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Soulmates	By : TokioAngel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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”Soulmates”

Looking out the window of the car transporting him to his hotel, Tom sighed deeply, brooding over his more and more torn relationship with his brother.
Gustav sat next to Tom playing with his drumsticks, and next to him sat Bill, staring out the opposite window of the car, in the exact same way his brother did. His eyes were infinately sad and his lips were turned into the smallest pout, hardly detectable, but there none the less.
Georg sat on the opposite side of the boys, staring at the three of them wondering what was going on between Tom and Bill that would make them not talk to eachother, but he said nothing. They arrived at their destination and the boys grabbed their bags and headed for their rooms. Tom glanced over at Bill, who looked so beautiful without his usual girly makeup on, and wondered what he’d said or done to make Bill, all of a sudden, distance himself from his brother. Bill saw, from the corner of his eye, that Tom was looking at him and knew exactly what he was thinking. They had that special bond after all. They, Tom and Bill Kaulitz are identical twins. They have been asked in interviews several times about their special bond as twins and they’ve been completely honest in their answers. Usually Tom knows exactly how Bill feels. Usually Bill knows exactly how Tom feels. Usually they don’t even need words to tell eachother what they want or need, or how their mood is like, they just know. Usually. But this situation, right here, is not usual. This is a situation where when Tom has sensed some strange feeling from Bill, sensed Bill was sad for some reason, and he had asked him why; Bill has not replied. He has simply shook his head, given Tom a wierd look and said “It’s nothing” followed by a fake smile and “I’m fine”. But Tom knows Bill is obviously not fine. He knows, and it’s eating away at him to know that his brother is suffering something but is unwilling to tell him what it is. If there is someone Bill should tell his problems to, Tom reasons, it’s his brother!

They arrive at the reception desk, and the receptionist takes her sweet time clicking away at the computer. “Oh, no” she said worriedly. Her face, tightened by that strict pulled back hair, changed slightly into a frown. “Oh no” she said again, and now the boys got worried. “I am so very sorry, but there seems to be a dubble booking” she took her eyes off the screen and looked at the boys of Tokio Hotel. “What do you mean?” Georg asked.
“Well” said the reception lady, “there are only three rooms available now, as someone has double booked the last room that was supposed to be yours...”
“But” she continued, “the good news is that the third room is a double room, so I hope that two of you wouldn’t mind sharing a room together. Will that be acceplable?” the receptionist asked; trying to sound as accomodating as possible.
“Yeah, sure, whatever” Tom said, “as long as we get to sleep”.

The receptionist called the bellboy to lead them up to their rooms, on their way up Tom said to Gustav and Georg “You know you guys are sharing rooms, right?”
Georg and Gustav looked at eachother, with recognizing looks, and then started up the stairs, fast like lightning! “Ah, man” Tom said thinking he knew he shouldn’t have said anything.
It seemed Georg and Gustav had already locked themselves in their rooms when the bellboy and Tom arrived, followed by a still-pouting Bill. “Guess it’s you and me as usual then” Tom said to his brother trying to sound cheerful.

Bill’s heart was racing, even though he had shared a room with Tom oh-so-many times before, it had been a long time since they bunked up together. He didn’t know why he was suddenly feeling nervous over something as trivial as this –it was just Tom, and they would just be sleeping anyway. But then again lately tension between them had been so thick you could cut it with a knife. Bill resolved within himself to calm down, and just think of Tom as his brother. Just brother. Just a smouldering, sexy, hot, gorgeous, kind, intuitive, loveable and to-die-for brother! Oh no. He did it again! Stop. Just brother.

Outwardly Bill seemed normal, he opened up his bag and unpacked his things.
Tom turned on the TV, even though all the programmes were dubbed into a language he couldn’t understand, he would still watch it. Bill took a breath and decided to just let it go and just act the way he always does around Tom, normal. Bill heard a hiphopvideo come on and when he looked over at Tom he couldn’t help to smile at his brother’s excited expression.
“I don’t know how you can listen to that shit,Tom” he said and gave his bro’ a smile.
A glimpse of hope came over Tom when he realized his brother was now talking to him.
“Well, sorry I don’t have the same music taste as you all the time, mister I’m too rock’n roll for my boots” he joked back. Bill laughed in his typical, surprised way, with mouth wideopen and countered with a “Well at least my boots fit me, mister I’m too small for my all clothes.”
Tom smiled back and chuckled a bit, recognizing himself there. Yes he did wear over-sized clothes, but that was his style, you know, he loves to listen to hiphop when he’s not playing rock music and he portrays that through his style. He fidgeted with his dreads for a moment, managing to not take off his usual headband and cap while doing so.
Tom doesn’t go far without his headband and cap, so he always let his dirtyblonde dreads peak out underneath it, naturally, since he wears that all day, the head can from time to time get itchy.

Style wise the Kaulitz twins are exact opposites. And personality-wise also, in a way.
Bill, the vocalist of their band Tokio Hotel, is the picture of a young rocker of today.
Wild, black hair with blonde, almost white highlights, worked up into a perfect lion-mane ‘do, that has come to be sort of a trademark for him. His warm brown eyes are always marked when he’s seen out. Heavy eyeshadow and eyeliner, done in a rather feminine approach, offset a skinny, tall otherwise boyish look, with skinny jeans, studded belts, gorgeous chokers and black-painted fingernails. Tom though Bill’s identical twin, and ten minutes older brother, and the guitarrist of Tokio Hotel, is hiphop all the way (as described above ^_~). Tom is the only one in the band that doesn’t look like a rocker, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. They both take pride in that they are twins –but also that they are individuals. And this way the one could never be mistaken for the other.

The boys felt relieved now, knowing that whatever the other one is going through, they can always return to that natural way of being. They started talking about the upcoming show tomorrow and how they hoped everyone had had time to learn the lyrics in english, because they were performing most their songs in english in that particular country.
They talked casually, joked around and teased eachother.
Back in Georg and Gustavs rooms they could hear that the twins where now talking again , since both of them talk really loud and Bill talks really fast! The drummer and bassist fell asleep with smiles on their faces at hearing the twins finally communicating after three long, hard days of silence between them.
Then came bedtime.

Tom turned the TV off and commenced taking his clothes off. Bill blushed a little, but it couldn’t be seen because of the makeup. He quickly turned around and started looking for his makeup-bag. “I’m going to the bathroom first to wash this stuff off my face” Bill declared without looking at Tom and hurried up to get into the bathroom. While in there Bill did his necessities for the evening, but all along he was thinking about his feelings for Tom. Why did he have to react that way? Why? And to his brother of all the people in the world!?
When he got out of the bathroom, all clean and makeup-free, Tom was already waiting outside. Black pajamapants on, no t-shirt, just bare naked chest. He’d been working out.
He stood leaning on the doorframe, looking at Bill through his dark, seductive eyes, and there Bill froze again. “Are you done?” Tom asked casually. Bill’s eyes were open wide, his lips slightly apart, and he tried to pick himself from off the ground. “Mm hmm” Bill gave out for an answer. Tom walked in and closed the door.

Bill breathed heavily as soon as Tom closed the door and couldn’t believe that awesomely sexy sight he just witnessed. He tried his best to let thoughts of touching Tom’s naked body go out of his mind. But he really didn’t succeed very well. Bill turned the light off and jumped back into bed. When the receptionist had said double room, Bill had assumed she meant a room with two beds, not a room with a dubble bed (otherwise known as a kingsize bed). So not only was he sharing a room with Tom, but also a bed.

Tom came out of the bathroom, surprised to find it dark in the room. Was Bill already asleep?
In fact Bill was not, he was lying in bed, now looking at the figure of his brother, illuminated by the pale moonlight. “Bill?” Tom whispered, in case he might be asleep.
“Yes” Bill replied.
“Okay, good you’re not asleep” Tom said, his dark voice full and clear again. He crawled into bed, lying next to Bill, searching him out for his body heat.
“You don’t mind if I’m close, do you? The sheets are cold” Tom said.
“Eehm...I guess not” Bill said not really sure how he should react.
“Bill?” Tom asked again.
“Yes, Tom” Bill replied.
“Why whon’t you tell me what it is that’s bothering you? I can feel it even now” he said, hoping to get some sense out of the three day silence.
Bill didn’t say anything, he could barely breathe.
Tom turned around to look at his brother. He saw the pain in his eyes, he could feel it in his heart. “Just tell me what’s wrong” he implored again. Bill could scarcely talk, his throat was choked up and his mind was going insane from 1. being this physically close to Tom, 2. being completely inlove with Tom and 3. actually contemplating telling Tom all this...
But all he could say was; “I can’t...”
Then Tom put his hand on Bill’s shoulder in an understanding way. Even though he didn’t understand at all.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t” Bill said, his voice sounding so small, and he decided to break eyecontact and look into the ceiling, otherwise he’d start crying.
The boys fell asleep after that.

When they woke up the morning after, Bill discovered they had been sleeping intimately all night and on top of that, they were holding hands...

Bill’s eyes shot up when he saw Tom lying, not an inch from his face and hissed quickly when he realized Tom’s hand was entangled in his own. At first he just froze, not exactly sure what to do, and sort of enjoying the moment, seeing the most important person in his life sleep, like a baby beside him, holding his hand so naturally; almost like a lover.
But they weren’t lovers were they? No, they were brothers, and that’s when Tom woke up –just when Bill realized that and let go of Tom’s hand. He sat up straight and turned to his side of the bed, with his back to Tom, so he wouldn’t see the obvious blush or the surprised expression on Bill’s face.
Tom didn’t seem to have noticed they had ever been holding hands. He just rubbed his eyes and yawned while saying “guten morgen” then rolled over to get a few more minutes of sleep until he absolutely had to get up. Bill hurried away to the bathroom, there was a morning boner to take care of, and it had to be taken care of right at that moment!

Bill put on his usual black eyeliner that he had on whenever they were going somewhere –but wheren’t supposed to be photographed, or filmed. Tokio Hotel were headed for a half an hour’s apparance on a small radio station and after that it was back into the studio.
Tom thought to himself that Bill looked so much better with just thin eyeliner, rather than the full-on eyeshadow he’d come to wear like a trademark. And he didn’t know why, but he thought Bill looked extra cute that day. On the radioshow Bill and Tom did most of the talking as usual, but this time Tom decided to step back a little, so that he could watch Bill more closely. He noticed that Bill acted differently towards him. Whenever Georg or Gustav spoke and Bill talked to them, Tom noticed Bill was like before. But when Bill talked to Tom or about Tom, Bill didn’t react quite as usual, not natural. Rather he became thoughtfull or careful with his answers regarding Tom. So, thought Tom, the problem is not just with Bill, it’s with him -too.

At the studio Tom had really begun to observe Bill, which totally unnerved the second boy, because whenever he’d glance towards Tom’s direction, there he’d be, staring in a piercing way. What was with Tom today? Did he suddenly remember them holding hands and sleeping intimately? If he did, it sure wasn’t just Bill’s fault. Tom was the one who wanted to lie all close because “the sheets where cold”. On their lunchbreak Bill sat and scribbled some lyrics into a notepad. Tom sat himself next to Bill and leaned in to see what Bill was doing.
“What are you writing?” he asked with his usual dark voice, but it sent shivers down Bill’s spine, because he said it almost right into his ear.
“Lyrics” Bill replied.
“What kind of lyrics?” Tom asked and seemed genuinely interested.
“It’s called ‘Pierced Heart’” Bill answered.
“Good title, let’s hear it” Tom said, eager to hear new material.
“It’s not finished or anything, and I don’t have a melody for it yet, and this is just a first...”
“Yeah yeah, it’s fine, just lemme hear it” Tom interrupted, so eager.
Bill cleared his throat and read, or tried to read without emotion.
“You break my heart with your eyes
I don’t know what to do
And though we part and say goodbye
I’m always with you
I’ve been trying for so long to deny
But the feelings in my heart –they don’t lie
I want to breathe
But your piercing eyes are haunting me..
Baby, the moon and sun together
Can’t outshine us now
Cause baby, when we are together
Dark turns into Light
Your shining light is healing my pierced heart..
Your shining light is healing my pierced heart...”

Tom looked at Bill with a suspicious eye.
“Who is it about?” he asked. Bill shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes focused on his notebook. “No one in particular” he lied “it’s about loving someone who completes you and who makes you feel stronger and weaker at the same time” he continued.
“Who’s the girl?” Tom teased “Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding some babe all this time?!”
Bill rolled his eyes and sighed “No” he stated “like I said before –it’s more of a general feeling...it could be anyone...”
“Yeah” Tom said “sure...anyone you’re madly in love with!” he said and took the notebook from Bill, and started skimming through it. Bill quickly changed the subject, not wanting this to get more specific. “So do you love it or hate it?” he asked Tom, who was looking as yummy as usual (Bill noticed). He was looking at his brother, taking in that beautiful sight of Tom concentratedly reading.
“I like it, it feels...genuine” Tom answered and smiled warmly at his brother –who melted inside, but showed nothing on the outside.

The next day Tom and Bill start working on the new song. Bill lays out the basic vocals for the lyrics and Tom works on the guitar. As the day goes by Georg and Gustav come up with different patterns for the bass and drums and at the end of the day they’ve got the basis for another hit song of theirs. Gustav tells Bill before he heads on for home that he’s really looking forward to play this song and that he should write more songs just like this one.
Yeah thinks Bill, I’ve got them all stacked up in my heartache, and they’re all about Tom.
After Georg had said good bye for the weekend, the twins fly on to their home as well.
Bill and Tom purchased a home, just for them, so they could have a calm and stress-free environment. It was their sanctuary, which no one knew about, except their mother and Georg and Gustav of course. Placed just a little outside their hometown, in a slightly bigger city, they decided to have a house built, just for them. It wasnt’t every weekend that the boys where actually free, in fact with their busy schedule, trying to conquer the world with their music and all, they hardly had one free weekend a year, so that’s why Bill sighed so satisfied, in the studio, when he realized they where going home to do absolutely nothing.

“You know” said Tom, who appeared before Bill, guitar in hand. “I know you have a problem with me”. Bill only looked at Tom with wide eyes and couldn’t get a word out, he was so shocked. He had been so sure he had been acting as usual since they started talking again.
“I don’t know what it is” Tom continued “or what I’ve done to make you feel differently about me, but I know it’s about me” he said, sounding calm but firm. Bill tried to deny it at first “But I’ve done nothing to...” but Tom interrupted him.
“I know you’ve been acting the way you always do –and when you do it’s great; it’s just like before, but in the silence I can feel it.” Tom put his guitar down to rest now. “I’m your brother Bill, I feel everything that’s going on with you” he said then came closer, he put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I just want you to know that if or when you’re ready to talk to me, I’m right here.”

Tom left the room and Bill’s eyes filled up with tears, contradiciting thoughts running through his head, on one hand he wished that Tom wasn’t his brother, on the other hand he felt so lucky that he had such an understanding brother, and then he was also torn apart by the feelings he had for that cute lil’ boy with the way too baggy pants. How could he ever tell Tom the way he felt about him? And did Tom even feel the same way? Bill doubted it.

Back home for a three day vacation Bill takes a refreshing shower. He lets the warm water pour all over his body, soaking him, cleansing him, making him feel renewed.
He takes a deep breath and moans softly as the water warms his skin. He soaps up and gets himself all good and clean, and walks out of the shower, not even bothering with the droplets of water covering him, slowly running down his naked body.
He takes a towel and sweeps it around his hips, julting hipbones exposed. He reaches for the doorknob when the door is being opened, without warning to Bill’s surprise.
Tom stands in the doorway, doorknob still in hand and looks a bit shocked.
“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t think anyone was in here” he said a bit confused.
“I thought I locked the door” Bill said, a little surprised but not thinking much about it.
Tom quickly looked his brother up and down. Jesus, he thought, where did Bill get that body from? Tom exited the bathroom and whent into his own room. He closed the door behind him, then leant against it, taking a deep breath and raised his eyebrows. He couldn’t believe how increadible Bill had looked when he was all wet and fresh out of the shower. There was no doubt whatsoever that Tom had been turned on. He tought of those lazy, sexy waterdroplets slowly making their way down Bill’s body, the way his skin glistened and his cheeks became rosy and his lips red from the hot water. Bill’s dark hair, in messed up long strands, and that hot skinny body with recent definition. He had worked his arms and abs in the gym for a bit it seemed. Now Tom was confused. Wait? Was he actually thinking this? Well...supposed he was. But was it wrong? And if it was, why did it feel so right? And maybe he should lock the door so that he could continue having those thoughts?

When Bill had dressed and was sitting in the living-room, watching TV, makeup-less and in a plain black t-shirt and soft, comfortable pants, he heard Tom come down from upstairs.
“Hey” Tom said “What are you watching?” he sounded calm and natural (maybe a little too natural for someone who had just jerked off to the image of his brother.)
“God, nothing!” Bill said exasperated “absolutely nothing” he said which implied he’d already cruised the channels a few times and found nothing was on, even remotely close interesting.
“You want to see Ice Age? I just stole it from Georg.” Tom asked, looking at his brother and sat down on the couch next to him.
“Sure, that movie always makes me laugh.” Bill says shooting an infectious smile at Tom.
“You make the popcorn, I’ll get the movie from my room” Tom said and headed upstairs.

When he came down again he put the DVD on the coffee-table, he found Bill was still in the kitchen listening to the popcorn popping away. Tom looked at him from behind, admiring the look of that slender figure, thinking to himself that even with baggier slacks on him his ass still looked cute and firm. He contemplated grabbing that sweet ass, but abandoned the idea when Bill’s innocent eyes turned to face him. “They’re almost ready” Bill said and smiled excitedly over the popcorn. Yeah, Bill sure did like his junk food; Tom thought and got a bowl out. “Put them in here” he said, pointing at the bowl “I’ll start the DVD”
“Okay” Bill replied as he heard the pops where more than two seconds apart, and got the bag out.

The movie started and the boys sat down on the couch, getting all comfortable.
All of a sudden Bill jumps up and screams “ice tea” and runs towards the kitchen.
Tom thought he was going to have a heart attack, but only said “and salt” and paused the movie, because he knew Bill loved the beginning. Bill came back with ice tea and salt and they continued watching the movie. It felt good to both of them, just to be at home like that, all alone with a silly movie on and laughing. When they are alone, it’s like before the fame, it’s comfortable, quiet and a sense of normality sets in that can’t be experienced on tour – out in the wild. Even though they’ve gotten used to the commotion, the craziness, it’s still nice to be home, in the calm rooms of their own house. They muse together and snuggle up close –knowing what the other is thinking; it feels good to be home.

In the middle of the movie Tom sneaks a peak at Bill, who is aware of Tom’s little gazes.
Tom leans in to Bill’s neck and sniffs. Bill turns his head, looking at Tom and raising an eyebrow “What are you doing?” he asks with an amused look on his face.
“I’m smelling you” Tom says blatantly, because honestly that’s what he’s doing.
“Why?” Bill asked
“Because you smell good” Tom replied and leaned his head on Bill’s shoulder.
Something stirs inside Bill, he’s suddenly on his guard again, but showed nothing as usual and leaned his head to Tom’s.
“You say the weirdest things, Tom. You may be my twin brother but I’ll never understand you” Bill said tiredly because in that moment he really couldn’t understand Tom –why would he say something that sounded so flirty and that he’d probably said to most girls he’d been with. Tom didn’t feel the same way about Bill –he’d almost gotten used to thinking that, knowing that! No, no, Tom didn’t have romantic feelings for him, he was just trying to be nice or something, Bill thought.

Something funny happened in the movie again and they both laughed. Bill lifted his head, and so did Tom, they laughed and looked at each other. Bill looked back at the TV again, continuing to laugh, while Tom’s laugh died away and his eyes kept ogling Bill.
“You know, it was a long time since I saw you completely without makeup…” Tom said to Bill who turned with a surprised look on his features. Tom didn’t avail his approval “you look good” he said.
Bill laughed in order to fight away a blush he felt coming on and said “yeah, you mean I look more like you?”
“No” Tom said with one of those secretive smiles. Bill stayed quiet, he didn’t know what to say, and he couldn’t believe what he just heard. Was Tom actually flirting with him? Was he dreaming? Was he trying to read too much into the words? WTF?
Tom saw the obvious confusion going on in Bill’s mind and thought he’d clarify on his little comment. “When I look at you I don’t see me –as much as we’re connected, I don’t. When I look at you – I see you. You’re way more beautiful.”
Tom could hardy himself believe he had said that. He immediately realized that he had unintentionally declared his love for Bill, in a romantic way. And the fact that he’d hardly just realized he saw Bill in this way didn’t make the situation any easier. Tom usually thinks before he speaks, he thinks things over good, fast, but good. But this time he hadn’t thought at all –he had just spoken from his heart, and as much as it scared him, it made him feel good.
He felt relieved somehow as if he’d been waiting to say this forever.

Bill looked shocked, his beautiful, brown, makeup-free eyes were big as planets and his jaw dropped, just a little. His mind was in turmoil. What was Tom trying to do here? Had he read Bill’s mind and tried to mess with him by saying something like that? Had he found out Bill’s secret and was now scorning him, making fun of his innermost feelings? Was he even serious at all? Bill didn’t say a word thinking all of this, he just stared at Tom, trying to figure out whether this was some sick joke Tom was playing on him, or if he was actually being serious?
Tom interpreted the long stare as a green light and closed in on Bill, slowly enough for Bill to pull back if he wanted –but fast enough to catch Bill’s gorgeous lips between his own.
They kissed softly in a warm embrace, mostly because of Tom.
Bill was too shocked to move. He let it happen because he had been dreaming of it for so long, but as soon as he got the notion into his head that this might also just be one of Tom’s little tricks, he pulled back, pushing Tom away from him and calling him “Asshole”.
Bill rushed up to his room, put on his jeans and took his wallet and car keys and ran out to the car, which he started and drove, as fast as the law approved away from there.

Never in his life had he ever been so confused, felt so much pain, been humiliated like that, how could his beloved brother do that to him? How? He thought Tom was the one person he could trust and rely on, who would always accept him for who he is, who would never shame him like that!

Glittering tears ran down his sad, beautiful face and he cried his heart out in the car, driving to God knows where.
When he’d been driving for a half an hour or so the tears subsided and he parked near a bridge. He needed to clear his head and think rationally about this, and his favourite place to do so was always above water. He sat down on the edge of the bridge and let his mind work while watching the dark glittering water flow beneath him.

When Bill had pushed Tom away and gone upstairs Tom had been so surprised, obviously he had no idea what Bill was actually feeling. He was hurt by Bill rejecting him, and thought Bill might just need a little time to get used to the thought of them together.
Before he had kissed Bill he wasn’t sure at all about Bill’s feelings, and was really going on a limb –but that was a chance he was willing to take because he thought; if Bill feels the same, it would totally have been worth it. But the thing is he didn’t know…well that is until he kissed Bill. That’s when he knew exactly what Bill felt, at that moment the pair of them were so connected. Tom felt Bill’s slightest quiver at the sensation of their lips touching, he felt Bill’s heart beat faster and harder, he felt Bill give in to him, if even just for a moment. And that’s when he knew he wasn’t the only one having similar feelings, so naturally when he heard Bill start up the car and drive away –wheels screeching and all, he was a bit worried. He tried calling Bill on his cell phone at first, only to discover it was left behind in Bill’s room.

Then he got out to his car and started driving. He didn’t know where he was going, but it felt better to at least be out looking, than just sitting at home, waiting for Bill to come back. At the confused state Tom had left him in, he was sure Bill was bound to do something stupid or impulsive. Bill was a sensitive person after all, and Tom knew this.
When he was driving he went by his instincts, he didn’t think he only felt and it turned out that it led him to Bill’s car. He parked his car next to Bill’s and looked around him. He was near, he knew it. He walked onto a nearby bridge and started running at the sight of Bill standing on the edge, looking down at the dark water beneath them.

“Bill, don’t jump!” he cried out, fearing the worst.
Bill turned around, seeing his brother come towards him. Bill’s eyebrow was lifted and he had an incredulous expression.
“You idiot, I’m not going to jump!” Bill declared in a sarcastic tone. “You know, that’s so typical of you, thinking I’m gonna jump –you always think the worst of me…” Bill muttered sulkily.
“Oh, my bad” Tom said “but” he continued “what am I supposed to think when you’re standing on a ledge like that?”
Silence. The boys could feel the cold midnight air on their skin, filling the silence.
“So…what are you doing up there?” Tom asked, starting to think of ways to get Bill down from there. Bill looked at him, still angry and hurt.
“I just needed some time to think that’s all” he said calmly and looked down on the ground.
“Why did you run away from me?” Tom asked in a small voice, looking rather vulnerable for once. “Why?” Bill said, more a statement than a question “Why? You want to know why I ran away from you?” he said aggressively and felt his anger fade a little when connecting with Tom’s sad eyes. He looked so little there on the ground.

Bill jumped down from the ledge he stood on and landed on the ground right in front of Tom, who didn’t really know what to say or do next. A single tear came down Bill’s face as he approached Tom “This is the reason why I haven’t been myself lately, this is the reason why you’ve felt vibes from me, this is the reason we didn’t speak for three days –are you ready to see it?” Bill asked, his heart nearly breaking and Tom’s too. “Yes” said Tom, his voice a little hoarse. “Fine, I’ll show you” Bill said and with no further notice he closed the distance between them, put his hand on Tom’s cheek and kissed Tom passionately while tears still streamed from his eyes.

Their lips moved slowly, softly together in a sensual rhythm, and Tom slipped his tongue inside Bill’s mouth, to test new ground. The sensation made them both light-headed and aroused and Bill couldn’t believe he was having probably the best moment of his life, so far, so close to what he thought had been the worst moment of his life.
Bill’s hand caressed the side of Tom’s face then went limp underneath the kiss.
Tom pulled Bill toward him, to show him how much he needed him and with one arm around Bill’s tiny waist, pulling the boy’s body in close to his, and the other hand cupping the side of Bill’s face, he broke the kiss.

Bill’s eyes where still a little red from crying and he looked dazed when Tom opened his eyes to see his brother’s reaction. They stood close, so close, only a lips-width apart, looking into each others dark, warm eyes, not withholding anything.
“Ehm” Bill whispered “I was going to say that this is why you shouldn’t make fun of me…but you weren’t, were you?” he realized his brother had been honest back there in the house.
In fact he could feel it, he could actually feel Tom’s true feelings now.
“No” Tom whispered back “how could I ever make fun of you for loving me?”
“Not when I love you back so completely” Tom said and brushed a strand of hair back from Bill’s face. Bill’s sad eyes lit up and shone towards Tom now, they practically sparkled.
“Ich liebe dich” Bill said poignantly.
Tom let go of Bill’s waist and cupped his baby brother’s face with both his hands, and kissed those luscious lips again. “I’m yours” Tom said.
“I’m yours” Bill said back.
“We’re soul-mates” Tom said
“Forever” Bill completed
“Now” Tom said with a naughty, cute expression in his face “let’s go home and have lots and lots of sex.”
Bill rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, almost moaning “You never change, do you?” he said, more than asked.
“Never” Tom said as the boys headed towards their cars, hand in hand.

The End.
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