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Sock Syndrome	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2480 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Bill and Tom Kaulitz, or any members of Tokio Hotel. I do not know Adam Lambert. I am not making any money from the writing of this story. None of the following actually happened.

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A/N: Originally this was going to be a Tom/Bill twincest fic but after feedback from readers (who seemed to be getting tired of twincest) we decided to scrap that idea and make it an Adam/Bill story instead! But don’t worry, Tom will not be forgotten about and will feature prominently in this fic, perhaps even finding a male love-interest of his own. Hope this change pleases you guys. We’re really excited about it! ^^

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Chapter 3.

Sensing that Adam wanted to be left alone with the gorgeous German vocalist, the people in Adam’s gang got up and drifted away, leaving him and Bill with the whole couch to themselves. Tommy, the bass guitarist in Adam’s band, gave Bill a jealous glance as he left, the blond male seeming a little put out that Adam didn’t even notice he was leaving.

Adam might have been oblivious but Bill was not, even though he inwardly wondered that he was still perceiving anything at all what with his blood alcohol level. Everyone was leaving which he couldn´t have cared less about. In fact it was quite nice to get a bit more space to unfold his lean body. He also might have snickered at the way Adam pronounced his last name, but Bill was used to that already as well. Anyhow, despite his swirling thoughts, the champagne bubbling in his mind and throwing everything around, the singer became aware of the piercing look at bore right through his head. Suppressing the urge to shrug it off, his black rimmed eyes flickered up through the disco light and moist, warm heavy air to briefly meet another boy´s scorching gaze.

Bill had never met him before, but he was handsome and flashy as well and he was looking at Bill in a way that was not friendly at all. The younger Kaulitz brother nibbled at his glass and blinked, his alcohol induced brain slowly working around his indignation that this guy he didn´t even know was throwing him inappropriately impolite glares. Puffing out his lower lip a bit that glistened wetly with golden champagne, Bill demonstratively turned back around to Adam to continue his conversation. He was just about to give an answer that he had carefully sorted out in hopefully somewhat decent English, when he was struck by a sudden epiphany and his eyes grew a bit wider. His head shot back around to Tommy, and staring at the man he said into Adam´s direction,

"Is that your friend?" Then he dully remembered that in English there was a distinction made between a platonic friend and a lover and licking his lips Bill settled his gaze back on Adam, half curious, half alienated. "Your boyfriend, I mean?"

Adam frowned, not knowing who Bill was talking about. He followed the singer’s line of sight and saw Tommy standing there, the bassist appearing a little sulky, pouting his lipsticked mouth before sullenly flipping his long blond fringe and turning his back in a deliberate snub. Adam’s frown deepened. Why was Tommy so put out? Just because Adam asked him to move over and make room for Bill? Why should that bother him? Or was it because Adam’s and Bill’s thighs were touching?

“No,” Adam muttered, still frowning at his bandmate’s stiff back. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Facing the Mohawk-wearing musician once again, Adam explained, “We’re just friends, Bill. We fool around on stage together – you know, I grab his hair, smack him on the ass, kiss him during one of our songs. It’s kind of our ‘thing’. Everyone who comes to our shows expects it. It’s called fan service. Kind of like when you go up to your brother on stage and sing to him. Or when you flash your belly-tattoo to the crowd. It drives the girls wild. That’s what we do, only in a more R-rated manner. Have you ever seen any of our concerts?”

Bill was gazing at him with glassy eyes, halfway through yet another flute of champagne, the intoxicated young singer trying to follow the quick conversation and not look confused.

Answering his own question, Adam talkatively dismissed, “Of course you haven’t. You probably don’t even like my music. Anyway, because of the things we do people think Tommy and I are an item, but we’re not. It’s just for show. I don’t even have a boyfriend at the moment.”

Smirking at Bill’s obvious curiosity, Adam finished by twitching a flirty eyebrow at him and asking, “Why? You looking for one?”

There was a brief moment of silence in which Bill sported an extremely taxing and contemplative look as he watched Adam, indicating that maybe indeed he was looking for someone. It was over before Adam could have reacted to it, Bill simply casually shrugging, not even noticing his slip up.

“Maybe. But I barely meet anyone. It´s just flying from one city to the next, do a show, fall asleep, get up early to catch the next flight...”

It probably wasn´t the answer Adam had hoped for, but Bill wouldn´t make it that easy for him just yet. So what if he was a bit intoxicated and had decided to test the waters; it didn´t mean that Bill had to behave like some sex-starved slut. He still had control over himself, he wasn´t that drunk. Besides, Adam could probably relate, he lead a similar life to Bill´s, the German rock star suspected.

On the couch he started to fidget a bit, bumping against Adam´s knee again, but he didn´t really notice. Inside him a hunger had started to grow, beginning to consume him the longer he was sitting here, talking to Adam. It made him nervous and had him on edge. Rubbing his palms over thighs repeatedly, Bill finally said, slurring a bit,

“I need a cigarette. Is there some place I can smoke?”

It was a miracle that he had managed so long without it but now he really, really needed one and since smoking inside wasn´t allowed Bill hoped that Adam knew a place outside or whatever.

“Yeah, there’s an area out the back where you can smoke.” Seeing a chance to gain a little more privacy with his boy-crush, Adam stood up and volunteered, “Come on. I’ll take you there.”

He almost offered his hand to Bill but then decided against it, not wanting to offend the kid by insinuating he was too drunk to get up by himself. Bill had no trouble getting to his feet, although he was perhaps a little clumsy as he did so but Adam guessed that the younger male was naturally clumsy anyway. With those long skinny legs, he’d kinda have to be.

As he and Bill left, Adam glanced back at Tommy but the blond man was steadfastly pretending to ignore him, although Adam could sense that his bandmate was peeking at them from the corner of his eye. If his petulant attitude was anything to go by, there was clearly something up Tommy’s ass, something to do with Adam and what he might or might not have done. Letting it go for now, Adam resolved to talk to him about it later because right now Bill Kaulitz needed a smoke and that was far more important than Tommy’s silly sulking.

Leading the way, the American singer headed towards the rear of the building, Bill trailing after him, Adam gallantly clearing the way through the crowd, smiling and greeting other various well-known and influential music industry individuals as he went, accepting their congratulations on his recently-won award with aplomb and grace, though Adam’s sidetracked mind wasn’t on the golden trophy at that moment, only on the twenty one year old vocalist at his back. He kept checking to see that Bill was still following and that he didn’t get swallowed up by the masses because if he lost Bill now he’d never be able to find him again. Bill stumbled once behind him, tripping over a discarded bottle with his high heeled boots, but Adam quickly grabbed his arm, steadying the tall boy, only releasing him when he knew Bill had his balance back. No doubt the kid was a tough nut who didn’t need looking after and didn’t take shit from anybody, but Bill seemed to have this sweet fragility about him – some kind of well-hidden yet detectable vulnerability - and Adam’s paternal instincts just wanted to keep him safe and take care of him. But Bill wasn’t his to take care of. Besides, he had a bigger older brother for that. Nervously glancing around, Adam made sure Tom Kaulitz wasn’t furiously marching over to kick his ass for daring to lay a hand on his precious twin but the well-muscled Tokio Hotel guitarist was nowhere to be seen.

Thank God.

Not that Adam was scared of him. ...Much. Hey, he might be gay but Adam also had a brother of his own and he still knew how to fight like a guy. He could take on Tom. But he didn’t really want to fight Bill’s angry sibling, or anyone really, so Adam was glad when he came to the back exit of the building, one that led onto a large wooden deck littered with ashtrays and empty bottles and cans. Narrow steps led down to an alley, which in turn would lead out onto the street outside. A pair of disinterested security guards manned the exit, just to ensure uninvited guests or fans didn’t try to sneak in this way. They didn’t pay any attention to the two outlandishly dressed singers as they strolled onto the deck, the buff bouncers showing no indication that they recognised either of them. Once outside, the sound of music faded enough so that talking would become easier, without having to shout. The air was cooler out here, the heat less stifling. There were a few other people grouped in the smoking area as well, including a couple of members of Thirty Seconds To Mars, but they didn’t seem to care much about Bill or Adam’s arrival, the other men idly nodding to them and getting back to their own conversation. Adam quite fancied their lead singer and thought he was super-hot but Jared wasn’t there among them. Even if he had been, Adam would still choose to be with Bill tonight because nobody, not even Jared Leto and his eyeliner, was prettier than Bill Kaulitz.

He wondered if he should tell Bill that. Probably not.

After declining Bill’s offer of a cigarette, Adam leaned his solid figure back against the railing, watching the svelte young man he’d escorted out here insert a filter between his glossy pink lips and light up with a flick of a black-painted thumbnail, Bill seeming rather relieved once he’d drawn in and gotten his nicotine rush, shifting his spiked head aside and courteously exhaling a cloud of grey fumes away from Adam. Such a polite little creature!

“I used to smoke. A while ago,” Adam revealed. “But I have to take care of my voice now. However, I still do a bit of this occasionally.”

Here he mimed holding a joint in his fingertips and sucking in with squinty eyes. Then he grinned and winked at Bill, nudging the boy with his elbow.

“But don’t tell anyone, okay? I’m a role model these days, you know.”

“Never!” Bill impulsively replied, inwardly shuddering. Being a superstar himself he knew how precious and important little secrets were that could be kept to one´s own when the media sniffed through their dirty underwear on a daily basis to find out the last bit about them and have a new headline. It was hard to keep some privacy to themselves, and since Bill felt the burden of responsibility himself he tried to keep a clean official profile. But it was hard being a good, politically correct person all the time (not that he let the media dictate how he behaved, but it was his own decision to try and come across as a decent person to a certain point). He allowed himself a few sins behind the scenes as well, like excessive smoking.

The comment about Adam worrying about his voice from too much smoking caused the slender singer to almost stubbornly take a long suck from his cig. He knew exactly that it wasn´t healthy, and he had experienced the horror of losing one´s very foundation of living... but he couldn´t stop. Maybe it was a sign of weakness, but Bill didn´t really want to think about it. He wanted to enjoy this smoke now.

He had wanted to ask something, something about the role model thing, but in his quite drunken state it had slipped his foggy mind. The fresh cool air was helping a bit, cooling his warm cheeks and making him shiver a little. Bill wasn´t dressed for this kind of weather with his thin shirt and the leather jacket. Unconsciously he drew a bit closer to Adam, the only source of warmth out here. His cigarette was almost dead as well, but Bill already fumbled with another one.

As he stuck it between his lips, fighting with the lighter he blurted, looking curiously up at Adam,

“So, are you really gay? Or´s that just a PR gag?”

Throwing his head back, Adam laughed out loud. “Are you serious? C’mon man, I’m standing here with glitter down to my balls! I don’t think I could look any queerer if I tried.”

His amusement faded when Bill didn’t laugh back. In fact, the multilingual boy appeared even more confused and Adam hadn’t even used any big English words. Bill really couldn’t tell if Adam was gay or not! That was genuinely surprising.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were joking,” Adam hastily apologised, hoping he hadn’t upset the other young man with his blithe laughter. “Nobody usually asks me that. I just assume everyone knows already. God no, it’s not a gag. I wouldn’t fake being gay just for publicity’s sake.”

He frowned into Bill’s inquiring eyes, wondering what was going on inside the mind of Tokio Hotel’s lead singer. Having built himself a stellar career before he even started shaving, Bill was clearly smart and did not lack for intelligence whatsoever but some of his comments came across as quite clueless and naive. Maybe in spite of his rock-star status and sultry-eyed sexiness he was actually really inexperienced and innocent…

“Honey, I’ve been like this since the day I was born,” Adam matter-of-factly explained in his American drawl. “I didn’t realise I was gay until I was twelve but my mom first suspected it when I was only a little kid. Instead of playing with toy trucks I’d be playing with her makeup, and my dad found out a bit later on when he caught me in my room watching gay porn. But they never made me feel ashamed about it. My family’s always been supportive of me and they love me no matter what. I’ve been incredibly blessed in that way.”

Adam halted, making a grimace. “Not that it wasn’t difficult, being a queer Jewish teenager in high school. Back then, I didn’t want anyone to know I was into boys and tried to hide it. With that, having braces and being pimply and overweight, I guess you could say my adolescence was very...awkward.”

He shrugged it off, grinning at Bill with now-perfect teeth. “Good thing I grew up to be so fucking hot, huh?”

In the split-second after he’d said the words, Adam wanted to slap himself. There he went hitting on poor Bill again with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. But he just couldn’t help it. After evolving from an ugly duckling with zero confidence into a glittery glamorous swan, Adam always felt as though he had to make up for lost time, to show the world that he was actually attractive, self-assured, sexy and successful now. Sometimes he went over the top trying to prove that, however. He knew he ought to tone his brazen behaviour down a bit in front of a nice boy like Bill but it was too easy to flirt with the kid, especially when he kept looking at Adam with those big, beautiful chocolate-brown eyes. Bill seemed inquisitive about Adam’s sexuality, which was absolutely fine (a lot of people asked Adam about it and he didn’t mind giving honest answers) but the older male sensed that perhaps Bill was asking for more personal reasons than general curiosity. After all, Bill accidentally admitted back inside that he was ‘maybe’ looking for a boyfriend...

“Why do you ask about my sexual orientation?” Adam inquired, shifting nearer to the chain-smoking young man and softening his voice to an understanding, confidential level so the Thirty Seconds to Mars guys standing a few feet away couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Are you questioning yours, Bill?”

Had he been sober this would definitely have been the point where Bill would have bolted. No matter how tough and confident he appeared otherwise, when it came to his sexuality he was vulnerable and uncertain and he wouldn´t have allowed such an intrusion into his comfort zone. This wasn´t simple fooling around with no consequences; this was serious shit and Adam was apparently interested in Bill. Not that Bill wasn´t interested; he was curious and Adam was attractive and more than willing too, it seemed. But he was also a complete stranger and Bill hadn´t even told Tom that he was uncertain about his preference when it came to potential mates...

The alcohol eventually decided for Bill. It urged the singer to seize the chance and play with fire. No one needed to know and if it wasn´t Bill´s cup of tea he´d just leave.

“And what if I did?” he purred, voice low and smooth, one dark eyebrow lifted in challenge, the corners of his lips twitching into a seductive smirk.

Adam nearly came in his pants.

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Meanwhile, Tom Kaulitz had no doubt about his own sexuality, still enthusiastically kissing and groping the girl with the green eyes and hair, pressing her up against the wall, his hands all over her – on her thighs, her ass, up her shirt and inside her bra - anywhere he could reach, really. She was just as enthusiastic - grabbing at his neatly-braided cornrows (which Tom hated because it hurt his scalp and began to mess the braids up, however, he let it slide this time), the girl feeling his muscled arms and abs, even checking the size of his cock by giving it a squeeze through his pants. Tom groaned into her mouth. Drunk, frustrated and horny, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her right here in the corner but even he had limits as to what he’d do in a public place. The last thing he needed was a full page photo of him screwing a random chick at an awards party plastered all over German gossip magazines. Not only would he disgrace his parents but Bill would completely kill Tom if he did anything to ruin Tokio Hotel’s (mostly) wholesome image. So far, none of them had been caught doing the usual scandalous celebrity things like drugs, drink driving or beating someone up – well, except for the unfortunate stalker incident a while ago but that wasn’t entirely Tom’s fault. That bitch had just stepped over the line and anyone who stalked, harassed and insulted his family, and especially his little brother, deserved whatever they got. Since the lawsuit settled down, Tom had been trying extra-hard to be good and stay out of the news and Bill would be uber-angry at him if he did anything to draw more unwanted attention their way.

But damn, this girl was so fine! And so were her tits. How was he supposed to wait until they went somewhere else?

Finally pulling his mouth free from the girl’s, Tom licked his wet lips, gazing at her with hazy, lust-infused eyes, his wandering hands slipping out from under her top to rest around her curvy hips.

“Voss your name?” he slurred, his thick German accent coming through much more strongly in his inebriated state.

“Trixie,” she answered with a coy flutter of her lashes. “Trixie Violet.”

Tom almost snorted in her face. Trixie Violet? Yeah, sure. Nobody named their kid something ridiculous like that. It was almost as bad as ‘Black Questionmark’. She probably made it up, invented it to make herself sound cooler and more edgy. Her real name was probably something bland and boring but if she wanted to be called Trixie Violet, Tom’d go along with it. Anything for a nice piece of pussy.

“So, miss Trixie. I’m goin’ back to my hotel. You coming?” He barely hid his suggestive leer.

“I sure hope to,” she replied in a predatory voice. “More than once...”

Her eyes gleamed, rather like a cat that’s about to pounce on a mouse, and for some reason that made Tom a little uneasy but he quashed the feeling down, too eager for sex to dwell upon it.

“Awesome,” he enthused, almost tasting her on his tongue already. “Just wait here a second. I gotta tell my brother that I’m leaving.”

“What, he can’t survive without you?” She was drawling, almost mocking. “You’re not Siamese twins, you know.”

“Well, no, but I can’t just leave without telling him. I won’t be long,” he promised, starting to back away. “I’ll quickly let him know and then we can go. Wait here for me.”

She rolled her eyes with impatience. “Whatever. Hurry the fuck up.”

As he turned to go find Bill, Tom frowned to himself, thinking that the girl was a bit rude in her way of speaking but perhaps she was just keen to be alone with him as well and didn’t want to wait any longer than she had to. Tom knew the feeling. When he wanted to get laid, it was all he could think about. Luckily his loose-fitting jeans hid his erection completely, although it still nudged against his thigh as he walked.

He headed back to where he last saw Bill but his brother wasn’t on the couch anymore. Maybe he went to the bathroom or was up at the bar getting another drink. Tom stood on tiptoes and lifted his chin, scanning the heads crowded around the bar area but not seeing any Mohawks amongst them. Maybe Bill found the rest of the guys and was sitting with them somewhere. Tables and couches littered this building and he’d have to be on one of them. Or maybe he was out the back smoking…

Tom could go look for Bill but there were too many people jammed into this place and it’d take forever to make his way through them all. Trixie seemed impatient and wouldn’t wait that long for him, he was sure of it. Shit. He would just have to go without saying goodbye. He felt bad about leaving his other half behind at the party unescorted but he couldn’t exactly bring Bill with him anyway. There was no way he’d get laid with his little brother in the room, not unless Trixie was into being watched, but Bill wouldn’t want to watch such a thing. He was rather disinterested in girls...Besides, Tom knew that his twin understood. Bill knew that Tom had itches and that sometimes, like a dog with fleas, they just had to be scratched. Tom would come back for Bill later, once the chick had gone home, and anyhow, Georg and Gustav were still here to look after him. Bill was like the little kid of the group and they all kept a watchful eye on him, made sure nobody molested him, harangued him or caused him any other trouble. With two other big ‘brothers’ around to watch over him, he’d be fine.

Nonetheless, Tom still couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness as he gave up the search for Bill and returned to where his next fling was impatiently waiting.

To be continued...

(A/N: What do you think so far? Does Adam/Bill rock or are you Tom/Bill forever? If not Bill, who would you like to see Tom hook up with at the party? It could be any male music celeb you like... Love to hear your ideas!)
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