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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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Georg is supposed to go to Tom’s trailer, according to the rules. But he decides to test the rules and not go. He wants to see just how much he means to Tom, and if Tom will show up instead as Georg suspects he might. That would prove that despite all Tom’s protests about not doing sexual stuff with Georg again, he actually really wants to, regardless of whether he has a girlfriend or not. Tonight, when Tom comes over here, Georg is going to force the kid to tell the truth, even if he has to act like Miles Vanderwolf to achieve this. Although he has no trenchcoat to put on, it’s easy for Georg to slip into character, to pull forth a wealth of overconfidence and dominance that he doesn’t normally possess. Tonight, he’s going to act like he would if he were Miles and Tom was Joseph.

And sure enough, Tom shows up. He's not wearing a hat tonight and his long, loose hair looks soft and pretty, a slight wave curling the blond locks at the ends. Georg lets him in, naturally, but waits until the door is closed and they have absolute privacy before saying anything.

   “So, what do you want?” Georg demands, crossing his tanned arms over his chest. He is wearing a forest-green short-sleeved shirt and faded jeans. Unprepared for Georg’s attitude, Tom fidgets with a stray thread hanging off his own sleeve.

   “Uh, what do you mean?”

“You said we couldn’t do this anymore. So, why are you here?”

The teenager shrugs. “I dunno. Just am.”

Georg grits his jaw at the evasiveness of Tom’s reply. “That’s not good enough,” he says challengingly. “You came here for a specific reason. And I want to know what it is.”

   “I was just bored, okay?” Tom says defensively.

   “Let me get this right,” Georg begins dryly. “You came here because you’re bored and you were hoping I could do what? Entertain you?” He feels a surge of fury, coming not from the other boy’s presence, but from his untruthfulness. “I’m not a fucking clown, J…Tom.”

Oops. Georg almost called him ‘Joe’.

   “I-I know that,” Tom stammers, wondering what the hell is going on and where his mild-mannered co-star disappeared to. “I just thought maybe we could, you know, hang out for a bit?”

   “Oh, ‘hang out’. Sure,” Georg tosses back. “When are you going to start telling the truth? Huh? Why are you really here?”

When Tom doesn’t answer, Georg moves closer to him, eyes blazing like green fire. Tom takes another step back, feeling a very strong sense of déjà vu right about now. This is just like the first time he went to Georg’s trailer. Georg is advancing aggressively and Tom is retreating. But it seems Georg is not going to stop advancing until Tom tells him what he wants to hear.

   “You are here to be with me. You WANT to be with me. In a sexual way. Don’t you?”

   “No, I don’t want that,” Tom denies with a shake of his head. “I just, ah…wanted, um…” He trails off, looking kind of scared and extremely worried.

   “Wanted what? This?” Georg says and brings his hand up right between Tom’s legs. Tom yelps and jumps back, smacking into the wall of the trailer. Georg grabs him on the crotch again and angles his head so he can capture the side of Tom’s throat with his mouth, pressing his body up against Tom so the younger boy can’t wriggle away. While he sucks on Tom’s neck, Georg is firmly rubbing his prisoner’s groin with his left hand. Tom protests a couple of times and makes a half-hearted effort at struggling but he soon stops and tilts his head back against the wall, revealing his throat the way a dog will roll over and expose its belly in submission to the dominant male.

Under his lips Georg can feel Tom’s pulse thrumming and under his palm Tom’s erection is growing. In response to Tom’s arousal, the brunette makes a purring growl of satisfaction and his own dick begins to fill with blood and turn hard. He grinds into Tom’s hip, letting him know that Tom is affecting him too. As soon as he feels Georg’s hardness digging into him Tom starts squirming again, attempting to push the other man aside.

   “We can’t do this,” he grits out, trying to shove Georg’s hand away. “I can’t do this!”

   “Forget about the girl. She’s not here; I am,” Georg counters and cups his hand around the shape of Tom’s cock, through layers of clothing. He squeezes his fingers and Tom gasps.

    “Don’t…Please,” the boy whimpers, even as his pelvis pushes into Georg’s touch of its own accord, as if he has no control over the lower half of his body.

   “Stop fighting it, Tom,” Georg murmurs against his neck. “Just give in. Pretend you’re Joseph if it makes it easier. Come on. Give in to me.”

With a jolt, Tom realises why Georg is behaving like this. He also realises why he is responding so submissively to the older man. They’re acting. Somehow, they’re falling into their respective movie roles, even though there are no cameras around to film them.

Fuck it, Tom suddenly thinks with a wave of rebellion. Georg is right. It would be so much easier if he didn’t fight. He can just go with it, flow like water and see where it takes him. And he wants to be with Georg in a sexual way. That’s why he’s here; deep down, he knows it. So fuck it. Why not give in? Tired of trying to be responsible, he takes Georg’s advice, relents and lets himself fall completely into character, going limp in Georg’s – Miles’s – possessive embrace. Whatever happens next, it’s not happening to Tom Trumper. It’s happening to Joseph Reisinger.

As Miles unzips Joseph’s jeans and slips his hand inside, Joseph groans, “This is a very bad idea, Miles…”

   “No, it’s not,” Miles breathes into his ear. “It’ll be the best thing we’ve ever done, apart from stealing those diamonds. In fact, we should have done this years ago. Don’t you agree, Joe?”

With Miles now gripping his cock, Joseph groans again and leans onto the wall, permitting the older man to do whatever he wants, because he wants it too.

   “Yes,” Joseph whispers.

With those words of assent, Miles removes his hand from the second male’s pants and cradles Joseph’s face, kissing him deeply. He lifts the front of Joseph’s top, tracing the revealed pink nipples with the tips of his fingers, making his partner shiver. Miles moves his mouth to Joe’s neck, sucking almost hard enough to leave a bruise, and then reverently kisses his way down the boy’s statuesque body, slowly crouching as he goes. Joseph has his eyes closed, clearly revelling in the adulation. When he gets to Joseph’s navel, Miles licks around the small hollow and flicks inside it with his tongue, almost like he is performing oral sex on it and this thought sends Joseph wild with lust. Miles’s seeking lips pass over Joseph’s lower abdomen and then follow the path of the blond’s belly hair, making Joseph think he is going straight to his dick but at the last second Miles goes north-east, heading for Joseph’s sharp hipbone. Miles finds this body part extremely sexy and he spends a whole minute just lavishing kisses and little darting licks upon it until Joe’s neglected cock feels like it’s glowing red-hot and is screaming for attention. Joseph doesn’t realize he has spoken out loud until Miles repeats what he just said.

   “Please? Please what, Joe?” Miles teasingly asks, his hands on Joseph’s narrow waist. His eyes still closed, Joseph groans softly, not above begging at this point.

   “Please suck me, Miles,” he mutters, his desperation evident in his voice. “Please.”

Miles grins to himself. He likes hearing Joseph pleading like this. He likes it very much.

   “I will,” Miles pledges. “But first I need you to say something for me.”

Cracking his eyes open, Joseph turns his head and looks down at him in a mixture of overwhelming desire and puzzlement. “What?”

   “Tell me you want me. Tell me that’s why you came here. Tell me, Joseph. I have to hear you say it.”

Joseph swallows and quietly says, “I came here because I wanted to be with you. You’re more than just my best friend, Miles. I want you; I always have.”

Miles smiles up at him, triumphantly pleased to have verbal conformation of the blond boy’s desire. So, it’s not completely one-sided after all; it’s definitely reciprocated. Miles smiles at Joseph and says, “I knew it,” and then he pulls the front of Joseph’s boxers down, curls the fingers of his left hand around the teen’s thickened shaft and proceeds to reward him for his honesty.

Miles licks around the rounded end of Joseph’s dick, tasting the syrupiness of pre-come and his teenage lover hisses through his teeth. Since Miles has never blown a guy before, he starts off slow and shallow, taking a little more of Joseph’s cock each time his lips glide along the hot, satiny flesh. He doesn’t try and deep-throat or anything, figuring that’s better left to professional whores like Tina. Going by the breathy moaning sounds that Joseph is making, Miles doesn’t need to deep-throat to give his inexperienced best friend pleasure. He just needs to keep moving his mouth up and down. And sucking. And swirling his tongue around. Preferably all three at once.

Joseph looks down, spinning out at the unbelievable scene before him. Miles is on his knees with eyes shut tight, one hand around the base of Joseph’s dick and the other on his hip, Miles’s thumb caressing the jutting bone as he is sucking Joe off. This isn’t a dream or a hallucination, is it? As if to reassure himself that he isn’t conjuring the whole thing up in his genius-level mind, Joe slides his hands into Miles’s short hair, feeling the soft texture of the burnt umber-coloured locks slipping between his fingers and the warmth of Miles’s scalp underneath his palms. No, he’s not dreaming. This is all clear as crystal. Miles Vanderwolf, macho male and master criminal, is giving Joe more pleasure with his previously heterosexual mouth than Tina did with hers and all her years of practise. Just the thought that Miles would never do this to any other guy, only to Joseph…it makes him feel special, and much more desirable than he’s ever felt before. He feels less like an awkward computer geek and more like a man, for the first time in his life.

   “Oh God, Miles…” he breathes and tips his head back, shutting his eyes again in bliss. He keeps his hands in Miles’s hair but just lightly, more for the feeling of being connected to his handsome partner in crime by touch, rather than for the purpose of controlling his movements. Joseph would never do that; he’s too gentle and submissive. When he senses Miles’s hand drop from his hip down to his testicles, Joseph tenses. As he continues practicing fellatio on his fellow thief, Miles carefully explores Joseph’s reproductive organs, knowing exactly how sensitive they are and how one wrong move could mean excruciating pain. He gently lifts, strokes and rolls the warm, heavy pouches, separately and together, the way Miles does to himself when he masturbates. He figures that if he likes it, there’s a good chance Joseph will too. And he’s not hearing any complaints whatsoever, only needy little gasps and moans so he keeps doing it. While he toys with Joseph’s gradually tightening balls, Miles begins to suck harder and move his other clenched hand faster.

All of a sudden, Joseph swears gaspingly and his grip in Miles’s hair becomes more forceful. Totally unprepared for Joseph’s rapid orgasm, Miles’s eyes fly open and he jerks at the abrupt streams of tepid liquid filling his mouth. He stops what he is doing and waits for the thick fluid to cease gushing onto his tongue and then when it does, he holds Joseph’s dick and pulls back, careful not to let any of the semen spill from his lips. He glances up to see Joseph leaning against the wall, legs apart, his mouth open and his chest rising and falling with fast breaths. His eyes are closed and his face is flushed, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. Miles kneels there with a mouthful of cum and wonders what he should do. For a brief instant, he considers spitting. To be totally honest, it is not the best-tasting substance he’s ever experienced. It’s very bitter and metallic. But he knows it is only weirding him out because it’s new to him and unfamiliar to his palate. He’s sure that over time, it will grow on him, become an acquired taste like caviar or sour cream but right now he’s thinking about going to the basin and spitting it out.

In the end, he doesn’t because it is a part of Joseph and to reject it would be like rejecting Joe himself. So, Miles bravely gulps it down with only the tiniest of grimaces and he makes sure Joseph doesn’t see his face in case he gets upset. Afterwards, Miles is glad he swallowed. He feels a heady sense of accomplishment and gratification and prides himself on his bravado. How many other guys who have never sucked someone off before would actually swallow if they had a choice? Probably not the majority. Yet, he did. He feels somehow closer to Joe, as if the fluid in his stomach is flowing into his veins and merging with his blood, becoming a part of him now. And in a way, it is. Even committing a crime together didn’t make Miles feel as close to his partner as he does now.

Miles pulls Joseph’s boxers back up and fixes the other male’s jeans, zipping the fly and fastening the button.

“Was that okay, Tom?” Georg asks, breaking character and tentatively peering up at the youth standing in front of him. Tom grins lazily, also returning back to himself.

   “You kiddin’? That was more than okay, dude.”

   “Good,” Georg replies with a smile and eases his arms around Tom’s middle. Tom helpfully arches his back off the wall and Georg hugs him around the waist, still on his knees, laying the side of his face on the long-haired boy’s belly. Tom’s stomach is firm yet makes a warm comfortable pillow for Georg’s cheek. He feels Tom’s fingers languidly combing through the longer parts of his short hair. The teenager gives a snort of perverted amusement.

“Wonder what Gustav would say if we improvised THAT during a take?”

Georg chuckles, imagining the red-faced fit their very focused director would have if they started unzipping each other’s pants on set.

“Yeah, I think we’d both be looking for other jobs.”

The two amused actors stay there like that for a little while, Tom still recuperating from his climax and Georg mentally processing what he just did. He believes he did a mighty fine job considering he’s never blown anyone before, not to completion anyway. The night they were drunk, he barely tasted Tom but this time, he got to taste everything and it was awesome. He is still hard from doing that to Tom but Georg doesn’t care if he gets it in return or not. He is happy just to have made Tom happy and sighs contentedly, resting against the teenager’s tummy and enjoying having his hair played with. After a few minutes of companionable quietness, Tom speaks.

   “Well, you had the balls to try it, so I guess it’s my turn.”

Still hugging Tom, Georg looks up and sees his partner gazing down at him with those dark chocolate eyes. “Tom, you don’t have to do it just because I did,” he says kindly. “I don’t expect you to.”

   “I know,” Tom answers, raising a shoulder dismissively. “But I want to.”

   “You’re sure?”

Tom nods and Georg climbs to his feet, removing his arms from around the kid’s waist. He didn’t expect Tom to offer to do this but hey, if he wants to do it, Georg’s not going to stop him. It’s not like his dick has some place better to be.

   “So, uh, where do you want me?”

   “Here is fine,” Tom suggests and so they swap positions, Georg leaning onto the wall with his legs spread about a foot apart. Tom begins to unbutton Georg’s shirt and fumbles a little in his apparent nervousness. But he looks determined to do this so Georg doesn’t dissuade him; he just stands there patiently and gives Tom an encouraging smile. Finally, Tom gets all the buttons undone without ripping any off and opens the shirt, uncovering Georg’s tanned chest and stomach. He leans in and gives Georg a kiss on the mouth, once, and then starts giving the older man tiny kisses on his neck, gradually moving down to Georg’s chest and nipples. Tom presses his pierced lips to each of the dusky buds and quickly lashes them with his tongue until they grow erect. He rubs them with his thumbs, fascinated by how they are flat and soft one second, and then pointy and tight the next.

Moving right along, Tom kneels down on the floor and prepares to give his very first blow job. He clumsily unfastens Georg’s pants with shaking hands. Sensing his palpable nerves, Georg almost tells Tom to forget about it and leave it for another night but he bites his lip, keeping the words in. If Tom doesn’t want to do something, he just won’t do it. It’s that simple. However, it appears he is going to do this, nerves or not, and nothing Georg says will probably make any difference whatsoever.

And he is right. Tom thinks that if he is bisexual, which he obviously is, it is high time he familiarized himself with a penis that is not his own for once. It’s like being a butcher who never eats meat. However, that is all about to change. His life is about to change, forever and it’s very scary but also very exhilarating.

Tom can clearly see the length of Georg’s cock beneath his tight trunks and there’s a damp spot on the white material, evidence of how much Georg is excited by what’s about to happen to him. Knowing that Georg can’t wait for this spurs Tom on and he draws the older male’s underwear down, coming face to face with Georg’s dick. Tom has seen the guy’s sex organ a few times, felt it rubbing against him and even touched it with his hand but he hasn’t been this close to it before. He’s so close he can see a tiny brown freckle on the tip, just beside the slit. And he’s about to get even closer. As he watches, a clear droplet gathers over that slit and slowly slides down, about to drip onto the carpet. Tom wraps his fingers around the shaft, steadying the throbbing masculine flesh and sticks his tongue out, catching the drop before it falls. It tastes like liquid salt.

Georg is gazing down, observing Tom’s actions with great interest. He sees, and feels, Tom licking the transparent globule of fluid from his dick and has to stifle a curse of lust when he notices a glistening thread of his pre-come stretch between the head of his cock and the tip of Tom’s raspberry-pink tongue as he pulls back. The sight is supremely erotic, like something out of a porn magazine. He can’t hold his curse in when Tom sucks him into his mouth, instantly feeling the lip ring running along the side of his dick.

   “Fuck, Tom,” he breathes as Tom swirls his tongue around, the sensation tingling right though Georg’s groin and down each leg like an electric current. Georg is familiar with receiving oral sex but with the addition of metal mouth jewellery, the feeling is amplified tremendously. Not only does it feel amazing but the vision of those beautiful pierced lips on his cock nearly drives him to madness. The first day he met Tom, at the script reading, those lips commanded his attention straight away. How could they not? That was the most sensual, soft-looking, alluring mouth Georg had ever beheld and still is, in his opinion. Even when that mouth is sneering, or swearing, or laughing or taut with anger, it is singularly the most exquisite male mouth in the history of humankind. While nameless others have no doubt had those lips on their body before, right now Georg is the lucky guy who gets to have them and he is going to relish every luscious moment.

He watches as Tom experimentally tries a few things with his dick, bending it down to test its flexibility, sucking as much of it as he can into his mouth, pulling back and licking all the way around the bulb of his organ like it is an ice cream cone, even poking the end of his tongue into the small opening in the head. Georg can’t help jolting and uttering a gasp at the sharp, quick shock that races along his cock and hits him square in the guts at that last unexpected manoeuvre. Tom instantly halts and looks up at him with eyes round with worry.

   “Shit, did I just hurt you?” he asks fearfully, his fingers still coiled around Georg’s shaft.

   “No, no no no,” Georg rapidly assures him. “Not at all. That was a good gasp.”

   “Phew,” Tom sighs, his trepidation vanishing. “You freaked me out there for a sec, man.”


   “Tom, if you hurt me, I’ll be sure to let you know,” Georg promises. “But as long as you don’t bite me, I don’t see how you can possibly cause me any pain by doing this.”

   “Right,” Tom says, looking ultra-serious. “No biting. Got it.”

   “You’re doing great,” Georg adds sincerely.

Tom wrinkles his nose in self-doubt. “Am I?”

   “Really fucking great,” Georg emphasizes and this compliment makes Tom smile bashfully and buoys him to keep going. Sliding Georg’s dick into his willing mouth again, Tom closes his eyes, keeps his sharp canine teeth well out of the way and endeavors to suck his co-star into oblivion. He even plays with Georg’s balls, like Georg had done to him, being extra careful not to squeeze the plum-sized objects, handling them delicately, as if they are made of hollow glass and could shatter easily. Georg murmurs his appreciation for the gentle touching. Along with the second boy’s devouring mouth, Tom’s long, guitar-playing fingers are fondling him into a blissful state of being and Georg is finding it hard not to just melt and slide down the wall into a puddle of skin and boneless limbs. He locks his knees into place and outstretches his hands on the trailer wall to either side of his upper thighs to hold his body vertical.

When he feels Tom’s tongue fluttering against the string of skin on the underside of his shaft, just below his knob, causing delicious vibrations to buzz through his prick, Georg gapes down at him in astonishment, wondering where on earth the kid learnt that if he’s never given head before. Then in a light bulb moment, the older actor understands. The girlfriend, as he has taken to calling Billinda, must do that to Tom. That’s where he got the idea. Well, maybe Tom having a girlfriend isn’t such a bad thing after all, Georg reckons, if he gets to enjoy the results of her sex tricks. But he doesn’t want to think of Bill right now and pushes all thoughts of the costume designer out of his mind, which is easy to do because Georg doesn’t even know what she looks like. To him she’s just a faceless person and doesn’t seem really real so it’s astoundingly easy to pretend she doesn’t even exist.

Georg gazes down at the blond busily sucking on his dick and once again thinks how incredibly fortunate he is to be on the receiving end of Tom’s affections. Four weeks ago, hell, even one week ago, Georg would not have believed it if someone told him he would be having a clandestine affair with his younger co-star, sneaking in and out of each other’s trailers for stolen moments of passion. Despite being determined to kiss the boy after that eye-opening night in Club Red, Georg wasn’t convinced it would actually happen. He hoped it would but he’s learnt a lot of the time that your hopes just don’t eventuate the way you want them to. He thought that maybe he wouldn’t get the right opportunity to hit on Tom, or if he did, that Tom would turn him down. Georg thought that maybe he wasn’t Tom’s type, being more masculine in his looks than prettily androgynous, like the Asian guy Tom was making out with in the club’s corner. He thought maybe his fantasy might never happen, that he would end up making this movie with Tom, secretly harbouring his boy-crush, and that nothing more would ever come of it.

And then came that fateful day when he courageously tongue-kissed Tom while the cameras were rolling, in front of all the cast and crew. Georg hadn’t woken up that morning with a plan to do that. He just saw a moment, seized it and went for it. And he’s glad he did. Because of that one kiss, Tom is now kneeling in front of him like an altar boy. The teenager’s cheeks are caved in and he is frowning a little, as if he is concentrating very thoroughly on the task at hand. His blond hair is falling around the sides of his face, highlighting his photogenic bones and curving under his chin. His long eyelashes are tickling his cheeks. Georg wants to tell him how beautiful he is, but doesn’t. He knows if he says something like that, Tom might just bite him and Georg likes his dick right where it is. So he stays silent and looks down at the kid adoringly, worshipping him with his gaze.

As if feeling the gaze, Tom opens his eyes and looks straight up at him, a wicked gleam in his coffee-coloured irises, smiling around Georg’s cock with his gorgeous lips, his metallic piercing glinting in the light. Tom keeps staring up at Georg as he continues giving head, the younger male loving the expression on Georg’s angular face and knowing that he is the sole cause of it. Georg looks as though he is in pain and is going to cry but Tom knows that is far from the truth. That look is the look of a man about to orgasm and Tom wants to watch Georg’s face as he comes. Purposefully, the eighteen year old sucks with more intensity, getting off on the powerless sounds his older co-star is making in his throat. He can feel Georg’s balls pulling up tight in his palm. Suddenly, Georg pushes Tom’s head back and Georg’s dick slips out of his mouth with an ungraceful wet noise. Tom frowns at him in bemusement, his lips wet with his own saliva.

   “What are you doin’, G?”

Georg appears slightly embarrassed. “I was gonna blow in your mouth.”

Tom shakes his head, not understanding. “Isn’t that the point?”

   “Yeah, but you may not like it,” Georg cautions the teenager. And he’s speaking from experience.

   “Well, let me be the judge of that,” Tom argues. He hasn’t come this far only to stop now; he wants to see this act through to the very end. “You don’t know what I will and won’t like!”

Hearing that Tom is starting to bristle at his presumptuousness, Georg backs down. He doesn’t want Pissed, Snarly Tom to make a guest appearance. Not now. Not while his dick is within biting distance. “All right, all right,” he hastily says. “Carry on then.”

“Damn right I will,” Tom pronounces stubbornly and with that, he takes Georg’s cock back into his mouth, sliding both hands around the back of Georg's muscled thighs for balance. Moving his head back and forth, Tom keeps creating firm interior pressure with his cheeks and tongue as his pierced lips glide along the slippery shaft, in a rhythmic up and down motion. Faster and faster he moves until Georg calls his name in warning, his fingers delving into Tom’s long, silken hair. With joyful rapture, Tom watches Georg’s green eyes scrunch shut and his mouth open in a sharp cry, thinking how totally sexy the dude looks as he is climaxing, but that thought is driven from Tom’s mind when a jet of semen hits the back of his throat. He knew it was going to happen as that’s what he was aiming for but still it manages to surprise him. And the jets keep coming.

   “Ah yes, honey, suck me,” Georg moans huskily, not really having any input into what spills out of his lips at that moment due to all the blood rushing from his brain down to his groin. It feels so good he doesn’t even think about what he says. As he comes in Tom’s receptive mouth, the words just tumble out on their own.

“Suck me, sugar. Oh, yeah baby…Suck it all...”

Georg shudders as the last shiver of his orgasm passes through him and his hands fall weakly back by his sides. He feels absolutely drained by that, as if Tom sucked all his energy out as well as his bodily fluids. He rolls his head to the side and gazes down at his younger co-star. By the uneasy look on Tom’s face, Georg comes to the conclusion that the kid is kneeling there with a mouthful of fresh semen and is unsure what to do with it, just like Georg had done. A combination of concern and relief floods him; concern for Tom’s discomfort and relief that it wasn’t just him. Tom doesn’t want to swallow either. Georg feels better now that he knows Tom is going through the same conflict he did.

   “You can spit it out,” Georg softly tells him. “It’s okay. I won’t get offended.”

Tom glances up at him guiltily, then divides his focus between the kitchen sink and the bathroom door. He wants to spit but how can he after Georg swallowed? That’d just be mean. So he closes his eyes and forces himself to gulp it down, the prominent bump in his throat bobbing as he does so.

   “Aw, Tom,” Georg begins exasperatedly, “you didn’t have to do that!”

Opening his eyes, Tom shrugs and licks his lips. “It’s no big deal. You did it, so, y’know. Least I could do.”

   “You didn’t have to.”

Tom shrugs again and stands halfway up, stooping to massage his shins and calves which are numb from being sat on. Georg tucks himself back into his underwear and zips his pants up. Almost afraid to ask, he queries, “How was the whole experience for you?”

   “Okay,” Tom replies casually, standing up fully and tossing his hair out of his eyes. He interlaces his fingers and bends them back, cracking all of his knuckles in one hit. “But I don’t think I’ll be doing that again.”

   “You didn’t like it?” Georg sounds disappointed.

   “No, I liked DOING it,” Tom hurriedly stresses. “That part was cool. I just wasn’t so fond of the whole swallowing thing. I’ll do it again, I just won’t swallow. No offence.”

   “Taste bad?” Georg asks sympathetically.

   “Well, not bad,” the blond boy muses. “Just weird. Something else I hadn’t counted on was how fuckin’ much of it there was. I nearly choked, man. It doesn’t look like that much when you shoot it over your hand or stomach.”

   “Sorry,” Georg mumbles, though he has done nothing wrong. Tom touches his shoulder reassuringly.

   “No, don’t say that. You tried to warn me. I had to go ahead and find out for myself, didn’t I? My own damn fault.” He strolls over to Georg’s fridge. “May I?”

   “Be my guest.”

Tom opens the fridge door and peers inside, finding a bottle of lemonade perched on the shelf. He twists the blue plastic top off with an audible hissing noise and gulps down a few mouthfuls to wash the lingering taste of sperm away. Then he offers the bottle to Georg. With a shameful hand, Georg takes it and drinks some of the fizzing sugar-saturated liquid, swishing it around his mouth.

   “You weren’t so fond of it either, huh?” Tom speculates with a raised brow.

Georg blushes a little at being caught out. “It’ll get better. You know, once we get used to it.”


   “I guess,” the younger actor mutters, thinking that they shouldn’t get used to it because they shouldn’t even be doing it in the first place. They should stop.

And yet, even as soon as he’s thought it, Tom knows that they probably won’t.
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