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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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Bill almost folded in two at the contact of wet, slippery tongue on his dick. He had a hard time not fidgeting and flinching and couldn't quite suppress it. A moan forced its way out of his high-strung body, ending in a slightly high-pitched sigh.

"Oh scheisse," the boy breathed in his own language (Oh shit), his head falling back against the couch, his heavily make-uped eyes closing shut as he tried to cope with the unfamiliar pleasure threatening to wash him away. No wonder Tom was always bragging about this and constantly talking about the blowjobs he got from this or that nameless chick; had Bill known how good this felt he'd have done it way earlier!!!

The thoughts in his head were swirling around too fast and he could barely grasp them. They got interrupted by little shocks of raw delight that rushed through his mind like lightening whenever Adam moved his mouth up and down the length of his cock. Adam's mouth felt so good! It was smooth, wet and slippery and warm and gliding in and out of it was pure heaven.

Bill's features contorted a bit, his hips shooting up and his mouth fell open for a succession of deep moans as his pelvis gyrated to get deeper into Adam.
Adam took the urgent thrusts and wholeheartedly welcomed them, listening to the younger singer’s sounds of pleasure. He held Bill’s hips with both hands, letting his head bob in a steady rhythm, his saliva coating that beautiful gleaming boner. He only pulled back once, just to look up at Bill and whisper, “Don’t be afraid of coming in my mouth. I want you to so don’t hold back, okay honey?”
Then he sucked Bill in again, relishing the meaty thickness of the other boy’s shaft as it forced his tongue down and stretched his jaws and lips wide apart. The slick tip bumped the back of his throat and Adam groaned. He’d done this enough times to not gag anymore and so he let Bill shove in as far as he wanted, allowing the German singer to fuck his face, just like in one of Adam’s deliciously depraved sex-dreams.
"Ah- ah okay!" Bill had trouble forming a coherent thought, yet alone a whole sentence. His head had lolled back against the couch, eyes half closed as his hips thrust up, his cock gliding in and out of Adam's sucking mouth. It was so incredibly warm and soft and tight and wet! Bill felt his whole body tingling, his spine was prickling unbearably, and he couldn't even describe what was going on in his lower parts!
All he knew was that it got bigger, that he couldn't keep it inside anymore and trying to externalise it with moans only helped so much. As the feelings grew rapidly so did his heartbeat, and his thrusts became faster and shorter. Then something happened, like a knot exploding and Bill was swept away by pure ecstasy. His body spasmed as he shot his load into Adam's mouth and he went rigid.
"Oh Gott, Scheisse!" (Oh god, shit!)
His cry ended in an exhausted laugh as his orgasm washed through him. It felt as if every cell of his corner was doing a happy, excited standing ovation, a Mexican wave rushing from his groin to his brain, numbing it.
As the effect of his climax wore off Bill gradually relaxed, sinking back onto the sofa. This was such an exhausting experience, but in a nice way. He felt sleepy, but he opened his eyes to lazily smile at Adam. If only he had known earlier how good this felt!
Adam was suffused with such thrilling satisfaction, hearing and feeling Bill’s energetic release, his mouth filling with fluid that was salty, sweet and bitter all at once. He gladly swallowed it, listening to the boy’s incredibly natural and spontaneous reaction as he came. Bill was not faking that. It seemed as if the kid had never orgasmed in his life! But most likely he had, just not with someone’s mouth around him. He didn’t want to boast too much, but Adam thought he was particularly gifted at sucking dick so of course Bill would feel bliss unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
After wiping his lips, Adam sat up, smiling down at the black-haired boy he’d just pleasured. Bill’s dark shadowed eyes were half-shut, his slim body relaxing on the sofa, pants still down around his thighs which sprawled apart carelessly. He was starting to look a little TOO relaxed and so before the young singer could go to sleep, Adam unzipped his own pants and pulled out his sorely aroused cock, taking Bill’s limp hand and wrapping it around the veined purpled length. Hopefully Bill still had enough energy to move his wrist.
“Finish me off,” Adam breathed urgently. “Please?”
How could Bill possibly deny that request after Adam had made him feel so good? He was more than happy to share the feeling of delight and utter bliss that he had just experienced. Still a bit sluggish and dizzy, Bill curiously peeked down at the cock in his hand. It was warm and fitted snugly into his palm. Adam was big and hard, the erect member throbbing and pulsing against Bill's slightly sweaty palm. Never before had the German singer held another man's cock. He'd only taken shy and half embarrassed glances at other men's junk in the shower, and he hadn't seen much because he was afraid to get caught. At school he got to hear dubious jokes about his sexual orientation enough as it was, so he had more or less repressed his curiosity. Bill had looked at pics on the internet, though, but what he had seen there had been overly pornographic and crude. Not exactly sexy and he had disgustedly closed the webpages and shoved the issue to the back of his mind.
Now, in this hotel room with Adam, he could honestly say that he found another man's cock beautiful and attractive.
"Your cock's nice," he therefore observed bluntly, giving it a testing stroke and feeling it twitch.
“So’s your hand,” Adam managed to gasp, looking down and staring in turned-on awe as Bill started to lightly tug on him, the other male’s touch gentle and exploratory, as if he’d never touched anyone else’s junk before.
Oh right, that’s because he hadn’t.
Bill was so inexperienced he probably barely even touched his own junk. Adam had often gazed at photos of Tokio Hotel and its captivating lead singer and had always been drawn to the boy’s hands. Those slender, feminine fingers with their immaculately-painted nails were an unmistakable part of Bill’s allure and seeing them curled around Adam’s dick was just too much, the American songwriter helplessly thrusting into them as his cresting orgasm threatened to overtake him.
“I’m just about to come,” he advised Bill, quickly adding, “Point it away from you if you don’t want my stuff all over your clothes!”
Bill wasn't sure how to 'point it away', as he was pretty much occupying the space in front of Adam's cock. Turning it away would have meant to twist it or something, wouldn't it? These thoughts made Bill nervous, and when he got nervous he got hectic, which resulted in his movements becoming unconsciously faster. His palm glided rapidly up and down the shaft of Adam's erection and before Bill had figured out a solution to his dilemma, he was suddenly splattered with white, warm semen.
He jumped, surprised, as some of the fluid hit his chest and dripped down to his belly, but then the singer stared in fascination, licking his lips and giving Adam a few more strokes. The man looked beautiful, his eyes half closed, his hips bucking, a warm glow radiating from his blissful expression. Bill wondered if he had looked like that when he came. In any case it filled him with irrational pride that he had been the one to make Adam feel like that.
"Too late," he finally shrugged a thin shoulder in reply, reluctantly letting go of the softening flesh.
Shuddering with weak spasms of post-ecstatic pleasure, Adam sat back on the lounge, his head spinning.
“Oh God, that was AMAZING,” he groaned rewardingly, still tingling all over from the way Bill’s pretty fingers tugged the man-milk out of him in delicious spurts, some of which were now sliding down the boy’s flat chest. Bill was probably not used to that, being the target of someone’s cum-wad, even though Adam had warned him. Kid probably didn’t realise that dicks were actually fairly flexible and could be bent or moved to the side without pain. It was cute how utterly little he knew about cocks, and about other men in general. Adam would have to remedy that. It would be a joy to teach the young singer everything he knew about how to please a man, and how to please himself as well. It would be like experiencing it all over again for the first time.
Pulling up his pants, Adam stood on shaky legs and found some tissues nearby, wiping the wet mess off Bill’s skin before helping the boy do up his own trousers. With his ebony-painted eyelids heavy and long lashes almost all the way down, Bill looked too tired to move anymore and to tell the truth, Adam was getting that way too. Normally, if he was with some guy he didn’t know, they’d spend all night fucking each other raw but the few precious minutes he’d just shared with Bill were more than enough to satisfy him. Climbing clumsily onto the couch, the ex-American Idol contestant settled behind Bill, wrapping the slender male in a warm, back-to-chest embrace, Adam tenderly kissing his new lover’s model-like cheekbone.
“Thank you, Bill Kaulitz,” the older man murmured, just for the thrill of saying the other boy’s name. “This was a dream come true and I will never, ever forget it.”
Then, with the most gorgeous, sweet-smelling creature in the world held closely in his arms, Adam shut his eyes, sighing in a drained but completely contented way, quickly drifting off to sleep on the hotel lounge suite alongside an equally drained Bill.
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Still grimly focused on his life-or-death mission, Tom pulled widely into the hotel’s front semi-circular driveway, managing to avoid hitting the valet waiting there, the red-vested young man diving out of the way. Tom didn’t remember much of the drive, only that he made it without smashing into anything. Or anything big, anyway. A long scrape ran down one side of the car, caused by a street sign that had appeared in the middle of the road, or so it seemed to Tom at the time. Fuck, who cared? It was a rental. He left the engine running and got out so the valet could go park it, Tom running towards the hotel lobby, the glass entrance doors sliding open as he approached. Lucky the doors were automated or he might have smacked straight into them and broken his perfectly straight nose.
Ignoring any curious stares from hotel staff and guests, the intoxicated guitarist sprinted into the elevator and punched some numbers, trying to remember which floor they were on. As he headed upwards, he belatedly remembered that he had a key card in one of his pockets and the floor number was printed on it so he got out when the elevator’s digital display showed the right one. He couldn’t recall what his room number was though, only that it was towards the end of the hall. That meant Adam’s room was down that direction as well.
Lurching down the carpeted corridor, a heavily-drunken Tom felt as though he was in carnival mirror maze, the hallway tilting around him in a disorienting and nauseating manner. He had to put his arms out to balance himself and not fall over. Banging on random hotel doors, Tom yelled in an angrily slurred voice (in his own language), “Bill! Where are you? I know you’re with him! Get out here now!”
Abruptly and with much confusion, Adam woke on the couch, arms still around his petite partner. Hearing all the German yelling outside, he froze.
“Shit…” Adam whispered in alarm. “Bill, is that your brother?”

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A/N: Thanks to all still reading this. To be continued!! :D
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