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Live Every Second	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Sonnie’s POV ||

I sat in the conference room with Abbie, the very same that we had met the boys in. Tom was late; I was supposed to be having my lesson on bass now, half our later he still wasn’t in here. I was more then annoyed by now, and Abbie wasn’t helping by hitting her damn sticks against the table. I was tapping my foot impatiently, my eyes glancing from my best friend to the door every few minutes. After another moment or so, I lost it, “Effing A’ Abbie!” I hissed, she yelped and looked at me, “Stop hitting those god damn sticks!”

“Sheesh, Sonnie. Calm the ‘eff down,” Abbie said, stopping the ever-going tapping of her sticks for a moment as she looked at me. I could kill her right now, I don’t know if she understands how damn annoying that gets sometimes. But knowing Abbie- I doubt she really cares, “Yanno, it’s not my fault that Tom is late for this shit.”

“No, it’s not.” I agreed with her, but we both knew that me agreeing only led for something worse, “But it is you’re fault that I’m here at all waiting for the whore of all whores to be done fucking his chick and get his ass in here to teach me something I don’t wanna learn because-”

“Sonnie,” She hissed at me, pausing me mid-rant, “If you really don’t wanna do this, then quit. But I’m not, sure, it might not be our band, but it’s seriously the best thing that could have happened. And don’t give me that bull about you not being able to play bass, Georg and Corey both may have been better right now- but you’re the one who taught Corey to begin with! You haven’t practiced it near as much as guitar. But you’re not bad. I don’t want to fight, Sonnie. But I don’t want to hear it anymore. So make up your mind now.”

I glared at her, I hate when she would do that. Abbie was the quiet one, the one who hardly ever spoke what was really on her mind even when she knew I could read her like an open book. Bad thing is, she can read me just as well. And she knew I wasn’t going to quit. Fucking Abbie. “Ugh,” I groaned, shaking my head at her, “Just- get out of here. I’ll wait for him my damn self.” I knew she wouldn’t say anymore on the subject, but I also knew we’d go into a silence again and she’d start banging those damn sticks. And I wasn’t in the mood for it.

Abbie just smiled at me, that sweet- ‘you know you love me’ smile that would make me forgive her even if she stabbed me in the eye with a rusty mental spork. She was already keeping time with the sticks again when she walked out of the room. I groaned once more and took the chair where she had just been sitting, picking up the bass that sat next to the table. Abbie was right, it was pretty. And green was my favourite colour. I thought hard for a moment, trying to remember the bass notes to Don’t Jump. I remember writing them, but I wrote them for Corey and hadn’t looked back since. I played a few cords and wrinkled my nose realizing almost instantly that it wasn’t right.

I did get it right eventually, still waiting for Tom to get in there. Ten more minutes and I was going to leave. I occupied myself for the time being with playing Don’t Jump over and over on the bass perched between my hands. Getting better and better at it each time. It wasn’t hard- but it wasn’t my guitar. “You open your eyes but you can't remember what for. The snow falls quietly, you just can't feel it no more. Somewhere out there you lost yourself in your pain. You dream of the end, to start all over again…” I sang the words softly, not like I had the other day with Abbie, but enough for the echoed room to be filled with it.

I heard the door open and I instantly stopped playing, looking up to see Tom standing in the door with a brow raised. “You were singing again.” He said, pointing out the obvious to me and I just rolled my eyes to him. No shit Sherlock, that was a given. “What was that?” He asked, walking over and going to take the bass from my hands. I just let him have it and stood up.

“Just a song Abbie and I wrote,” I told him, as though it meant nothing. I didn’t want him to ask anything else about it, because I didn’t want to explain myself to him. I didn’t like him. “So come on, Professor Kaulitz. Teach me the ways of the bass.” I told him, changing the subject off of my song, “You’re already late, so we better get to work.”

“You sounded fine playing it,” Tom told me, but he was already putting my new green bass around his neck and pointed for me to pick up the red and black one. “I thought you said you don’t play bass.” He said matter-of-factly and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes at him again as I tucked my braids behind my ears.

“I don’t play it,” I informed him, picking up the other bass and slipping the strap around my shoulders, “That doesn’t mean I don’t know how. I’m not very good at it at least, I’ve been playing guitar too long. Besides, David never asked me how much I knew.” I shrugged my shoulder, “I had taught our old bassist the basics, but she was really good.” I couldn’t lie about it, as much as I hate that slut face whore bag psycho bitch diva, she was good at what she did.

Tom smiled at me; a smile that I could tell was supposed to be flirtatious. Why the fuck was he flirting with me? I didn’t like him, and he didn’t like me. I thought that was supposed to be some unspoken agreement we had? He certainly made me feel that way with the way he stared the other day. “Don’t worry. We’ll have you ten times better then her by tomorrow alone, and I don’t care if we have to stay up all night doing it. We’ll get it done. Kay, Shortie?”

I glared at him, I couldn’t care less that he just suggested spending the whole rest of the day with me, nor the fact that his words inclined the night alone as well. It was his last word that got to me. “Don’t you ever call me that again, Kaulitz.” I hissed, walking over to him once I put down my bass and pushed him hard in the chest. I knew I was short, a whopping five foot two, five three on a good day, and five five with my heals.

“What the fuck, Sonnie?!” Tom snapped at me, sliding the bass off and glaring down at me like I was a bad child rather then his really pissed off new band-mate. “I was joking the fuck around, you don’t have to try and get all physical like that.”

“Physical?” I laughed out the word, pushing Tom hard in the chest again and he stumbled over the shoes that Abbie had left in here, falling back onto the chair. “Pushing you isn’t physical.” I hissed, moving closer to him, one of my legs moved between his, “This,” I whispered, groping him hard through his over-sized pants, “Is physical.”

Tom’s eyes widened when I had moved between his legs and a gasping moan passed his lips when I grabbed him. A smirk fell over my lips, “Oh Tomi…” I murmured in an overly sweet voice, “Did you like that?” I asked him, moving myself closer to him and squeezing him through his pants again and I saw him shudder. He couldn’t say anything and I could feel him growing hard in my grip, “Was you’re groupie before you came down here not good enough for you, Tom? Was she so bad that your little band mate gets you hard?”

“I…” He gasped out as my hand started to move on him, “I wasn’t fu-fucking anyone.” He managed out, and for some reason, I believed him. He didn’t smell like sex, and surely he would be able to get so hard so fast if he had just fucked someone.

“Good,” I hissed out, falling between his legs and onto my knees in front of him, his eyes widened at me, “What Tomi, do your groupies never blow you?” I asked him, smirking as my fingers lifted up his shirt and quickly started messing with his belt.

His hands gripped onto the arms of the chair as he watched me, the look in his eyes gave away everything about him. He wanted me to do this, that much was obvious- he wasn’t stopping me. Surprise was there, but that was a little obvious as well. How often do you come to teach your new band-mate something and they push you to a chair like this? But… there was something else there that I couldn’t quite place, not that I honestly cared what Tom Kaulitz was thinking anyways.

I slipped my hand into his pants once I got them undone with his belt and he lifted up his hips so I could slide them down with his boxers and they pooled around his ankles. I was a little surprised; his pants did wonders to hide how hard I had actually gotten him in the last few minutes. I wouldn’t look back up in his face as I wrapped smooth fingers around his length, pumping him slowly. I didn’t want to look up and see the pleasure I knew would be across his face.

If I did, I knew I’d loose my nerve, I hate him. I don’t exactly want to cause him any pleasure, but I knew what I was going to do would piss him off as much as he pissed me off. When I heard a groan pass his lips I hid my wince and leaned forward, wrapping my lips around his head and sucking him down. Tom bucked into my mouth and I had to put my hands over his hips to stop him from choking me.

I tried to block out the sounds he was making as my mouth moved on him, braids falling from behind my ears and hiding my face from view as I bobbed my head over his length. It was impossible, his moans were getting louder as I pressed my tongue stud hard against the underside of his cock. My nails dug into his hips when he tried bucking up again and I forced him back into the chair, working at my own pace.

Slowly, one of them moved away from the skin there and tugged on his balls, teasing them as I swirled my tongue around his head, tasting the precome that were already seeping out. He wasn’t going to last long, I knew it. But I was grateful, I sucked him back down again, letting the muscles of my throat relax as I took him all the way down. Deep-throating was easy for me to do- it had been since I had gotten my tonsils removed complete ages ago.

It surprised him, he cried out my name which nearly made me gag on it own. I held it back and just continued what I was doing. “Fu-fuck, Sonnie…” he groaned as I moved my head faster, sucking harder then I had before, “Sh-shit! I’m gonna come, Sonnie…” He warned me. I could feel him pulsating inside my mouth and I brought my lip back up and sucked on his head again, hallowing out my cheeks as I went back down and Tom came with a cry.

I sucked on him until he had nothing left to give and I pulled my mouth off of him with a light pop, but I didn’t swallow it. I gave him a smirk and Tom looked down at me, a relaxed and lustful look in his eyes that I had put there. I ordered him towards me with my finger and he did, leaning closer to me until I grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward the rest of the way and crushed his lips against mine.

He was surprised at my kiss, but not as much that when he parted my lips with his tongue did I press myself closer to him and force his own come into his mouth and I pulled away quickly, standing up and smirking at him.

Tom gagged, spitting his come onto the floor and coughing hard, spitting every other second or so and I laughed. “Sonnie! What the fuck was that?”

I shrugged my shoulder at him, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I started to walk towards the doors, putting my hand on the handle and giving him a smirk over my shoulder, “Watch what you say around me, Tom. Kay?” I said before I walked from the room- slamming the door closed on my way out. I needed to brush my teeth and throw up; I think I may have accidentally swallowed some of the demon seed myself. Gross.
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