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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.

Chapter List
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A/N: Greetings, Adam/Bill fans! Apologies for the delay. Here is a shiny new chapter for your amusement. Much gratitude to Luna, akira & cinder1013 for their encouraging reviews. Hope you like this one!
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Chapter 5
Could Adam handle Bill? What kind of question was that? The question should be: could Bill handle Adam Lambert? Lord knew, Adam wasn’t the terrified virgin here.
The older man saw the frightened, panicked look in Bill’s eyes moments before the young German singer covered it up and assumed a provocative, seductive role – a role Adam knew was mostly forced bravado. Despite all the champagne, the kid was nervous as hell; Adam could sense it beneath Bill’s nonchalant exterior as he waltzed around the hotel room, pretending to be interested in the décor, looking everywhere but at Adam himself. Perhaps Adam shouldn’t have used the word ‘prisoner’ in front of the boy but he was only kidding and surely Bill realised that. Right?
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you.” Adam spoke softly, going up behind Bill and touching him gently on the shoulder to get the young man to turn around. “I know you’re new at this. Being with guys, I mean. Trust me, I understand completely how scary it can be. The first time I was with another dude, I was shaking like a fucking leaf.”
Adam smiled reassuringly at his anxious guest, his blue gaze sympathetic and kind. “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, and you can leave whenever you like. I don’t expect a single thing from you at all. Truthfully, Bill, just being able to talk with you is awesome enough.”
The American performer sat on the plush cocoa-coloured lounge in the centre of the luxurious space and pulled off his boots, indicating for Bill to sit down as well, if he wished to. He didn’t ask Bill if he wanted another drink, even though there were plenty in the minibar – Adam thought Bill was already too drunk, judging by his glassy eyes and uncoordinated movements. Any more and the frail kid might puke on the carpet or pass out from alcohol poisoning.
“So, if there’s anything you wanna know, about being gay or whatever, please feel free to ask me,” the more experienced male offered, draping his arm invitingly over the back of the lounge. “I’m only too happy to help.”
Bill looked back at the other singer with an expression that was partly blank and partly perplexed, as if he just didn't quite manage to hide the latter underneath the former. Then he sighed and fell down onto a chair opposite to Adam's, his long thin limbs spreading out over the arm and backrest. Somehow Adam's words made him way more comfortable and took off some of the pressure that had been weighting down on him. Not that Bill had let his guard down completely; but he didn't feel as if he had to play the tough guy anymore. Being all suggestive and seductive was hard work and strenuous and maybe it was okay to just be himself. Maybe Adam wouldn't mind that...that he was different sometimes from the picture the media drew of him.

His lids dropped a bit as his head lolled to the side. His gaze was still directed at Adam who seemed like a great mystery to Bill now. Like a magical gate to another, exciting fantasy world and all Bill had to do was open it...

"How was it like?" he finally asked, fidgeting a bit with a thread dangling from his jacket. "Your first gay experience I mean..."
“Terrifying. I was so young and naïve and had no clue what I was supposed to do. Looking at me now, you wouldn’t believe it, huh?” Adam replied with a self-depreciating smile. “Actually, the first boy I ever told about my homosexuality was gay too. A kid in my theatre group. I just assumed that since he was gay as well, he’d automatically want to have sex with me. Boy, did I assume wrong. Even though I was nerdy, had ridiculous blond hair and a face full of freckles, I couldn’t figure out why I was rejected!”
Here Adam laughed, shaking his head at himself. “Like, I said: naïve. You do know what ‘naïve’ means, right?”
At Bill’s answering blink, the older male carried on.
“My first real sexual experience didn’t happen until I was eighteen and got the braces off. Even then we took it slow. We kissed for a while – which was awesome, by the way, and my first real kiss too – and then we gave each other oral. You know, blow jobs?” Adam explained with a graphic hand/tongue-in-cheek gesture, just in case English-learning Bill didn’t grasp what he was talking about. “He let me try it on him to begin with. I was frightened I’d do it wrong and I was trembling so much that I could barely hold the thing in my fingers! I swear, if it wasn’t stuck on I would have dropped it.”
Another amused laugh and flash of white, perfect teeth (thanks to a year or so of those expensive and uncomfortable metal orthodontics).
“But the dude I was with was really nice and totally understanding. He let me clumsily suck on him for a bit before he took pity on me and blew me instead. I think I lasted four whole seconds before I exploded in his mouth. And when I say exploded, I mean literally. The poor guy almost choked and when he pulled back I shot him in the eye with another stream of jizz, just about blinding him.” Stopping, Adam covered his reddening face with his hands. “Oh God, that’s so humiliating. I can’t believe I told you that. What is wrong with me tonight?”
Peeping up through a crack in his fingers, Adam found the Tokio Hotel singer waiting for him to go on, Bill’s unflagging interest giving Adam the confidence to lower his shielding hands, clear his throat and continue the tale.
“Anyway. It was horribly, awfully terrible,” the American Idol contestant revealed with a grin of embarrassment. “But the other guy didn’t make me feel bad or anything – he completely understood and even made me see the funny side of it, explaining that sex wasn’t always perfect. And it isn’t. No matter how many times I’ve done it, there’s usually something that goes wrong, or doesn’t work out the way you hoped. There are accidents and mistakes and you do things you regret. But that’s life, isn’t it? That’s how you learn, by trying new things and occasionally fucking up.”
Adam slipped down his jacket sleeve, absently scratching at the two tattoos on his inner right wrist - a black and blue-toned Egyptian Eye of Horus (sign of protection and healing) and a figure-eight symbol of infinity sitting directly below it, the latter just inked recently, hence the itchiness.
“Honestly, Bill, even though my first time with a guy wasn’t perfect, it was also the most amazing, empowering experience of my young life. I knew from that moment on who I really was, and was meant to be all along, and that I shouldn’t ever hide it. I knew that being gay was something to be proud of and to celebrate. Since then, that’s exactly what I’ve done and I haven’t once looked back.” Adam smiled across at Bill, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.
“And I’ve gotten much better at sex, too.”
Bill listened intently, or as intently as he could. Adam's story was utterly fascinating and Bill could relate, even though he hadn't really experienced it yet. But Adam spoke of the worries and fears he had, and of how Bill hoped his first time to be. With someone he liked (not necessarily loved), who was understanding and experienced. Bill was not stupid; he knew that sex wasn't perfect and scripted like certain stories about 'the first time' he had read in German youth magazines (the very same that blared about him and his band now). Sex was complicated and messy, that much the singer had anticipated. But it also made him hesitant about trying it out.
He was in the spotlights, constantly. Apart from the fact that he needed to find someone he could trust and who wouldn't run to the next best paparazzi to sell his incredible story of fucking the singer of Tokio Hotel Bill felt pressured to be 'good'. Good at singing, good at sex... That was what he thought people were expecting of him. It made his guts churn and though he had been curious about sex it kept him from trying it out. Of course he had tried to talk about it with Tom; his older twin was far more experienced and Bill had thought that maybe he could learn something from him. Strangely enough Tom had become very taciturn when it came to sex though. Whereas he boasted about his sexual achievements in the press and sometimes when he talked to Georg and Gustav he kept a low profile when Bill asked him about it. Sometimes he even turned peevish and Bill suspected that Tom found it awkward to talk about sex with Bill, since they were brothers (though they shared everything else). Or maybe Tom just wanted to protect him, it seemed that he didn't like the idea of his little brother engaging into affairs or relationships even.
Now with Adam things were different. Bill had never heard someone talk about sex with other men so openly and it was a relief. This way sex didn't seem so frightening anymore and Adam also seemed like a very understanding guy. Because of his drunken state and the fact that he had had too much alcohol Bill had only understood half of the things Adam had told him but it was enough to get the gist of it. The handsome singer had also managed to make Bill curious and even impatient about it; Bill wanted to see how it was himself. He wanted to be so self-assured too, to finally know where he belonged to. Not knowing about his own sexuality was unnerving and eating at his thin body, maybe even more than he realized. It was hard to believe that Adam had been ugly and shy before, he seemed so confident now and secretly Bill was a bit impressed and gushing. He wanted to be like that, so casual and confident about his sexuality. To be so charming.
So Bill smiled too and it was an open, trusting smile.
“You can teach me that?” he asked, with a slightly daring hint.

That’s when Adam knew he was the luckiest man alive. Out of everyone in the whole wide world that Bill Kaulitz could have picked to experiment with, out of thousands of obsessed, love-stuck fans who would kill and dismember their rivals for this very chance, Adam Lambert was apparently the chosen one. And here he was earlier, thinking that Bill couldn’t even stand him and wouldn’t touch him with a forty-foot pole…My, how the tides had turned.
“Oh, I can teach you anything you want, honey,” he purred in a velvet voice, gazing at Bill with heavy-lidded blue-grey eyes rimmed in liner, letting the slim young singer opposite him see the depth of desire simmering there, letting Bill see just how much Adam has wanted this, and has wanted to be close to him.
“But if you want me to start,” the American performer continued with an enticing smirk, patting the couch beside him in an invitation, “you should first get your cute little butt over here…”
Bill eyed the spot, and walked up to Adam with a smile of his own that was a bit distracted, because walking when the ground was wobbling ever so slightly was not that easy. “I'm coming,” he muttered. He seemed to drift in between moments where he was almost totally lucid and phases where the alcohol was almost overpowering. Now he was somewhere in between, where he was very light-headed, and his ability to think clearly was heavily impaired, but he didn't care. Everything was pleasantly dull and of no consequence (at least for a few seconds).
He had almost reached the spot Adam had pointed at, grinning at the singer with half lidded eyes, when he changed his mind. He stopped, swaying a bit and looking as if he was dozing off, but then the grin he sported widened a bit. The next moment he sat on Adam's lap, straddling him, the man's face in his hands, and pressed his lips against Adam's. It was a sudden impulse he followed, and he felt totally okay with it. He didn't even realise what he was doing until a few seconds into the kiss.
Adam didn’t realise what was happening at first either – his brain was too stunned. He kind of froze on the spot, so surprised by the sudden move that his eyes stayed open. He even stopped breathing, his back rigid and upright. It was as though he couldn’t figure out what was going on. Finally, it sunk in.
Bill Kaulitz was in his lap.
Kissing him!
Once Adam was able to accept that, the shock wore off quickly. With a muffled groan of intense longing, Adam gripped Bill’s tiny waist and pulled him closer, shutting his shadowed blue eyes as he drunkenly pressed his mouth back against the smaller singer’s. Bill’s lips were incredibly soft. He tasted like smoke and champagne and strawberry flavoured lip-gloss, everything Adam had expected and yet somehow much sweeter. Though this was exactly what he wanted (and what his suddenly stiffening dick wanted too), in the back of his excitedly whirling mind the sexually-skilled male knew that he still had to be extremely careful with Bill and treat him with the utmost gentleness and respect. Bill was special. Receiving his first gay kiss was a very important, life-changing event for him and it was for this reason that Adam didn’t just stick his tongue straight in as he would have done to any other random kid that crawled onto him in a hotel room. Instead, he gave the younger performer a series of slow, shallow, softly-sucking kisses, followed by some gentle lip-grazing and nuzzling, letting Bill get used to the feel of another man’s mouth against his own before he tried anything deeper or more intimate. They had the rest of the night to go there and despite Bill being the one to make the first bold move, Adam thought he should take this whole thing slowly, at a pace the unsure youth felt comfortable with.
Eventually, the older male drew back, gazing at the beautiful brown-eyed boy he usually only gets to touch in his sleep.
“I love dreaming about you. Dream-Bill is very nice,” Adam murmured in appreciation, playfully nudging the tip of the kid’s pierced nose with his. “But a kiss from Real-Bill is a million times better.”
At the praise Bill grudgingly noticed that his cheeks got hot. Damn, he was blushing like a school girl... But it was reassuring to hear that he was not all that bad a kisser. Granted, it did feel a bit strange, especially since he was drunk and his tongue was a bit heavy and coordinating it proved difficult. But despite all the strangeness of the wet kiss it did feel nice; Bill could go at his own pace, explore Adam's mouth slowly, twirl his tongue around Adam's, licking over it and tasting it. While their kiss lasted, Bill got a funny, nervous feeling in his belly, pretty much the same he got when he jumped from a three meter board at the swimming pool. His head started spinning a bit and even after the kiss he still felt a bit dizzy.
It was also getting kind of warm in the room and in his pants. Surprised, Bill noticed his half hard erection, shifting a bit to hide it from Adam. The man certainly had seen more than enough cocks, but Bill didn't want to seem needy or anything. They only had met this evening; it was so strange that he reacted that strongly towards Adam.
“Of course it is,” he pouted with an air of natural self-confidence that bordered a bit on arrogance. “How many guys have you kissed so far?”
“I don’t know. And frankly, Bill, I can’t even remember one of them right now,” Adam replied, gazing into the younger male’s chocolate eyes and becoming completely captivated by the dark, mysterious beauty of them. “The only person I want to kiss is you.”
And with that impassioned, semi-slurred declaration, Adam claimed Bill’s lips again, unable to get enough of that soft sweetness. He licked over Bill’s plush lower lip. The way Bill acceptingly opened up to let him inside gave Adam such an adrenaline rush, his heart thudding in his chest as he thoroughly searched every inch of the younger man’s delicious mouth. He toyed with Bill’s tongue-stud, the dangling silver ball of the kid’s recent septum piercing ticking Adam’s upper lip as they kissed, both extremely arousing and interesting sensations. Adam loved all those piercings. They were so sexy. Kissing him harder, Adam’s hands found the bottom edge of Bill’s jacket and crept underneath it, finding smooth skin and caressing it with exploring fingertips.
For someone who’d never made out with a man before, Bill was doing a damn fine job of it, Adam thought, the boy meeting and matching Adam’s tongue-thrusts which gradually turned more demanding in accordance with the American singer’s growing desire. Also growing dramatically was the size and width of his dick and the older male unthinkingly slid Bill closer into his lap so the kid could feel it, the pressure of Bill’s weight against his solid shaft making Adam break off the kiss and moan, his hips starting to grind upwards. Through the two layers of their pants, he thought he could detect Bill getting a hard-on too and the idea excited him enormously.
Abruptly realising what he was doing, grinding against Bill as if he was some kind of lap-dancer, Adam paused with his hands under the boy’s jacket, hoping he wasn’t moving too fast for his inexperienced partner.
“Does this bother you?” he asked Bill in a whisper. “I can stop if you like.”
Actually, Bill didn't mind. At all. On the contrary, he did find it pretty hot the way Adam moved against him so blatantly. The man was confident and open with his sexuality; he knew what he wanted and that intrigued Bill who'd never even had something like a sexuality. But if he said that he liked that, would that make him a slut? Had it been a girl he was with it would have been clear that Bill had to be the confident one, he was the man and in control and all. With Adam it was different though, and on the one hand Bill was glad that he didn't have to act all manly and experienced and confident and whatnot. On the other hand he had no script to follow. The little that he knew about gay encounters was mystified and most of it sounded scary. Adam wasn't a scary guy; he was cool and funny and very understanding. Bill also noticed that he found him quite hot.

Still he didn't want to seem like a slut and therefore muttered, "'s okay, I guess," giving a fake careless shrug. All right, Bill was pretty horny and he wanted it to continue, but he couldn't say so. Instead he smirked and rocked his hips forward a bit to let Adam feel his own half hard boner, hoping the man would get the message.
Adam didn’t miss it. Yanking Bill firmly against him, he aligned their crotches so their cocks would meet through the leather of their rock-star trousers, the older man sensuously moving his pelvis up into the young German singer’s, rubbing him into a full erection, something the kid seemed to want, even if he was too shy to tell Adam out loud. But that was okay; Adam was quite fluent in reading body language and picking up on silent signals and facial expressions. Bill’s eyes were particularly expressive, even if the boy didn’t realise it, and Adam could read everything he wanted to know in their dilated, coffee-brown depths.
Staring at the youth straddling him with a smoky blue gaze (the same highly sexualized gaze that moistened straight women’s panties by the dozen) Adam continued to simulate the motion of fucking Bill in his lap, even though they were both fully clothed, the American performer taking immense satisfaction in watching the varied emotions flit across Bill’s gorgeous face as the boy’s drunken desire increased and his inhibitions lessened. Adam loved being a part of this, helping Bill’s physical sensuality to awaken, something many Tokio Hotel fans have only dreamed about doing.
“I have wanted you for so long, baby,” Adam heatedly told the other male, thrusting up into Bill’s covered groin with an urgent rolling motion. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I ever saw your face on my TV screen. I can’t believe I’m finally getting to touch you.”
Keeping their gazes locked, Adam removed one hand from Bill’s waist, bringing it up to the front of the jacket the smaller musician was wearing. The room was warm and Bill was starting to look a little hot and bothered in that heavy item of clothing. He probably should take it off. Adam grasped the metal zipper-tab between thumb and forefinger and, giving Bill plenty of time to stop him, slowly began to pull it down.
Bill didn't stop him. He didn't know what to say to that confession either. Usually he would just have brushed it off with a clever, funny retort, but he didn't feel like it now. He didn't have to prove anything to anyone and the way Adam had said it, from the depths of his heart, was strangely touching. It wasn't just a little fanboy's confession, there was true desire in it. At least Bill thought so. Adam deserved more of a reply than a cocky comment.

Thing was, he didn't know what to say. That was because he was a bit overwhelmed by the confession (he'd heard Adam gush before, but that had been different). Besides he was very hot and drunk and horny like hell. And Adam was moving so slow, too slow.

His chest was revealed, glistening with a fine sheet of sweat that quickly cooled in the breeze coming from the air conditioner. It shrinked Bill's nipples into hard little nubs.

"I'm here now," he finally said, licking his lips as he looked down at Adam's pretty face. "You can touch me as much as you like."
Adam almost missed that last sentence – he was too busy staring at the shiny new ring that dangled so enticingly from Bill’s left nipple, the steel circle looped through fine, pale pink flesh that tightened erotically around it as the American male watched. Not only was it visual proof that Bill had gotten a secret new piercing, it was one of the sexiest sights Adam had ever seen in his life and he had to physically stop himself from lunging at it. But as soon as Bill’s permissive words filtered into the lust-fuzzed whirlpool of his brain, Adam’s respectful restraint vanished like nightclub smoke.
If Bill Kaulitz was a virgin, he sure as shit didn’t talk like one, nor did he ask to be treated like one either. The tough-looking kid didn’t seem to want politeness or niceness or taking things slowly. And to be perfectly honest, Adam really couldn’t hold back any longer.
Fuck trying to be a gentleman.
With an impatient growl, Adam tore off Bill’s unzipped jacket with a couple of rough tugs and threw it across the room. Wrapping an arm around the topless kid in his lap, Adam lifted and assertively turned them both around so that Bill ended up on his back on the couch, Adam kneeling between the first singer’s sprawled, leather-covered legs. With only one objective in mind, the older man bent and fastened his hungry mouth onto that appetizingly pierced nipple below him, sucking at it strongly as he popped the press-stud button on Bill’s pants, Adam shoving a hand down there in unrestrained urgency.

Bill gasped in surprise as he was 'attacked' again and his world shifted. His mind was still drugged with alcohol and too slow to process fast movements. There was only a light pang of panic when he couldn't see Adam for a moment, but Bill quickly got distracted by a warm body pressing against his. The Tokio Hotel singer wanted to make a slurred comment but the words got caught in his throat when a sudden shiver ran from his nipple through the rest of his body like a wave, causing his spine to arch in a tight bow. Bill gasped as he pushed his hard bud even further against Adam's lips and the intake of breath ended in an involuntary little moan.

Now Bill was definitely hard.

"Th-that's good!" he managed, sounding amazed in a boyish kind of way as he licked his lips and looked down at what Adam was doing there. The warm hand pressing against his increasingly itching and twitching erection was pure bliss and Bill shivered again.
Adam groaned around the nipple in his mouth and squeezed the stiff dick in his fingers, taking great delight in Bill’s almost-astonished reactions. The kid was such a responsive little thing and Adam loved nothing more than to hear, feel and see another guy getting off, especially when it was because of something Adam was doing to them. The older man lifted his cloudy-grey gaze up to Bill’s flushed face. The smaller singer looked totally turned-on now and he was attentively studying everything Adam did, as if learning it for next time. And hopefully there’d be a next time. Just in case there wasn’t, Adam ought to make tonight the best one-night stand he’d ever had so the memory would sustain him for the rest of his life...
Making sure Bill still watched him Adam pulled his hand out of the younger performer’s pants, brazenly licking his own palm in front of the boy, tasting the sweet saltiness that had begun to smear there. Bill’s ebony-lined eyes grew larger at Adam’s sexually explicit gesture but Adam just smiled his wicked, dark-haired devil’s smile. He really had no shame about sex with other guys and how much he liked it. He wanted Bill to like it too so the more experienced male brought his fingertips up to the saliva-slick pink nub he’d just been lapping at, Adam gently twisting the gleaming silver nipple-ring there, simply to see Bill’s slim frame shivering on the couch again, the kid’s black lashes fluttering in innocent excitement.
“Fucking beautiful,” Adam muttered, quickly and distractedly stripping off his own jacket and leaning back down to flick his tongue over that erotic piercing in order to get another delightful quiver. But he didn’t stop there, the theatrically-trained vocalist dragging his open mouth down the centre of Bill’s thin chest, Adam’s hands sliding over intricately-tattooed ribs, his lips hungrily devouring every inch of pale skin he could find along the way. He wanted to ravage Bill’s beautiful body, to suck and lick and taste it all over.
ALL over.
After tongue-tracing around small abs, a shallow navel and the stark outline of an inked triple-star near the boy’s bony hip, Adam determinedly gripped the sides of Bill’s loosened trousers and slid them down, finally revealing the kid’s cock to the cool hotel-room air.
While Adam worshipped his body (and Bill was under the impression that he really did), the Tokio Hotel singer kept biting his lips. There were a lot of noises that wanted to break out of him, but he kept them at bay. Adam's slick, warm tongue gliding over his skin, and especially his nipples, felt so good! And the more Adam licked, the more the pleasure accumulated. Bill tried not to fidget and twitch, but he wanted to arch like a snake and press his hot body closer against Adam's mouth.
It was amazing how natural the other went about this stuff. Bill got hot ears when Adam licked his hand like that, but it was such a sexy sight that his stomach flipped a bit. His brain was still pretty numb from the alcohol and he hardly got a filter to prevent him from doing and saying what he wanted.
Thus he started to moan a little mantra as Adam kissed further down towards his aching cock, that pretty much went, “Oh Gott, oh Gott.” His lids glided shut and he bit his lips as Adam finally pulled his erection out into the cool hotel room air. There was a moment of embarrassment there, as no one really had seen Bill like that. But with Adam he felt comfortable, in a strange way he trusted him and he was also curious, so he tilted his head and looked down at where Adam held his swollen flesh.
It felt so damn good.
Bill swallowed, licked his lips and sighed. His words were, for once, failing him.
However, Adam didn’t care that Bill wasn’t saying much. Just the sound of the other singer’s small moans and sighs were like music to Adam’s ears and encouraged him to keep going. Not that he could stop now, anyway. Not with Bill’s delicious-looking dick right in front of him, so close he could smell the scent of the male sex organ like musky perfume. Adam took a moment just to stare at it. Down there, Bill was pretty big actually, considering how skinny the rest of him was, and it was perfect and flawless in every way. Black hairs at the base were manicured neat and short. Droplets of clear fluid slid down from the glossy tip and followed a prominent vein on the underside of the shaft, proof of how excited Bill was getting. It pulsed in Adam’s hand, eagerly it seemed, and the older performer could stand it no longer.
Angling his head, Adam licked up that trail of glistening syrup until he reached the rounded reddish end of Bill’s stiff sex, taking it into his opened mouth and running his tongue around it as though it was a lollipop he was suckling on, feeling Bill instantly tense beneath him, the kid’s back arching like a bow.
“Fuck baby, you taste so sweet,” Adam managed to breathlessly say before thirstily engulfing Bill’s gorgeous cock again, moistened lips sliding down lower and lower, the gay man intent on taking the thick mass of throbbing flesh right down to the hilt.
………

Tom was still at the music awards party, waiting for Bill to return. He was beginning to get concerned about his twin’s lengthy absence and on top of that he was still angry about Trixie and the offensive crap she said to him. Not a good combination. He could feel his temper fraying dangerously. Maybe he ought to go pick an argument with some asshole and release a bit of that rage with a good, old-fashioned rumble. That would help. Except he couldn’t, because he wasn’t allowed to punch anyone in public.
Stupid fame.
A young man came wandering up, sitting on the couch uninvited next to Tom, earning a resentful glare from the braided boy already seated on it. That spot was reserved for Bill. How dare anyone else presume to sit there! Tom almost told the guy to fuck off but then bit his tongue as there was no sign on the couch that said the seat was already taken (and to be honest he had no idea where Bill was or when he was returning) and so Tom eyed the stranger with reserved hostility, sizing him up. The other man’s build was small and slim. His hair was yellow-blond, shaved up one side and long on the other, with a floppy fringe that hung over one eye. His exposed ear was full of rings. He had liner and makeup around his dark brown eyes and silvery-black lipstick on his mouth, making it look shiny and wet. Tom vaguely recognised him as one of Adam Lambert’s crew, the bassist, which made Tom start to hate the guy already, even though he looked harmless and friendly.
“Hey. How you doing?” A casual American greeting. “You’re Tom, right?”
“Yeah,” Tom answered shortly, not in the mood to talk to anyone who wasn’t Bill. He turned away and stared disinterestedly out over the room, hoping the second man got the hint and left. But of course, this was not Tom’s lucky night and the guy didn’t go away. He kept talking.
“What happened with the girl? The one with the green hair?”
“That whore?” A snort came out of Tom’s nose. “You don’t wanna know.”
“Why?” The other male gazed at him curiously. “What’d she do?”
“She pissed me off, that’s what she did,” Tom found himself revealing with disgust. “First of all, she lied about her age. She’s fifteen, can you believe it? And then when I told her she was too young for me, she turned nasty, dissing my band and speaking all sorts of shit about us.”
The blond shook his head sympathetically. “What a slut.”
“That’s exactly what I said!” Tom rejoined in outrage. “I mean, you can’t just go around lying to guys and leading them on like that! Fucking bitch.”
“Yeah, totally.”
Even though he hadn’t intended to speak to this stranger, Tom felt good venting some of his anger, especially since the guy sitting beside him seemed to understand and empathise with his fury at being deceived like that.
“She must have really made you mad,” the American musician commented, playing with a yellow lock of his own hair. “I thought you were gonna smack her square in the mouth.”
Tom grunted. “I nearly did.”
“Well, she would have deserved it.”
Frowning at the bass player beside him, Tom queried warily, “Wait…How’d you know about all that, anyway? Were you watching us?”
“Kinda.” The second male gave Tom a little flirtatious smile. “You’re easy to watch.”
Oh crap. Tom was getting hit on! Suddenly uncomfortable, the Tokio Hotel guitarist shifted a bit further along the lounge, not wanting another dude’s hand on his knee or anything.
“Um…okay,” he awkwardly replied, not sure how to respond to the compliment. If it had been a chick saying it, Tom would know instantly how to reply but this was a situation he hadn’t expected.
“Don’t look so scared – I won’t bite,” the blond said with an amused grin. “I’m Tommy Joe Ratliff. But you can just call me Tommy.”
“Tommy, huh?” The Kaulitz twin muttered, reluctantly conceding that it was a cool name, because it was almost the same as his.
“You’ve been sitting here a while. Are you waiting for your brother? Bill, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Tom hopefully looked to the other man. “Have you seen him?”
Flicking his lengthy fringe back, Tommy casually announced, “He left.”
“Left? When?”
“Before.”
Wondering why Bill hadn’t told him, Tom asked, “By himself?”
“He wasn’t alone.” In an insinuating drawl, the blond added, “He had ‘company’.”
Tom made a face of astonishment. “Bill left with a girl?”
“Not exactly.”
Sensing that something odd was going on, the German guitarist suspiciously questioned, “What do you mean? Who’d he leave with?”
“Adam.”
Feeling the bottom drop out of his stomach, Tom paled. “Lambert?”
“Is there any other?” Tommy Joe smirked, kind of meanly.
“Where’d they go?”
“I dunno. Probably back to Adam’s room. You know we’re all staying at the same hotel, don’t you? Our rooms are just down the hall from yours.”
Tom didn’t know that.
“If you hurry, you can probably stop them,” Tommy suggested, nonchalantly combing through his bleached bangs. “You know, before Adam does anything to Bill…”
That was all Tom needed to hear, a sickening picture appearing in his head of that Lambert guy on top of Bill, holding him down, thrusting into him.
Hurting him.
He was off the couch in alarm, leaving Adam’s informative friend behind, the bandanna-wearing male ducking through the crowd to locate the rear exit, one that led down from the smoking deck to a street-side parking area where he’d left the band’s hire car. Realising how lightheaded and ill he felt at that moment, Tom suspected that he really shouldn’t be driving and normally wouldn’t take such a risk after the amount of drinks he’d had but his fear for Bill overruled all common sense. This was an absolute emergency – his twin was in danger! Tom couldn’t focus on anything else, only getting to his little brother and rescuing him. Stomach churning, he barrelled towards the back entrance, using his wide shoulders to barge through the oblivious mob of champagne-drinking partygoers standing in his way.
Squeezing out the back door past a hulking pair of bouncers, the protective young man descended the steps leading off the wooden deck, charging through the alley past steaming manholes and reeking garbage bins, eventually exiting through a gate into a darkened street at the side of the building where a few cars were parked, including his stationary silver rental. Most people at the awards had arrived in limousines, Hummers or taxis but Tom insisted on hiring a car and taking the band there himself. He didn’t bring his Cadillac tonight because it was far too recognisable to Tokio Hotel fangirls and he didn’t want to get mobbed.
The side street was deserted, all the fans having gathered at the front entrance of the building to catch glimpses of their idols coming and going, so nobody saw the famous guitarist making his hurried departure. As Tom swung into the driver’s seat, slammed the door and started the engine, there was a determined steeliness to the older twin’s angular jaw. Thinking of Bill and who he was with at that very moment, fierce, possessive anger bubbled up, replacing the sick panic Tom had been feeling, both his hands automatically bunching into veined fists around the steering wheel as he focused on his mission.
Save Bill.
And kill Adam.
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