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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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“Feel better now?” Georg asked, pouring Tom another cup of coffee.
“Yeah. I’m good,” Tom replied, sounding heaps more clear-headed and in control than he was before. Now, sitting on the couch in Georg’s hotel room, he smelled like soap instead of alcohol. Not only had he had a long, hot shower but had also consumed copious cups of strong caffeine and those efforts had combined to stop him feeling so drunk and disorderly. Now, he could actually think straight and unlike earlier, realised that running away from his problems was not the answer. He had to be a man and face them, face what he’d done.
“Ready to talk to Bill?” Gustav queried, seated on the other end of the couch.
“I guess so.” Draining the last of his coffee, Tom licked his lips nervously, the ring at the corner of his mouth glinting in the light. “You really think he’ll forgive me?”
“Sure,” Georg said, then added dryly, “He might hit you a couple times first, though.”
Tom gave a small snort. “That’s the least I deserve for what I did to him. Fuck, what was I THINKING?”
“You weren’t. But thanks to us, now you are.” Gustav nodded encouragingly in his direction as Tom stood up, wiping clammy palms on his jeans. “Good luck.”
“Yeah. I’ll need it,” Tom muttered as he took a deep breath and limped out his friends’ hotel room, heading for the one Bill was in to make amends for his despicable behaviour. Georg and Gustav watched from the doorway to make sure Tom actually went to the right room, which he did.
Closing the door, Georg turned and pulled Gustav close, muscled arms slipping around the blond’s thick waist.
“Finally. Thought he’d never sober up.” The long haired male arched a cocky brow at his slightly shorter bandmate. “Now that the bathroom’s free, you wanna join me for a post-awards ceremony shower?”
Gustav grinned saucily, already unfastening Georg’s pants with deft fingers.
………

When Tom let himself into his hotel room with the key card, he was surprised to find Adam in there with Bill, sitting on the bed. Bill must have invited him in. Thankfully, this time all their clothes had stayed on and they were seated in casual poses, as if they’d just been talking. Which was fine by Tom. He was grateful, actually, that Bill had had someone to talk to in his emotional state, someone who could comfort Bill and calm him down. Normally that person would have been Tom but since he was the one Bill was mad at, Adam had obviously stepped up and filled the role. Although he still glared at Tom with dark, flashing eyes, Bill did seem much calmer than before and less likely to throw things.
Thankful as he was for Adam’s assistance, Tom really needed him to be gone now so the sucking up process could begin.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Tom glanced at Adam. “Can I please speak to my brother? Alone?”
Lifting his chin, Bill said flatly, “No. Whatever you’ve got to say, you can say it in front of Adam. And you still owe him an apology.”
“Okay,” Tom replied quietly, bravely facing the chart-topping singer and meeting his blue-grey eyes. “Sorry for trying to attack you, Adam. I was wrong about your intentions regarding my brother and I apologise.”
Adam gave a gracious nod. “It’s all right. I know you weren’t yourself last night.”
“Yeah, I was pretty out of control. All that damn free champagne.” Remembering with mild horror and mortification how he had his hand around Adam’s neck, Tom admitted, “Honestly, I don’t know how you stayed so calm.”
“Well, I normally avoid getting into fights, especially in front of nice boys like Bill.” Here Adam smiled fondly at the younger male and then looked back at Tom, his gaze hardening a notch. “But just so you know, Kaulitz, next time I’ll fight back. I might look amazing in a pair of high heels, but I can kick your ass from here to the fucking highway if necessary.”
Suitably chastened, Tom pledged, “There won’t be a next time. I’ll mind my own business from now on and leave you guys alone.”
“Good,” Bill retorted coldly. “So you should.”
“Thanks for the apology, Tom. It takes a lot of balls for someone to admit when they’re wrong,” Adam said with a measure of respect. He got up from the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles in his leather pants. “Well, I’m sure you two have a lot to chat about so I’ll leave you boys to it. Bill, call me tonight, okay, babe?”
With a cheeky yet affectionate parting wink, the former Idol singer exited the room.
Looking from the closed door to Bill’s face, Tom lifted his thick brows questioningly. “Babe?”
Flushing slightly, Bill snapped, “Shut up.”
Holding his hands up in surrender, Tom replied hastily, “Hey, I’m not judging!”
“Oh, really?” Bill’s pierced eyebrow lifted sceptically. “What about all the shit you said last night, then?”
Most of the time with their twin-connection Tom felt when Bill had gotten injured or was in distress and that’s what he was sensing right now: Bill’s hurt feelings, hidden under the sarcasm and sharp tone. It pained Tom too when Bill hurt. Even more so when Tom was the cause of it. Every time he upset his younger brother, either intentionally or not, it was like taking a big ice pick and stabbing himself in the heart with it. That feeling sucked.
“I didn’t mean it, Bill. I’m sorry, okay?” Tom’s voice was earnest and genuinely remorseful as he sat on the bed next to his identical sibling. “I wasn’t thinking and I overreacted. I just hated the thought of Adam touching you. I hate the thought of anybody touching you like that. Stupid, I know. I realise you’re not a kid anymore but to me you’ll always be my little brother and I have to take care of you. That’s my duty. Although, I did a real shitty job of that last night, didn’t I?”
He said that last sentence in a bitter muttered tone, his foot still throbbing from kicking in Adam’s door to ‘save’ Bill, something completely over the top and unnecessary.
Tom’s worst fear had always been that somebody would come between him and Bill and split them apart. Say, someone like Adam Lambert. But after the previous evening’s dramatic events, he’d come to realise that the only person who could possibly split them apart was Tom and his foolishness. He and Bill…they were linked forever, bound by the bond of blood, and that wouldn’t change no matter who Bill dated. Tom had to let Bill go. To let him be happy.
If Bill was happy, then so was Tom. And that’s all that mattered.
“I’m so, so sorry for how I behaved, Bill. I’ll never do anything like that to you again.” Whispering, Tom vowed, “I swear to God I won’t.”
He shifted closer on the bed and carefully reached out to Bill, gauging his brother’s reaction. Bill watched him warily but didn’t make any motion to stop him so Tom took Bill into his arms and hugged the other’s tiny frame contritely and protectively, the bigger boy squeezing his eyes shut in relieved gratitude.
Even though Bill didn’t say anything, Tom felt him thawing, Bill’s stiff body posture softening in Tom’s embrace. Showing incredible gentleness, the braided guitarist cradled his twin’s beautiful face in his hands. Leaning in, he tenderly kissed Bill’s cheekbone, pressing his lips there for a few heartbeats just to demonstrate how sincerely regretful he was and to prove how much Bill meant to him. Short of words, this was the best way Tom knew how to apologise and make everything better.
Drawing back, he gazed searchingly at his baby brother, loving Bill more than he ever thought possible.
“All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy, Bill. To figure out who you really are and what you want. If being with Adam helps you with that, then great. Fantastic. I will stay away and leave you alone,” Tom promised. “But next time you want to go be with him, or any other guy, please just tell me where you’re going first so I don’t have to worry about you, okay? I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
“I know you do.” Touched by his brother’s heartfelt speech, Bill laid his hand on Tom’s stubbled cheek, speaking softly and gratefully. “I know. But you don’t need to protect me from everything.”
Starting to accept some responsibility for last night’s debacle, the younger twin added in a mumble, “And you’re right - I shouldn’t have just left the party like that without telling you. I guess I wasn’t thinking either.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Being twins, they didn’t have to spend hours talking about their feelings and emoting. They knew how each other felt, without having to say a thing. Bill knew Tom was sorry and Tom knew he was forgiven so they could breathe a sigh of relief and carry on as normal.
“Now, just out of curiosity,” Tom cocked his head at Bill. “What did you and Lambert do? How far did you get?”
“None of your fucking business, Tom!”
By the way Bill blushed, it was obvious that he shared some kind of intimate experience with Adam but didn’t want to go into detail about it just yet. No matter. Bill always told him everything in the end so no doubt Tom would get the rest of the story later. However, Tom could tell his little brother enjoyed it, whatever it was the two of them had done. And that’s all he really needed to know.
Glancing at the clock, Bill announced that they had to pack their stuff and check out of the room soon. As usual, he ordered Tom to do the heavy lifting and take their bags down to the car. And by their bags, he meant his five and Tom’s single one. Glad to be leaving this place, Tom obeyed, taking the elevator down to the hotel’s private parking lot to load up the trunk, which was no simple feat with his sore foot, something Bill did not sympathise with in the least because it was Tom’s own stupid fault for trying to be Chuck Norris. Georg and Gustav showed up in the underground car lot with their bags to load in as well. They looked like they’d just showered, their hair damp and both wearing fresh clothes. Helping Tom with the luggage, they inquired if all was sorted with Bill. Tom assured them that it was and, with a sheepish grin, thanked them for their help in getting him sobered up. Gustav and Georg just smirked at each other.
………
In the lobby, Tom stopped off at reception and embarrassedly explained about the door he’d broken, offering his credit card to pay for the damage but it seemed Adam had already taken care of it. Another example of the American performer’s innate kindness. Oh well, the guy made heaps more money than Tom did anyway.
On the way back to his room to collect the last of Bill’s bags, Tom spotted a familiar figure with bleached hair in his way. Tommy Joe Ratliff was loitering in the corridor, slouched against the wall as if he’d been waiting for someone.
“Yo, Tom,” the blond guitarist called out in an urgent tone. “Got a minute?”
Sighing and slowing down, Tom returned wearily, “What do you want NOW?”
“How’s your foot?”
Tom glanced down; he was keeping his weight off it and walking with a slight hobble. “It’ll heal.”
Tommy’s prettily shadowed eyes regarded Tom apologetically. “I just want to say that I’m really sorry for starting all that crap at the party. If I hadn’t told you where Bill and Adam went, you wouldn’t have rushed over here and kicked the door down.” Giving an abashed shrug, Tommy admitted, “Truth is, that’s exactly what I wanted you to do. I wanted you to stop them. I guess I was jealous of Bill.”
“It’s okay.” Tom sighed again, resignedly jamming his hands into his baggy jeans pockets. “It’s not your fault. Bill makes a lot of people jealous, even when he doesn’t mean to.” Despite himself, he looked curiously at Tommy. “Did you and Adam date or something?”
“Once. But it didn’t work out.” Tommy lifted a shoulder in acceptance. “We’re better off as friends but I guess I was finding it hard to let go.”
“Know what that’s like,” Tom muttered, thinking about his unfounded jealousy last night. “I was being a jerk about Lambert. I see that now.”
Absently, Tommy fiddled with a steel spike in his upper ear. “So, you’re okay with Adam dating your brother?”
“Bill does what he wants.” Tom shrugged. “He doesn’t need me to protect him all the time. Honestly, I’m just happy he’ll finally get laid.”
“What about you, Mr Kaulitz?” Tommy Joe’s golden-brown eyes gazed up seductively at him, rimmed in black liner. “You wanna get laid, too?”
“Uh…What do you mean?” Tom questioned cautiously.
The blond male smirked, glancing up and down the whole length of Tom’s body, boldly checking him out. “We’ve got half an hour before we have to check out of our rooms. What do you think I mean?”
“Oh.” Tom’s cheeks darkened with colour. “But I’m not gay.”
“Neither am I. However, being friends with Adam has made me a little more…experimental. Come on. You take my mind off him and I’ll take yours off Bill. We’ll be too busy enjoying ourselves to worry about them.” Tommy Joe quirked a challenging eyebrow at Tom. “Or would you rather go back and find that green-haired girl you were making out with last night?”
“Hell, no!” Tom blurted in revulsion. “I don’t want anything to do with that lying whore.”
“Well, why don’t you forget about girls for once? Let me show you how much more fun boys can be. Especially American boys. We’re quite naughty, you know…” Tommy smiled, teasingly tugging on one of the second male’s black braids.
Tom’s belly flipped over and he dragged in an unsteady breath. Fuck, he was actually considering it!
It’s probably only because Tommy Joe Ratliff was far too cute for a guy. Too enticingly… adorable. Guys weren’t supposed to be adorable. But this one was. He was small and slim and he had long, pretty eyelashes and a tiny nose. His floppy yellow hair just begged to be touched and tousled. His smiling mouth looked pouty and sinfully sweet and Tom suddenly wanted to crush it with his own, to smear all that lipstick right off. Shit, to even think such a thing he must still be semi-drunk and in desperate need of sex. Or at least that’s what he’d tell himself tomorrow.
Somehow finding himself being led down the hallway into Tommy’s room, the taller guitar player swallowed nervously as the door was shut behind him, habitually flicking his lip-ring as he gazed around and found the bed, his eyes widening a bit as he realised they’d soon be both on it.
“Listen, erm…I’ve never…never been with a dude before,” he confessed to Tommy Joe, rubbing the back of his neck in an uncomfortable manner. “I don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t even know what to do.”
“It’s easy.” Tommy shrugged with another beguiling smile. “I’ll guide you through it. But you can simply start with this.”
Coming closer, he leaned up and touched his painted lips to Tom’s. His black lipstick was sticky and tasted of wax but once Tommy Joe delicately slipped his tongue into Tom’s mouth, all the German guitarist could taste was sweetness. It wasn’t that different to kissing a girl – Tommy’s lips were incredibly soft. Tom responded to the kiss, but didn’t know quite what to do with his hands. There were no curved hips to cradle or breasts to cup. Tommy began to stroke Tom’s broad chest, working up to his shoulders and massaging softly, as if to relax the second male and encourage him to respond further. Tommy’s tongue was gentle and skilled and as they kissed, Tom Kaulitz began hesitantly touching the other guy back – one hand on a narrow waist and the other going up to Tommy Joe’s blond hair, gently stroking those fine, silky locks, kind of afraid of hurting the smaller musician.
As though reading his mind, Tommy drew back and murmured against Tom’s lips, “You can be a little rough with me if you want. Pull my hair. I won’t mind. Adam does it all the time.”
Slowly, Tom reached up, sinking his fingers into the longer sections of Tommy’s half-cropped mane, clenching and pulling, tentatively.
“Harder,” Tommy Joe breathed, slipping his hands around Tom’s middle and pressing nearer, so close Tom could feel a belt buckle digging into his hip. At least, he thought it was a belt buckle…
Growing bolder, Tom pulled at the first guy’s hair again, this time with more force.
Tommy gasped as his head was yanked back, lips parting in excitement. “Oh, yeah…Like that!”
Tom grinned, starting to see how sex with guys could be so much more interesting, especially when you didn’t have to be careful with them, like he had to be with girls. Boys were tougher and could take being roughly handled. Plus this way, he could get a little vengeance back on Tommy Joe, punish him a bit for being a bitch last night and instigating all that trouble. Sex and revenge? Yeah, that would be doubly fun.
As the two of them got more and more acquainted with each other, their mouths fusing again in a deeply wet kiss, lipstick smearing on his chin, Tom had one main thought swirling around in his excited brain.
He couldn’t WAIT to tell Bill about this.
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