after the show or Tom wouldn’t have been able to perform the way he did, knowing Georg was watching his every move. Despite having a blast at the pub with Bill and his other bandmates, Tom missed Georg not being around. He missed the man during their whole week off and despite enjoying his break with Bill, Tom still longed for Georg’s company, for his touch, for his kiss.

With all this thinking he’s been doing lately, the eighteen year old actor has come to realise something significant. He’s been kidding himself by saying that what he’s done with Georg isn’t cheating. Because it is, regardless of whether or not they have had actual sexual intercourse. All along, Tom’s been hanging onto the notion that as long as no dicks went into any asses, it can’t be classified as an adulterous affair but he knows, and Georg knows, that’s a load of bullshit. They’ve been naked together. They’ve had skin-on-skin contact. Hands, mouths and tongues have been all over each other’s bodies, into every crevice and hidden place. There’s been moaning, swearing, panting and sweating. Semen has been spilled onto groins, bellies and chests and has also been swallowed. The fact that no dicks have been in any asses is a minor technicality.

It’s still sex. It still shouldn’t have happened. If Tom was free and unattached it would be perfectly fine for him to do all those things with his male co-star but he’s not so he shouldn’t have given in to temptation. It’s not just the activity between the sheets that constitutes cheating, either. It’s the time. Tom and Georg have spent a lot of time together, not only kissing and touching but talking, sharing secrets and pain, sharing emotions and affections, comforting, hugging. The private time that they have spent together - alone, knowingly, willingly - is what makes it cheating. While all this business has been going on, Tom’s dedicated girlfriend has been kept completely in the dark.

If he keeps this up, Billinda will eventually find out. Chicks always find out when their man is screwing around. If she doesn’t catch Tom in the act herself, someone else will and that someone will go and leak the information to Bill, and then Tom’s deception will be blown wide open. And he will deserve whatever he gets. Tom knows perfectly well that he has fucked up and is finally ready to claim full liability for it. He’s done wrong. By Bill and by Georg. Not only has he been untruthful to his steady female partner, but he’s been teasing and taunting his older co-worker by fooling around with him yet withholding any real intimacy, which is what Georg wants most of all. Tom has gotten close to Georg and then pushed him away, too many times to count. Tom has hurt him with callous comments and kissed him all in the same day, giving Georg confusing mixed signals. For weeks Tom has been frustrating and vexing the poor guy and for what? To cling to some deluded perception that he still retains a degree of honour? That’s a joke. Tom has no honour. If he did, he’d make a choice and be faithful to one person. Over the last few months, he hasn’t done that. He hasn’t been faithful to anybody. He’s been sharing his bed with two different people without any true respect for their feelings, caring more about his own gratification than about either of them, caring more about not getting caught than doing the right thing.

While he’s been deceitfully hiding this affair from his trusting girlfriend, Tom has been selfishly taking from his patient, kindhearted male co-star without giving anything back but unsubstantiated hints of a future relationship. Those are just words. It’s time to stop making empty promises and take action. It’s time to right some wrongs. There is one particular thing Tom can do that may make up for all the attitude and ill-treatment he has shown his caring and forgiving boyfriend. Yeah. ‘Boyfriend’. Georg has always been his boyfriend and Tom has always been Georg’s too; he just didn’t want to admit it until now. What Tom plans to do next involves sinking to even lower depths than before but after everything he’s done already, will it really matter? He’s past the point of holding himself back for decency’s sake. There’s nothing decent about what he’s been doing. He’s already cheated.

And if he’s going to cheat, he may as well do it in spectacular style.

………

After Gustav wraps up late that evening, Tom takes a shower, gets changed and marches out the door with single-minded purpose, headed right for Georg’s place. It’s dark outside, shadows lurking in every corner. Big lamps on tall poles, similar to street lights, are scattered throughout the lot and cast enough illumination to get around without colliding into a parked automobile or trailer. These lamps have attracted hordes of moths, bugs and insects, some of them dropping to the ground, others flying past at head-level. Still phobic of bugs due to the angry wasp that attacked him in childhood, Tom dodges as many of the small creatures as he can, not wanting any to crawl up his pants leg or get stuck in his hair.

With surprise, Tom and Georg bump into each other halfway and stop in the middle of the asphalted lot, the two actors unsure of what to do or say next, habitually taking in each other’s appearances. Georg is dressed in a maroon rodeo-style shirt with press-stud buttons and black jeans with boots. His hands are shoved into his pockets. His cropped hair looks soft and natural, the top part combed simply with his fingers after being towel-dried. The chestnut brown strands appear a lot more touchable and inviting this way than slicked back with a handful of ultra-hold gel and left to set rock-hard as it is after he leaves the stylist’s chair in the mornings.

Also wearing his hair opposite to the meticulous way his character does, Tom’s blond tresses are loose and free, hanging down past his shoulders with a slight wave to it, lighter on the ends than at the roots. He is holding a lit cigarette between his first two fingers and he takes a puff on it, bashfully peeping through the drapery of his unbound mane as if it somehow protects him, like an armoured helmet. In uncomfortable situations like this, Tom feels more secure when he’s hiding behind his hair, when people can’t see all of his face. That’s why he doesn’t like cutting it. He feels naked with it short.

“Hey,” Georg casually comments, dispelling the uncomfortable quietness.

“Hey.” Tom briefly glances up at the brunette male. “I heard you came to our gig.”

“I did. I really enjoyed it.”

“Thanks.” The guitarist drags on his cigarette again.

Georg indicates to Tom’s street clothes. “Going out somewhere?”

Exhaling a stream of smoke, Tom answers, “I was just coming to see you, actually.”

“Same,” Georg replies, laughing uneasily.

Tom clumsily pushes his hair out of his eyes so he can meet his co-star’s gaze. “We really need to talk, G.”

“Yeah.” The older actor nods. “We do.”

There’s a few moments of awkward, tongue-tied silence.

Then, Tom quips jokingly, “Your place or mine?”

Relieved that one of them has taken the initiative, Georg offers, “How about mine?” Then he uncertainly glances down at his boots. “Um...That’s if it’s not going to be too weird for you...”

“Why? ‘Cause you boned Ria on your bed?” Tom guesses dryly.

“The bed’s fine. We...uh...we used the couch,” Georg admits, the tips of his ears flushing with shame.

“Couch, huh?” Tom drawls, thinking that Georg and Ria must have been eager for it if they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. “Well, I’ll come over but I’m sure you’ll understand if I refuse your invitation to take a seat.”

Desperate to forget the disgraceful thing he did, Georg says shortly, “Let’s go then. I don’t wanna stay out here.” He slaps at the nape of his neck and peers up at the nearest lamp where a cloud of winged insects hover, banging into the light globe like children bouncing off the walls of a jumping castle.

“Bugs will eat us alive.”

Tom automatically looks down at himself and over his shoulders, checking his clothes and shaking out his hair with one hand to make sure no stinging, crawling critters have lodged in there. An iridescent beetle lands on his sleeve and he flicks it off, jams his cigarette in the corner of his mouth and hurries after Georg who is beginning to lead the way back to his trailer. Tom catches up, keeping pace with Georg’s purposefully efficient stride, neither of them speaking but knowing they have a lot to chat about.

Once inside and away from the bugs, the younger actor gives the cream-coloured couch in Georg’s lounge area a quick once-over but can’t see any visible sperm stains. He doesn’t even know why he’s looking for any. The mere sight of the location where Georg coupled with the maid is enough to make him feel sick so spotting actual proof of orgasm won’t do Tom any favours. He forces himself to turn his back on the contaminated item of furniture, putting the past in the past and focusing on the present. Recalling that his colleague has a thing about shoes on carpet, Tom unlaces his sneakers and kicks them off while Georg lines his black leather boots up beside the door. Unshod, the two actors turn and face each other, the awkwardness they feel showing in their stances and in their faces. Tom toys with his lip-ring while Georg nervously licks his own lips, the pair of men shyly meeting eyes and quickly looking away.

“So...” Tom says slowly, not sure where to start or how to diffuse the tension.

“Um…...” Georg scratches his neck, where an unidentified flying arthropod had tried taking a bite out of him.

If this was a couple of weeks ago, they’d be tearing each other’s clothing off with no time wasted on talking but circumstances have changed recently. Expectations have been shattered, emotions have been torn apart, accusations have been made and their future together is no longer certain, not that it ever was in the first place. Very soon, this film that they are making will be over. Their costumes will be returned, their trailers will be cleaned out and they will have to take their luggage home to different cities. Tom and Georg know that if they want to keep seeing each other after this movie is finished, something concrete has to be laid down. They have to have a proper discussion about their relationship, to come to an agreement, to create new rules that both of them must abide by, such as not sleeping with anyone else while they are dating. After learning about Ria and Georg, Tom would like to introduce that rule in particular.

However, Georg has already stated that he won’t date Tom if Tom is still seeing Billinda, so the older man’s main rule would be that the kid has to end things with her. Tom has to leave his girlfriend. If they can’t agree on these rules, they may as well call it quits tonight and never see each other again. Even just staying friends would be too hard, so it has to be all or nothing. Due to the powerful feelings that they have on both sides, calling it quits is the last thing the two actors want to do so they better compromise and work out a deal. Both of them have clear ideas of what they require from the other. They just need to sit down and exchange terms and conditions; they need to negotiate. They need to demand what they want in order to get it.

But nobody wants to go first.

Standing there in Georg’s trailer with the twitchy discomfiture of two strangers trapped in a stuck elevator, the co-stars shuffle and fidget, wondering who is going to break the ice and begin the debate. Georg coughs. Tom sniffs. Nobody talks.

“Aw, to hell with it,” Tom finally mutters. “I’ll go first. This time apart that we’ve had has really made me think about everything and I owe you a massive apology, Georg. It took a lot of guts for you to tell me what you did with Ria and I appreciate your honesty.”

The older male blinks. “You do?”

“Yeah. I’m glad I heard it from you and not from set gossip. Most other guys wouldn’t have come clean like that but you’re not like other guys, G. You’re better. Better than anyone I’ve ever met. Better than me,” Tom admits. “I totally overreacted and you didn’t deserve the way I treated you. Not just then but ever since we first got together. Some of the shit I’ve said and done has been way out of line and utterly thoughtless. I’ve been an absolute asshole to you, I realise that, and I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” Georg replies, surprised by the apology and the kid’s new maturity.

Tom digs in his pocket, retrieving something. “Give me your hand.”

“Why?” Georg is suspicious whenever anybody tells him to hold out his hand. You never know what they’re going to put in it. “What have you got?”

“It’s not gonna bite,” Tom remonstrates. “Just give me your hand.”

Still wary, Georg does as requested. A harmless plastic-wrapped object is pressed into the cup of his palm. The edges have been heat-sealed. It’s thin and square with a circular impression in the middle.

It’s a condom.

Georg tilts his head, frowning. “What is this for?”

“What do you think, G? What are they normally used for?”

“Are you saying...? Do you want to...to have sex?” Georg stutters. “Real sex? With-with me?”

“Yes,” Tom confirms, his voice sure and certain. “I want to be with you, Georg. Completely.”

“But what about Bill?”

“I’ve decided to tell her tomorrow. About all the other guys. About us – you and me. I’m gonna tell her everything.”

Eyes widening, Georg asks, “You’re going to break up with her?”

“I won’t have to. After she finds out what I’ve done, she’ll break up with ME.” Tom’s even gaze levels at Georg. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and that’s the best solution. Bill’s gonna get hurt but letting her dump me will hurt her less. It’ll be up to her if she still wants to be friends but I doubt that. Either way, she’ll know the truth. Then I can be all yours and not feel bad about it.”

Georg has the peculiar feeling he has suddenly been transported to another planet via a teleporter and is being spoken to by an extraterrestrial who is assuming the shape of Tom Trumper and mimicking his voice.

“What about your band? What’ll happen there?” Georg queries, thinking that it will be almost impossible for Tom and Bill to keep working together after that.

“Bill will probably kick me out of the band but that’s okay, I’ll just start a new one.” Tom shrugs. “Or I’ll go solo.”

The older man can’t believe Tom is willing to give up his beloved band for him. He knows how much music means to Tom. But going by the way Tom is talking, Georg means more.

“I wanna do this, Georg,” Tom confirms again, closing Georg’s fist around the plastic condom packet. “I wanna do this tonight. I wanna prove how serious I am about you.”

Unable to accept what a huge, life-altering thing the other boy is offering, Georg simply gapes at him.

“That is...if-if you still want to...” Tom says hesitantly, his tone faltering.
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