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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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Hand in hand, the two intoxicated acting partners stumble over to Tom’s bed, which is Queen-sized and has plenty of room for both of them and their tall figures. Tom is over six feet; Georg is just under it by a few inches. Tom flops down upon the mattress on his belly, clearly an invitation for Georg to resume what he was doing back on the kitchen seat. Taking the less-than-tactful suggestion, Georg curls next to him on the quilt and languidly caresses the smooth alabaster flesh of the blond boy’s back, before leaning down and kissing it again.

Tom lays his head on his crossed arms and lets out a long sigh of enjoyment.

   “Damn, that’s nice,” he mumbles, his eyelids falling shut.

Georg presses his mouth along Tom’s vertebral column until he reaches the base, where it starts to turn into a tailbone, Georg wondering if the teen wants to be rimmed. He hasn’t done that before to anybody but surely it couldn’t be too difficult to figure out.

“Do you want me to go any further?” he whispers but Tom shakes his head.

“Not yet. Just keep doing that.”

Happy just to make Tom happy, Georg keeps covering Tom’s lower back in a pattern of kisses and licks. Without warning, Tom rolls over and Georg finds himself staring at Tom’s belly button. He sticks his tongue into the small indent and Tom chuckles, making the muscles in his stomach tense.

   “That tickles, man.”

   “Sorry,” Georg mutters, not really meaning it. He rubs his cheek against the blondish fuzz under that cute navel, the fuzz that runs straight down and joins up to thicker, curlier, darker fuzz which Georg can see starting to edge out from under the gradually slipping towel. The angle of the teenager’s hipbones points down to an area that is plainly visible under the fluffy material. An area that is quite aroused. Georg is not sure if he’s allowed to go there yet so he puts his ear on Tom’s tummy and can hear funny gurgling sounds that make him grin.

   “Stop listening to my digestive system,” Tom chastises, tugging on Georg’s short brown hair. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

   “Oh, fine,” Georg sighs and lifts his head up. “Do I have permission to kiss your belly?”

   “Well…okay.”

Georg bends down to press his lips against the fuzzy patch of skin between Tom’s navel and the towel. He kisses around the kid’s belly button and continues his oral adoration of Tom’s taut midsection, mouthing each ab muscle and licking the lines between them. Small twitches occasionally flutter across the boy’s stomach as Georg sets off a ticklish nerve with his mouth but Tom doesn’t try to stop Georg in any way. He’s loving it too much and rewards Georg with encouraging noises to make certain he doesn’t stop. But Georg isn’t going to; he’s loving it as well. Tom’s freshly-showered skin is as warm as melted butter and soft as sponge cake. Georg can’t get enough of it.

   “You are so tasty, you know that?” Georg drunkenly tells his co-star amongst licks and kisses. He gives Tom a teasing nip on his hipbone. “I just wanna eat you.”

   “So, go ahead then,” Tom slurs thickly. “Eat me.”

Partially shocked by the brazen comment, Georg lifts his head and stares at Tom, voicelessly asking if he’s saying what Georg thinks he is saying. And that’s exactly what Tom is saying. To make doubly sure that Georg knows what he means, Tom finds the corner of his towel and untucks it, parting the fluffy fabric with both hands as if he’s opening a curtain. Unbound, his male sex organ falls back onto his belly, thick and full. Georg’s heart races at the sight of Tom’s cock, finally unveiled in all its glory. He had half expected there to be a piercing in it somewhere but the head and shaft are unadorned with any jewellery. Georg has not seen another dude’s penis this close up except for the ones in the odd porn film he’s watched. Some of those were pretty ugly things, like skinny turkey necks or the other extreme, fat Bratwurst sausages, but Tom’s isn’t like either of those. His is a fine-looking cock, as far as cocks go. Not too big, not too small, unblemished, unbent, just perfectly shaped and sculpted. So perfect, it deserves to be cast in plaster and have a bronze replica made.

But Tom doesn’t want it cast; he wants it sucked. Georg glances up at the teenager for further reassurance that this is what he is supposed to do, but Tom has already tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, flicking his lip-ring expectantly. As he looks back down, Georg gulps in nervousness and wonders how he is going to go about this without having any prior experience of handling, let alone sucking, another guy’s dick. But he wants to do this; he’s wanted to do this for weeks. Guess he’ll just have to learn as he goes. He experimentally touches Tom’s veined shaft and pets it delicately, as if it’s a kitten and he doesn’t want to hurt it. The skin is silky and hot and moves over the hardened flesh beneath it with each graze of his fingertips.

At the tentative contact, Tom draws in a fast breath. He is immensely turned on from having Georg kissing and lapping his back like a cat at a bowl of cream, almost going down the cleft of his ass and then bringing those sensual lips to his stomach. It is the next natural step to want Georg’s mouth on his cock. He waits in high-strung anticipation, teeth catching on the ring in the corner of his lip. Georg’s fingers are gentle on his flesh - too gentle, in fact. It’s not enough. Not by half. He wants more, firmer, tighter and lifts his pelvis up to push against Georg’s hand, hoping the other actor will understand. And he does. Georg makes a fist around Tom’s erection and clenches his fingers.

   “Yeah,” Tom compels him, his eyes still shut. When he feels Georg beginning to pull on him slowly, he says it again, but this time his voice comes out lower and huskier. “Yeahh…”

As Georg strokes him, Tom’s breathing elevates to almost-hyperventilating level. This is a grand improvement on the light touching but still…not quite enough. He raises his hips, forcing himself through Georg’s fist and the second male increases the pace of his wrist, tightening his fingers. Now that is even better, Tom thinks deliriously, but dammit, it’s STILL not what he wants. He wants Georg to go down on him, to lick him and suck him and swallow him whole. He’s never craved anything more in his life.

   “Please. C’mon, G…Please,” he whimpers, not believing that desperate sound is issuing from his own lips. Amidst the drunken purple haze swirling behind his closed eyelids, Tom feels Georg’s fingers stop moving and hold his dick up straight, away from his belly. Then there is wet heat on him and it sinks down, down, down and he realises his cock is inside Georg’s mouth! Tom moans out loud when that wet heat recedes and then slides back down again, a little further each time.

   “Fuck,” he breathes, spinning out over what is happening to him. Georg Listing, celebrity, co-star, friend and secret crush, is giving him a blow job! The feel of the other man’s moist lips and stroking tongue on him, mingled with the alcohol in his system, is making Tom very dizzy and giddy, giving him a heart-pounding rush as if he’s on a rollercoaster taking the corkscrew turns at breakneck speed.

Georg pulls back to gaze at the dick in his hand, glistening wetly from his saliva, the taste of clean skin on his tongue, faintly salty. He squeezes the solid organ, feeling blood fizzing through the thick veins on the underside, a clear drop of liquid appearing over the narrow gap in the shining tip. Georg leans down and licks that droplet off, rolling it around his mouth. To his surprise, it’s sweet, like corn syrup. Wanting to taste more of that sweetness, he slips the teenager’s pulsing rod back into his mouth, sucking hard.

   “Fucking hell, Georg!”

Buoyed by Tom’s hugely pleased, almost astonished response, Georg attempts to take more of that hard length, sliding his lips down the boy’s shaft, his nose nudging soap-scented pubic curls. When the end of Tom’s dick hits the back of his throat, he makes a choked noise and jerks back quick smart. He coughs and Tom cracks his eyelids open in concern.

   “Are you all right, man?”

Georg wipes his mouth and admits, “That is a lot harder than you’d think it would be.”

Damn porn actors with their effortless deep-throating, he silently berates. They make oral sex look so simple. It’s not.

Tom touches his arm. “You don’t have to do it anymore if you don’t want to,” he kindly offers. “It’s okay.”

   “Sure?”

Tom nods in empathy. He’s sure it’s no easy feat to suck dick for the first time. Shit, he hasn’t even done it yet. However, that will probably change. And soon.

   “So, what do you want to do instead?” Georg asks, eager to move onto some other activity that does not involve triggering his gag-reflex.

The blond boy looks him over. “Well, for starters, you could take your clothes off so I’m not alone in my butt-nakedness,” he suggests. “That’d be the polite thing to do.”

   “All right, I’ll be polite,” Georg agrees and his fingers go up to his collar.

Tom rolls onto his side and props himself up on his elbow, watching Georg’s every move with interest. The buttons on Georg’s blue shirt are popped open one by one. Trying to emulate a male stripper, Georg slowly peels his shirt away from one shoulder and gazes seductively over that shoulder at Tom, sending his admirer a wink and licking his lips just for extra enticement.

Tom grins, loving this strip tease. “Hey, you have freckles!” he cries with delight, spotting the little sprinkles of brown on Georg’s shoulder.

   “Indeed I do. Comes with the territory when you’re a surfer.” The older actor continues peeling the shirt away from his torso, taking his time about it and moving sensually and deliberately purely for Tom’s benefit. Georg has never stripped like this in front of somebody before, not even a girl, but doesn’t feel shy. He’s having fun, probably because he has fifty percent alcohol flowing through his veins.

As more and more of Georg’s tanned body is uncovered, Tom gets more and more excited. All of that rippling sun-kissed flesh seems exotic and appealing to him and he reaches over to lay a paler hand on Georg’s brown belly, admiring the difference in colour. Georg, knowing what Tom is doing, smiles at him and pops the button on his pants. He also can’t wait to see what their bodies look like together, his skin like butterscotch ice cream and Tom’s like vanilla. Pity Tom doesn’t have a mirror on his ceiling. That would be so hot; watching themselves entwined upon the bed, naked, butterscotch and vanilla melting together. Maybe he can talk the kid into getting one installed. That’s a concept definitely worth considering. Later though, because right now he has to get his pants off.

Standing next to the bed and steadying himself with a hand on the wall in case the room decides to turn upside down on him, Georg unzips, eases his jeans over his hips and lets them fall around his ankles. He is wearing grey boxer shorts but they are not loose cotton or satin ones; these ones are made of stretchy microfibre fabric that fit snugly in all places. He prefers his pants more fitted than Tom does and fitted pants means you need to wear fitted boxers so they don’t bunch up underneath. The only downside is that they leave nothing to the imagination.

Tom is glad he is not the only one with a hard-on. There is a small dark spot on the front of Georg’s boxers and the sight of the moisture, knowing that Georg is hot for him, gives Tom a buzz. He observes Georg awkwardly stepping out of one jeans leg and lifting his foot up to free himself of the other when the brunette loses his balance and, arms flailing, topples onto the floor with a dull thud and a grunt of pain.

   “Dude? You okay?” Tom cranes his neck to peer in concern over the mattress. A hand appears at the side of the bed, followed by a brown head as Georg pulls himself back up.

   “I’m okay. I’m okay,” he assures Tom with a cheesy grin. “I have had waaay too much to drink. That’s your fault, ya know. Now look what you made me do - fall on my ass.”

Tom chews his lip, trying not to snicker at Georg’s unscheduled trip. His troublesome jeans finally removed, Georg hooks his thumbs over the elastic waistband of his boxers and peels them down his thighs, letting them pool on the carpet along with the rest of his clothes. A fine track of hair trails down from under his belly button and disappears into the nearly black thatch between his legs. He stands there bashfully, if a little wobbly on his feet, his erection still semi-solid.

   “Well, I can’t get any nuder.” Georg laughs nervously. “Not unless I start ripping my flesh off piece by piece.”

   “Don’t do that. I like your flesh,” Tom states, raking his hungry gaze up and down Georg’s toned body. What he sees is a living sculpture. There are muscles in the other man’s arms, chest, abdomen, thighs and calves - not overly chunky but compact, firm and defined. Tom finds Georg’s unclothed form very alluring, especially the area consisting of his hips, waist and stomach. That particular section keeps drawing his focus, time and time again. Those abs are awesome, even better than Tom’s own abs. The teenager unanimously decides that is his new favourite part of Georg, next to those sea-green eyes and that charming smile.

   “Are you done ogling me now?” Georg asks, shifting uncertainly at all the scrutiny.

“Not quite,” Tom rebounds, his gaze still lazily travelling over Georg’s naked frame. “You should wear your birthday suit more often, dude.”

   “So should you,” the older actor tells Tom, admiring the teenager’s slim yet boyish figure as well. “The baggy clothes you wear don’t do you justice. Every single part of your body is gorgeous and ought to be shown off.”

A flattered smile creeps across Tom’s face. “You think so?”

   “Shit yeah,” Georg decrees sincerely. His eyes fall to Tom’s chest. “Ever since that day on your table, I’ve been obsessed with your nipples. You have no idea how hard it is for me not to look at them when we’re doing a scene. God, all I wanna do is bite ‘em.”

Lying on his side, Tom coquettishly twirls a lock of hair around his finger. “So, why don’t you?”

   “You see Tom, there’s this thing called a script and there’s cameras and of course Gustav who would completely-”

   “No, you moron,” Tom interrupts, half-laughing. “I mean right now.”

   “Oh. Well, that I can do,” Georg announces and kneels on the mattress. He crawls over to Tom, who is still propped on his side and shoves the blond onto his back. As soon as his mouth encloses one of those lovely pink nipples, Tom sucks in a hissing breath and grabs Georg by the head, keeping him there.

   “You really like this, huh?” Georg mumbles, licking around the tiny pink peak.

   “Yeah, I guess I do,” Tom utters, his fingers nestling into Georg’s hair, which, without the gel in it, is as soft as sable. “Don’t forget the other one. It’ll get jealous.”

Briefly smiling at the amusing comment, Georg does not forget, dividing his mouth equally between the two pebbled nipples to keep them satisfied and going by the breathy sounds Tom is making, doing an acceptable job of it too. Georg is cradling Tom by the waist, his palm slowly sliding down the boy’s hip and thigh. Soon, Tom takes Georg’s wandering hand and places it on his cock, the younger actor needing attention on that part of his anatomy as well. Georg’s fingers gladly encircle the hot cylindrical male flesh and stroke it while his tongue is occupied on Tom’s chest. With his thumb, Georg detects fluid beginning to flow from the end of the dick in his hand and he glazes the lubricious substance around the sensitive glans, causing Tom to swear gutturally.

   “Fuck, G, that’s so fucking good,” he groans, Tom thinking of nothing but how incredible this is, having Georg touch him in ways he hasn’t been touched before. The teenager’s whole lower abdomen is aching and heavy with need and his nipples are practically catching alight in Georg’s mouth. Jolts of crackling energy are pulsating through Tom’s chest, belly and thighs, skittering up his vertebrae and along his dick. His skin is zinging all over, like pins and needles, only not painful, more stimulating and invigorating. He has goosepimples on his arms, his legs, his buttocks, even the skin on the back of his neck. Tom’s never felt anything like this. Not with anybody. He is so excessively horny he can’t stand it!

Georg leaves Tom’s nipples for a moment, raises his head and looks at the bisexual young man. Tom now has one hand on Georg’s shoulder and the other is gripping the quilt cover beneath them, wiry veins standing out in Tom’s forearm and the back of his clenched fist. As Georg repetitively strokes Tom’s leaking cock, the kid’s pale neck is arched, displaying the Adam’s apple bump in his throat. His hair is fanned on the pillow under his head in soft blond waves, his face is rosy and his eyes are closed, thick brown brows drawn together in sensual abandonment. His sumptuous lips are parted so he can moan and drag in ragged breaths. His semi-circular piercing and the edge of his front teeth are glinting in the dim interior light of the trailer. Georg could watch Tom in this wonderful agony all night long. Knowing that he alone is responsible for the extreme pleasure Tom is going through is both empowering and a little bit scary. Georg had no clue when he came over tonight that Tom would let him do this, but he is incredibly grateful for the opportunity.

Georg makes a mental note to write a personal thank-you letter to the distillers of the bourbon they’ve been drinking for being the cause of Tom’s much longed-for surrender. He sees Tom tense and hears him mutter something religious-sounding and filthy at once. Immediately, Georg slows down the movement of his fingers, wanting to keep his new romantic partner in this state of almost-coming for as long as humanly possible. He himself is on the verge of shooting his load just at the sexy tortured expression on Tom’s face.

As if sensing Georg’s close observation, Tom opens his eyelids to slits and asks, “What are you doing, man?”

   “Looking at you,” Georg admits softly. “You look so beautiful like this.” He winces, fully expecting Tom to get pissed off and hit him for highlighting his outer appearance again. Tom scowls but, amazingly, he doesn’t punch Georg.

   “Shut your fuckin’ mouth and kiss me, Listing,” he growls instead.

As he leans over his co-star, Georg retorts, “That’s an oxymoron, Tom. To kiss you, I actually have to open-”

Here Tom lifts up and aggressively claims Georg’s lips with his own, effectively ceasing the brunette’s annoying prattle. Georg groans in his throat as Tom’s tongue plunges into his mouth, not a smidgen of shyness or hesitation in the action whatsoever. Tom tastes like bourbon, orange soda and cigarette smoke, as Georg is sure he does to Tom. Maybe Tom can even taste his own cock in Georg’s mouth. As Georg welcomes Tom’s tongue with his own, his hands come up and delve into the kid’s hair, which is just about dry now, feeling like threads of yellow silk. He shifts on the bed until he is lying on top of Tom, his thigh between the boy’s legs. His arousal is jabbing into Tom, just under his hip. Suddenly, Tom flips them both around so Georg is the one on the bottom, the younger actor asserting his masculinity in a move astoundingly quick and limber for one so affected by liquor.

   “W-what the…?” Georg stutters and retaliates by bucking Tom off and pinning him to the mattress with his heavier frame. He plants a wet smooch on Tom. “Ha! Got you back where I want you.”

   “Oh, no you don’t,” Tom snarls playfully. He won’t stay down and flexes all his lean muscles, roughly throwing Georg over and falling on top of his older partner like a sack of turnips. It becomes a game. As they combine kissing and inebriated laughing, they take turns tossing each other over and wrestling, messing up the quilt and sheets with all the rolling around. Soon, their laughter dies and they are panting and exchanging deep, pornographic kisses that mimic what their bodies yearn to do. Due to sheer persistence, Tom has won the scuffle and he is the dominant male on top, ending up between Georg’s legs in the missionary position. Georg doesn’t care; he likes having such an attractive young guy between his thighs. He likes the feel of Tom’s warm weight on him and the boy’s tongue possessively twining around his own, wordlessly declaring how he’d like to possess Georg’s body too. If this is what being submissive is, Georg likes it a lot.

Although the two actors are in a prime position for fucking, all they are doing is kissing and brushing their dicks together flirtatiously. Which is great, no doubt about it, but there is something even greater within their reach, if they only dare to take it. Being daring, Georg disconnects their mouths, brings his lips to Tom’s ear and whispers, “You know what I said before, what I’d let you do to me? Well, I meant it. Fuck me, Tom; I’ll let you.”

Abruptly, Tom pulls back and gazes down at Georg with a horrified look on his face. In an appalled tone, he exclaims, “No!”

Georg frowns. “Why not? You don’t want me?”

At his partner’s hurt voice, Tom softens. “Of course I want you but…”

   “Then do it,” Georg says impatiently, nearly insane with carnal thirst. He opens his thighs apart further, grabs Tom’s firm butt and pulls him closer, both of their cocks solidly meeting. The pulses in their shafts thrum against each other in time with every beat of their hearts.

   “No,” Tom repeats firmly, his eyes pleading for Georg to understand why he is denying him. “We can’t.”

   “Please,” Georg begs beseechingly, thrusting his pelvis upward, making their dicks slide together. Their pre-come mingles and smears along the outsides of their engorged male organs. At the slippery sensation, Tom hisses through his teeth.


   “I want you inside me,” the formerly straight actor urges Tom with another thrust of his hips.

Tom gasps as a white-hot shock ricochets through his gut. “I can’t, Georg! I just…I just can’t do that.”

   Georg almost sobs at the refusal. “But I need you so bad.”

Shutting his eyes for a moment, as if in acute pain, Tom lets his head fall down, laying his forehead onto Georg’s.

   “I’m sorry,” Tom says hoarsely. “I’m so sorry.”

Craving anything in his overwhelming intoxicated lust, even if it’s just dry-humping, Georg makes a whine of frustration and begins to rub against the second male’s crotch, his hands still clutching Tom’s ass. With an anguished groan, Tom relents and starts to rub back, bracing himself above Georg, his forearms to either side of the brunette man’s face, palms flat against the mattress. The boy flicks his long hair aside and captures Georg’s mouth, keeping him quiet with tongue-filled kisses so he doesn’t keep asking to be fucked. As much as Tom wants to experience what that is like, he cannot do it. His girlfriend is the main reason why he can’t, or won’t, go all the way with Georg. Even though he is drunk, Tom has enough sense to know that doing that would be wrong. It would be disloyal to Bill, like committing adultery. But this rubbing on the other hand…he can do this. This is okay. If he gets grilled in a court of law over the events of the night, he can legally and truthfully declare that he did not fuck Georg Listing.

Not caring about potential lawsuits launched by irate girlfriends, Georg wraps his legs around Tom’s waist and locks his ankles together, both trapping the teenager there in case he tries to flee and also forcing their groins to mesh as far as is physically attainable without real penetration. He coils his arms around Tom’s upper torso to be absolutely certain that his feisty co-star can’t get away from him. If Tom freaked out and left him now, Georg would die. Just keel over and die. But Tom has no intention of leaving Georg at this crucial time. He has unrequited needs too, needs his absent girlfriend cannot ease.

The two naked actors grind their pelvises together in a steadily increasing rhythm, messily kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths as their pleasure heightens, Tom’s belly flattened to Georg’s. Their sex-juices mix, acting as a natural lubricant. The feel of their cocks gliding against each other - heated, slick and hard, sandwiched within the pressure of their washboard stomachs - is thoroughly erotic and indescribable. It is nothing like having sex with a woman, yet a million times more intense. As their lips and tongues are interlocked, they buck their hips together, faster and faster and harder and harder, aiming for the ultimate pinnacle of rapture.

Tearing loose of the kiss, Georg presses his flushed face into Tom’s neck, panting, “Oh God, oh God,” over and over again. He tightens his hold on Tom to a vice-like degree and starts to shake. Tom, knowing that Georg is coming, unleashes the reign on his own climax and thrusts against the older male a few more times before he ejaculates, spilling his surging semen onto Georg’s flat belly with a raw cry of release. Utterly spent, the eighteen year old boy collapses onto Georg and the brunette man hugs Tom’s perspiration-sheened body, not minding in the least about the extra pounds of pierced flesh on top of him.

The two co-workers (now irrevocably lovers) lie there closely embracing while their harsh, erratic breathing and hammering hearts eventually return to normal, muscles jumping and throbbing under their sweaty skin from such exertion, like after a punishing twenty mile run. There is cooling wetness oozing between both their bellies, trickling down their sides onto the mattress, but they don’t separate to prevent the sheets from getting stained. Sperm-soaked bed linen hardly even registers in the excellent floaty afterglow they are suffused in. As they recuperate, Tom’s head is on Georg’s shoulder and Georg’s face nuzzled into Tom’s hair.

After a quiet period of time, Georg murmurs drunkenly, “Your hair smells so good. You always smell great, Tom.”

   “So do you,” Tom admits. “That was one of the first things I noticed about you. That and the colour of your eyes.” He lifts up to look down at the older male beneath him. “Hey, am I too heavy?”

Georg shakes his head slightly. “You’re fine. You can stay there as long as you like,” he adds, smiling affectionately up at his pretty partner, Tom looking even prettier with the flush of orgasm still tinting his cheeks. Smiling back, Tom lowers his head and their lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. Georg pulls the boy back down into the crook of his freckled shoulder, both of them quite content to stay like that, just indulging in the blissful closeness and warmth of being in one another’s arms.

   “Y’know what?” Tom ventures a bit later, sounding sleepy.


   “No, what?” Georg searches Tom’s heavy-lidded eyes but can’t tell what it is that the kid wants to say.

Tom bites his lip before saying, “If I ever fell for a guy, I mean, REALLY fell for one, as in love and stuff, it’d be somebody like you, G. If things were... I dunno, different - if I wasn’t already, you know, involved…” He stops, pauses for a few seconds and then blurts out, “I could fall so hard for you, man.”

Touched, Georg swallows and whispers, “Same here.”

With a silly grin, Tom queries, “Yeah?”

Georg rewards him with a goofy grin of his own and says, “Yeah.”

Still grinning like an idiot, Tom replies, “Cool.”

   “Tom, what you just said, that’s like, the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Georg proclaims boozily. “And I sincerely mean that. Scout’s honour.”

   “You weren’t in the fuckin’ Scouts. Were you?” Tom peers doubtfully at him. Georg tries to keep a somber face but fails miserably and lets out a snort of laughter that causes Tom to smack Georg on the thigh.

“You are such a goddamn liar. You learn that on Puberty High?”

   “Teen High. And guy’s gotta start somewhere. I didn’t get an easy break like you,” Georg says, miffed at the reminder of his humble and somewhat embarrassing beginnings. “I had to work hard to get where I am today. Just ‘cause you had some agent come up to you on the street and hand you a part in a movie doesn’t mean it happens to all of us, you lucky prick. Wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t so damn pretty.”

   “Screw you,” Tom tosses back, for the second time that night.

   “You just did,” Georg comments and they immediately break out into chortles of mirth, laughing helplessly.

Just because they had sex (kind of) doesn’t mean they are suddenly sober. Oh no, they are still quite tanked-up and everyone knows when you’ve had one too many drinks, you tend to do and say things that you may regret the next day. But these two are not thinking of the next day, or of the consequences of what they just did. They are only concerned with right now, the present. And in the present, they are carefree, full of joy and high on alcohol, their recent orgasms and each other.

Georg pushes at Tom. “C’mon. Get up.”

Tom reluctantly peels himself off Georg and, witnessing the evidence of their double climax glistening on their stomachs like snail-trails, he grabs his top sheet and wipes them both down. After that considerate gesture, Georg sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the mattress. Tom clasps his bicep.

“Where you going?”

Georg cocks a brow at the anxious question. “Why? Don’t you want me to go?”

   “No, stay here,” Tom pouts like a child, tugging on his arm. “Don’t go back to your trailer. Sleep with me tonight. Please?”

At Tom’s needy insistence, Georg smiles. “I was already planning on that. I’m not leaving; I just gotta go pee.”

Tom lets go of Georg’s arm and squirms, realizing his own bladder is uncomfortably full. “Yeah, good idea. I think I’ll go right after you.”

After they have both relieved themselves and had a smoke, Tom throws the cum-stained sheet in the general direction of the laundry hamper. They climb back into the bed, still nude and unashamed. The rock CD has long since played out and all they can hear is the fridge humming. That low, droning sound will probably lull them right off to dreamland in no time. Tom switches the lamp off and the brunette and the blond snuggle together under the rumpled quilt: sated, drunk and tired. But happy. In fact, they’ve never been happier in their lives.

Especially Georg. He’s had many girlfriends and has even been engaged to be married once upon a time, but never has he felt so strongly about anyone else before. He never knew he could feel this way about a beautiful blond-haired kid. Lying there in the dark, Georg doesn’t have to see Tom to know that he is beautiful. Georg can feel it, emanating in the blackness like a tangible force. Looks are a fleeting thing and will one day fade, however, Tom’s beauty comes from some place far within him. If Georg unexpectedly went blind and couldn’t see for the rest of his life, he would always be able to see the utter beauty of Tom just by being in his presence, by feeling the warmth and tenderness in the other boy’s touch.

   “Hey,” Georg mumbles before they drift off to sleep.

“Mm?”

   “This is nice, sharing a bed with you.”

   “Yeah. It is.” Tom clumsily finds Georg’s mouth and kisses him gently, three times.

   “Good night, G.”

   “Night, Tom.”
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