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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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Groggily, Bill lifted his head that had been very comfortable resting against Adam's shoulder. It was a strong, muscular shoulder, and Bill felt safe and secure there, like when he slept against Tom's shoulder on long-distance flights... Actually, this felt so natural that Bill was confused for a moment, because he actually thought he was sleeping next to Tom. His brain needed a few moments to connect the facts and recognize Adam's concerned face. Damn, the alcohol had made Bill sluggish and slow. And he started to get a mild headache. Rubbing his eyes and smearing his make up down his cheek, Bill sat up.
"Tom? What the fuck, stop bitching!" Bill's brows almost touched in the middle and his lips were pursed into a sleepy pout. Only when his eyes shifted and he finally acknowledged Adam's presence did his memories come back, flooding his mind and almost drowning him. And then the severity of the situation finally hit home.
"Scheisse!" Suddenly very awake, Bill jumped from the couch, cursing under his breath. His gaze hectically moved through the room, as Tom kept banging against the door. "Fuck, that's my brother," he informed Adam, looking a mix between guilty, pissed off and apologetic. "I'm sorry, he can be a pain in the ass," the German singer finally whispered back at Adam. The experience of their time together was still fresh and Bill wasn't done processing that, so really, he had no need for drama right now. But then again Tom seemed furious, and they couldn't risk a scandal like that. People would hear Tom screaming...
"I'll take care of that," Bill said, but he didn't feel very confident about that. Marching up to the door while clinging to his anger at being screamed at by Tom, Bill took a deep breath and replied through the closed door. "What is it, Tom? Stop making a scene. I'm busy. Go to bed and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
For a few seconds Tom couldn’t speak; his disbelief choked him. He knew it. He fucking knew Bill was behind this door. Every other door he’d banged on had been opened up by the room’s occupants to see what was going on, except for this one. That’s because Bill was in there. With Adam. Doing God knows what.
Tom came all the way here to save his little brother from being abused and now Bill’s telling him to go away? That he’s BUSY? What kind of gratitude was that??
“Are you trying to get RID of me?” the older Kaulitz boy replied in outrage. “What are you doing in there? Open the door, Bill! Open the fucking door!”
When Bill didn’t comply, Tom’s fury rose exponentially and in between yelling, he began shouldering the obstacle that lay between his fist and Adam Lambert’s smug face.
Which in reality wasn’t smug at all. More like, alarmed and considerably scared. The sound of someone shouting in German was actually kind of terrifying. Adam didn’t know what Tom was saying but he’d bet it wasn’t good. Worriedly glancing at the door which was now being pounded by the heavy weight of a male body, Adam ventured to the other vocalist, “Maybe you should let him in or he might dislocate his shoulder. You can calm Tom down, right? With your special twin powers?”
Before Bill could even answer, Tom started kicking the door just under the lock, determined to get in no matter what. Each solid kick jarred Tom’s heel and leg. Somewhere in his foot a small bone broke but he was too high on adrenaline and alcohol to feel any pain.
There was the sound of wood splintering. Adam quickly pulled Bill away from the entrance. In another three hard kicks Tom got the door open, the worked-up guitarist storming into the room with braids flying, both fists clenched like hammers. The vengeance in his face was frightening.
Adam’s first thought was to run and hide in the bathroom but if he did that, he wouldn’t be much of a man. Besides, he knew how to defend himself and he was much more muscular than Bill. He’d better stay and protect the other boy because Tom looked livid enough to do something really stupid and Adam would not allow Bill to get hurt. He drew the slim singer protectively behind him.
Scanning the room with a narrowed gaze, Tom spotted Adam first, then Bill behind him. Both of them were shirtless. Bill’s makeup was smudged. Adam’s hand was on Bill’s bare chest, keeping him back.
With a murderous expression in his nearly-black eyes, Tom growled, “Get your hands off my brother, you son of a bitch!”
Trying to mediate the potentially volatile confrontation, Adam held his palms up in front of him and began soothingly, “Tom, I know what you’re thinking but I didn’t harm Bill in any way. He’s perfectly all right.”
“You lie!” Striding over, Tom roughly shoved Adam away from Bill, pushing the American songwriter against the wall and holding him there by the throat. “You’ve always wanted Bill. You saw he had too much champagne and then you brought him here so you could take advantage of him! Didn’t you?”
Swallowing at the tight grip on his neck, Adam just stood there, not wanting to aggravate Tom further by fighting back. At least, not yet. The guy was just in protective big-brother mode and didn’t understand what had happened, or how Bill had spontaneously decided to act on his bisexual curiosities.
“We were talking out on the smoking deck,” the gay performer explained in that same calming tone. “I invited Bill to my room and he accepted so we left the party together – I didn’t kidnap him or force him here.”
Tom didn’t believe that, instead glancing at Bill’s bewildered, half-undressed figure and demanding dangerously, “What did you do to him, asshole?”
“Nothing he didn’t want me to do,” Adam assured. “We’ve just been kissing and stuff. That’s all.”
“Kissing?” With his eyebrows lifted incredulously, Tom looked to his younger sibling. “Is that true, Bill? You’ve been kissing him?”

Crossing his arms over his chest in a deviant manner, Bill lifted his chin and glared. He didn't feel as confident as he was pretending to be. How could he? Despite him still being groggy and a bit drunk, this situation was out of control! Bill was torn between feeling thrilled that Tom was so protective of him and tried to 'save' him. On the other hand he was annoyed too, that Tom was handling him like a child. And also he didn't want Adam to get hurt... Finally making a decision, he spoke, his voice slightly aggressive,
"And what if I did? It's none of your business, Tom. I don't ask you to justify every bitch that you drag into your bed. Adam's right, we met at the party, we talked and I decided to come here of my own will. Now get a grip and get out of here, you're making a fool of yourself."
It wasn't easy saying that, but the more Bill spoke, the more pissed off he got. What was Tom thinking, making a scene like this? Of course, he thought Bill was in danger. But now that he knew that Bill was fine he should... "And before you go you better apologize to Adam," the German singer added haughtily. He could be damn bitchy, too. And just to make his point clear, Bill demonstratively stepped beside Adam.
Tom was not having that, having Bill choose Adam over him. So, he let Adam go, took Bill by the arm and pulled him away, ordering, “Come on, Bill. You’re coming back to our room. And you’re fucking staying there.”
“Bill, you don’t have to go with him,” Adam started in concern but Tom turned around with a glare so ferocious and vicious that the plea died on Adam’s tongue.
“Stay out of this, Lambert. It’s between me and my brother. NOT you,” Tom warned in a savage snarl, making it very clear that if Adam tried anything else to stop them, he’d get punched in the face. The only reason Tom hadn’t done that already was because he’d been in trouble once for hitting someone in the past and it was the worst publicity for the band ever. At least his drunken brain remembered that. The least scandalous thing he could do would be to just take Bill back to their room and lock the damn door. His fingers digging into Bill’s arm, Tom dragged the smaller male outside and back down the hall to their own room, ignoring the curious stares from the other guests staying in the hotel. The place was full of rock stars and Tom was sure they’d seen far worse things tonight than a family dispute.
Tom kept silent and grim-faced until he pushed Bill through the door and they were safely shut in their suite. Away from prying eyes and ears, the emotionally-stirred twin swung around and finally vented what was boiling inside him like exploding lava.
“What the HELL is wrong with you tonight, Bill? You don’t like that bastard any more than I do. Why’d you go back to his room?” Tom spat, nearly insane with possessiveness. “And why did you let him kiss you?”
"Nothing's wrong with me!" Bill objected hotly, crossing his arms over his chest in a defensive manner. "And how do you know I don't like him?! You never actually asked me, you just kept talking about how shitty he is. But guess what? He's actually really nice and I like him!"
No one could push Bill's buttons like Tom, especially when he was acting like the big brother. Though he didn't want to admit it, Bill was hurt. Of course he knew that Tom was only concerned, trying to protect him. But in the last few hours, Bill had found out so much about himself. He was excited and happy, and he wanted to share it with Tom, he wanted to tell him all about it. He wanted to ask for advice, because Tom was so much more experienced, and Bill didn't know what to make of these new experiences. But instead of being supportive and listening to him, Tom was being violent. Bill didn't want to defend himself and justify his actions.
His shoulders slumping, Bill turned his back on Tom, clenching his jaw and flopping down on the couch dramatically. "Why are you so angry? I didn't do anything wrong, Tom." All of a sudden he felt really tired. He didn't want to fight; he didn't have the energy. This was a mess, probably the biggest he had ever created.
The abrupt shift in Bill’s emotions affected Tom too, confusing him. Plus there was a sharp, distracting ache in the arch of his foot. He wanted to stay mad and have a good old yelling match with Bill, getting everything out into the open, but his normally-feisty twin had given up fighting already. This was highly unlike Bill. If he was going quiet and defeated, then it meant something was really upsetting him.
Frowning in both bewilderment and frustration, Tom sucked in a ragged breath and slowly let it out, shifting his weight to his other foot and scratching at his tightly-woven braids as he tried to keep calm and think clearly. Gradually, the events of the evening filtered through the drunkenness of his brain in some kind of rational order and he put the pieces together, finally working out why Bill was so upset. The realisation of what he’d done, and the chain of errors that led to it, caused Tom’s guts to painfully twist up like wrung-out laundry.
He’d utterly ruined Bill’s night.
At the beginning, Tom was so caught up in not winning any stupid music awards that he ignored his twin and acted all grumpy and pissed, instead of celebrating the fact that they were even nominated in the first place. Lots of bands, including better known ones, weren’t even up for any awards at all so really, Tom should have been happy at that and just enjoyed the party and the free drinks and made sure Bill had a great time too. But instead of doing that, Tom just grew sourer and more self-centred as the evening wore on. Then he selfishly took off and made out with some underage slut on the dance floor, leaving Bill all alone on the couch in a room full of strangers.
No wonder he went over to Adam Lambert’s group for some company. At least Adam would have been thrilled to see him. It seems the glitzy American performer and Bill got along surprisingly well and Tom would have known that if he’d actually been paying any attention to his younger brother and who he was talking to. Tom never thought Bill would be attracted to someone so outrageously flamboyant like Adam but apparently he was. So much so that Bill went back to Adam’s hotel room in order to get to know the other man better. Tom wasn’t sure exactly how far the two of them went together but there was definitely kissing and probably a bit more judging by how both of their shirts had been removed. Tom got laid all the time and never had any shortage of offers so sex was no big deal to him but Bill…the poor kid had been waiting years for the right time and the right person before he gave himself away. Tonight, he apparently found what he’d been looking for. There Bill was - trying to have his first gay experience, which should have been an exciting, special, private event for him and Tom violently barged in and disrupted it out of petty jealousy.
Tom had ruined Bill’s only sexual encounter ever and that would explain why Bill hated him so much right now. It would also explain why his foot was so sore.
When the magnitude of his stupidity sunk in, Tom backed away from the lounge in disbelief, the braided boy’s mind reeling with how horrifically this whole mistaken situation could have ended up being. Bill had been standing behind that wooden door. Tom could have kicked it right into his face! If that had happened, Bill’s fragile features would have been broken. He could have received crushed and fractured bones, changing his perfect appearance into something less, something flawed and unfixable. His delicate beauty could have been disfigured forever by one senseless act of jealous rage. The thought that Tom could have seriously injured his own twin made him feel sick to the stomach.
“Shit…Bill, I-I didn’t mean to…” he lamely began to stutter, but the look Bill threw him silenced the rest of the words before they made it out.

"Just get the hell out of here!" Bill snapped, throwing Tom a nasty, aggressive look and then hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. He didn't want to hear it. Even if his stupid brother finally understood the magnitude of his excessively shitty and intolerable behavior Bill wasn't ready to forgive him yet. Also, he didn't have the energy. Bill was still caught up in the events that happened with Adam and right now he didn't feel like dealing with his drunk brother.
The German singer had to try and make sense of the events of last night and sort out what it meant. Was he in love with Adam? Was Adam in love with him? Had it just been a game? The result of them being drunk? Was he gay now? Those questions were far more pressing and they threatened to give him a headache - which didn't brighten Bill's mood. And everyone close to him knew that he could be a bit of a drama queen, to put it mildly.
"Get out!" He finally shouted, throwing a cushion at Tom as his twin brother just stood there, staring at him dumbly.
Tom felt the cushion bounce harmlessly off his chest. Even though Bill was full of seething anger, Tom could sense a more disturbing underlying emotion inside the other young man. Bitter disillusionment.
You let me down, Tom. I expected better from you and you fucking let me down, you selfish bastard.
That’s what that look really said, even though Bill didn’t say it out loud. But it was all too painfully true. Tom HAD let him down, in so many ways. He was the worst big brother in the world. Swallowing nauseously, the older Kaulitz boy decided to take Bill’s advice and leave so he didn’t have to see that awful, shattered expression in his twin’s eyes anymore.
As Tom wrenched open the door and staggered out into the hallway he saw Adam Lambert and the other guy from his band waiting there – the little one with floppy yellow hair concealing half of his face. The one that warned Tom about Bill leaving the party with Adam in the first place. Tommy Joe Ratliff. The petite guitar player was standing next to his taller friend, blocking the corridor. Tom wanted to walk past but he couldn’t without the other men moving.
“What the fuck do you guys want?” Tom growled rudely at both of them.
“We’re not looking for any trouble. We just want to make sure you’re all right,” Adam answered calmingly, glancing at his companion. “Don’t we, Tommy?”
“Yeah,” the blond man mumbled, nibbling a painted thumbnail anxiously. He and Adam had just been talking. Whatever bug Tommy had stuck up his ass over Adam and Bill getting together was gone. As soon as Tom had left the awards party on his rescue mission, Tommy Joe realised that the way he’d provoked Bill’s bigger brother into reacting was dumb and dangerous and so he raced over here to warn Adam of the approaching storm. But it was too late. The damage had been done. Adam’s door had already been broken down. Tommy honestly regretted ratting his close friend out and almost getting him killed but after a brief scolding, Adam had forgiven him. He even gave Tommy a hug to show there were no hard feelings. In fact, Adam accepted most of the blame, conceding that he probably would have gotten yelled at by Tom in the morning anyway, for sneaking Bill away like that without telling anyone first.
Tommy was incredibly relieved; Adam’s long-term friendship meant so much more to him than some silly bout of envy over a boy with a Mohawk and a ring in his nose.
Now that they’d resolved their issues with each other, the two glam-rock musicians focused on the gangsta-styled guitarist in front of them. The German kid was obviously drunk, distressed and in some kind of physical pain. Habitually combing his long bleached fringe to the side, Tommy Joe peered downward at braided boy’s baggy pants leg, having noticed the limp in his walk.
“How’s your foot?”
Tom grunted, keeping his weight off it. “Why do you care?”
“Because it’s kind of my fault,” Tommy Joe admitted with a wince. “Do you need a doctor or something?”
“No,” Tom snapped, not wanting his concern. “Move out of the way! Both of you.”
Adam and Tommy Joe stepped back, exchanging worried looks. At this point, Adam was more worried about Tom’s other half, afraid that the more muscular twin might have hurt his much slimmer brother during their argument.
“Is Bill okay?”
“He’s fine,” Tom answered in a mutter as he limped past the two Americans. “Go ask him yourself.”
“Tom, wait. Please,” Adam urged, catching up to the other young man as he reached the metal elevator doors at the end of the hall and hit the ‘down’ button. “I know you don’t like me but I just want to say that I never intended to take advantage of Bill. He’s a sweetheart and I truly care about him, you know? I’d never hurt him. Ever. You gotta believe me!”
Tom closed his eyes at the pleading tone of Adam’s voice but didn’t turn around.
“I wasn’t trying to cause any drama or get in the middle of you two and I’m sincerely sorry if I did. I mean, God, the last thing I want to do is tear a couple of twins apart,” Adam continued apologetically, an earnest furrow in his brow. “If you wanna sit down and talk about this, Tom, I’m more than willing to. I’d really prefer it if we could somehow sort this all out before it gets any worse.”
Swaying, Tom clumsily jabbed at the elevator button a few more times, wanting it to hurry up. He felt ill and didn’t feel like sorting anything out right now, despite Adam’s offer of peace.
“Just leave me alone, Lambert,” he ground out impatiently. “I don’t want to talk!”
Nodding, Adam felt his spirits sink as his apology was rejected. “Okay. I understand,” he said quietly. “Sorry, again. And sorry for taking your award, too. You boys totally deserve it more than me.”
After that humble confession, Adam turned and left, disappearing into his hotel room with Tommy Joe and dejectedly propping the broken door shut. Tom Kaulitz watched him go, feeling even shittier. Not only had he hurt his brother’s feelings but now Adam’s as well. Tom could hear the stinging disappointment in the other man’s parting words, even though he stayed polite and gracious. The chart-topping singer appeared genuinely regretful for any problems he may have caused, wishing to fix them and put things right. Tom hated to admit it but perhaps he’d been completely wrong about Adam Lambert. Maybe the guy wasn’t some sleazy man-whore. Maybe he was actually a decent dude. All Adam had ever done in the past was admire Bill and heap praises upon him. He’d never said anything bad about Bill, Tom or about Tokio Hotel. He’d even given the band free advertising by mentioning them in interviews. Adam had been nothing but respectful when talking about them to other people and he’d been incredibly respectful just then, even though mere minutes ago Tom kicked the guy’s door in, grabbed him by the neck and shoved him up against a wall.
Without reason. It seems Bill had gone back to Adam’s room of his own free will. Adam hadn’t forced him to, or harmed him. If Adam had hurt Bill in any way, Tom would be the first one Bill would come to, for both comfort and revenge. But Bill wasn’t hurt. He said he LIKED Adam. That Adam was nice. And if Bill liked someone, who was Tom to interfere? All Tom had ever wanted was for Bill to be comfortable with himself and his own sexuality and it appears he finally found someone who helped him with that. If the person was Adam Lambert, then so be it. The openly gay artist hadn’t done a single thing wrong in this situation. Neither had Bill.
It looked like the only one with the problem was Tom. He just wasn’t ready to let his little brother go. And that was precisely why he needed to get out of this place and as far away from Bill as possible.
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A/N: Thank you to Skylar and Victoria for their comments and for reading this story! Hope you're still enjoying it :)
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