I slowly ran my hand up his side and into his dark hair, resting my other hand on the back of his neck to hold him close to me. I was just about to run my tongue along his bottom lip when he sighed against my lips, abruptly pulling away from my mouth. I whimpered softly at the loss of contact. Bill looked down and sighed heavily once more, searching for the right words to say.
"Bill?" I whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek once more.
"Stop it Tom!" He ordered me, smacking my hand away.
"What's wrong?" It was all I could ask. The sinking feeling in my stomach came back full force. His eyes looked back into mine with a slight regret for his overreaction.
"I'm sorry, but what if the media finds out? What if Georg and Gustav find out? You know as much as I do how homophobic they are, let alone two brothers…" He trailed off, looking right past me.
"I don't care about any of that, Bill." I tried to reassure him but he wasn't listening to me. He merely stood up and walked out of the room, pausing as he reached the door frame, turning around to look down into my confused face.
"I'll think about it, Tom." He sighed and with that, he turned around and walked out the apartment, leaving me open and exposed.
Hours later I frowned at the clock on my night stand. It had been about six hours since Bill had gone out for a walk. I was scared shitless but I didn't call him. I was scared of how he might have reacted. I sighed and got up, crawling into bed and closing my eyes. In my mind, falling asleep would be a way to pass the time until Bill got home; not like we would talk anyway. I didn't want to talk to him anyway until he was done "thinking about it."
I was sleeping peacefully, dreaming about my twin. I always dreamt about him. Every night of every week, my dreams were infested with his image. Rolling over in my sleep, I hit something and it yelped. I slightly opened my eyes and sat up in my bed, sleepily searching for what caused the noise. A hand reached out and pulled me down, forcing me to lie on my back. I blinked and shortly after, the face of my brother became clearer to me. Reaching out with my hand, I poked him sharply in his shoulder. He squealed and smacked my hand away. I could tell he was glaring.
"Would you quit trying to kill me, idiot?!" He warned me in a forced whisper. There was no question in my mind after his response. This was my Bill.
"Mnpfhwhuteryewdewinheeere?" I mumbled out, too tired to form an actual sentence, let alone individual words.
Delusion from extreme exhaustion caused me to roll over again, this time landing right on top of my brother. I grinned sleepily and snuggled down into him. He started squirming under me, trying to free himself as he kept smacking my head.
"Ugh…Get the fuck off of me, Tom!" He hissed at me, rolling me off of him and onto the floor with a thud.
I immediately came to my senses and blinked. I looked at Bill, as if seeing him for the first time the whole night. I sat up and groaned, pulling myself back into my bed, next to Bill, who was laughing at me.
"When did you get in my bed?" I yawned out, rubbing my head.
"About an hour ago. I couldn't sleep and so I crawled into your bed like I used to do when we were kids and I would probably still be sleeping if you hadn't tried to kill me." He let out sleepily, glaring playfully at me.
I chuckled and shook my head, apologizing quickly to him. It wasn't until then that I realized there was another reason that he was in my bed. I didn't want to get my hopes up but I felt as if there had to be another reason. Bill hadn't slept in my bed in a long time.
"Why are you really in my bed, Bill?" I asked quietly, squinting at him in suspicion.
"I thought about it."
"About what?" I blinked. I was too tired to remember anything.
"Us, you idiot!" He spat out at me.
"Oh! And..?" My heartbeat started to quicken.
"I think that I've been in love with you for a while too, Tom." He whispered, nodding slowly. I should have known right then and there that he was a liar but, to quote a song I once heard, "Love may make you blind kid, but I wouldn't mind at all." I was way beyond blind. I was blind and walking through a dark forest and I for sure didn't mind.
I blinked in shock and immediately pulled him close to me, kissing his lips roughly. He kissed me back with just as much intensity, knotting his fingers in my dreads. Running my tongue along his bottom lip, his own lips parted and without thinking and I bit down hungrily on his lip. He let out a small squeal and pulled away from me, his hand softly tracing the area on his lip that I had sunk my teeth into.
"God Tom, what the hell are you trying to do, eat my face off?!" He yelled at me.
"Sor-" I started.
I was immediately cut off by Bill's lips roughly crushing my own with surprising force for such a small, delicate frame. He caught me by such surprise that I didn't know exactly what was happening until a few seconds later. Once my mind caught up to my body I pulled away from him, looking him in the eyes. I could see that his eyes were beautifully corrupted by lust and anger; what the anger was towards, I couldn't tell at the moment.
His hand rested on my shoulder, pushing me down on the bed, his lips ravaging mine once more. Bill slowly climbed on top of me, his mouth never parting from mine. His tongue ran along my lips, willing my mouth into submission. I parted my lips for him and his tongue entered, running along the roof of my mouth with a hunger. It was enough to send shivers down to every limb, if you follow me.
Bill momentarily broke the kiss as his hands recklessly pulled my shirt over my head, tossing mine and his own across the room. He then placed rough kisses along my jaw line, slowly moving down to my neck, drawing a small moan from my lips as he licked the tender flesh. Continuing on my neck, his hands blindly found their way to my jeans. He quickly undid them and tugged at them. I followed his signal and wormed my way out of my oversized pants.
I let out a small gasp as he nibbled on the sensitive skin of my neck, his pants flying across the room as a result of his impatience. Slowly his mouth made its way down my chest and to the skin right above where my boxers started. His tongue snaked its way out of his mouth as he dragged it slowly across my skin, forcing a moan out me, my boxers tighter than they ever had been in my life.
Whimpering softly as his mouth pulled away from my skin, I looked up to meet his eyes with my own. I'm more than sure that the lustful eyes were a reflection of mine. When his eyes caught mine, he smirked wickedly at me and forcefully pressed his lips to mine once more. His hands dragged down my body slowly, snagging the fabric of my boxers with his fingertips; pulling them off in one swift motion. I'm more than sure that his boxers followed immediately after.
Bill broke the kiss as he leaned forward over me slightly, searching through the drawers in my nightstand. I let out a small sigh and rested my hands on his lower back, dragging my own tongue up the middle of his chest. Biting his lip to suppress any noise, he looked down at me momentarily; his eyes piercing into my soul. He quickly returned his attention to my nightstand, pulling out a more than familiar bottle of lubrication. I immediately reached my hand up to grab it from him but he held it up above his head. The smirk on his face let me know he had other plans.
As soon as I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, he quickly rolled me onto my stomach, pinning me down beneath him. He leaned back over me, placing kisses along my shoulders. Once again, my mind was five moments behind my body and before it had time to catch up, two of his fingers found their way inside of me, forcing a gasp out of me. His fingers worked on preparing me for what was to come and once he saw fitting, he pulled them out. I bit my lip lightly, trying to brace myself for what would happen but as I know now, nothing in hell could have prepared me.
He pulled me onto all fours, his hands gripping my hips lightly and I swear I was about to have a heart attack from nervousness. I had NEVER done anything like that with a guy in my life. I was just about to ask him why he was taking so long when he gripped my hips tightly, plunging himself in me fully. I gasped loudly and let out a small cry as my hands gripped my sheets tightly. It was my body's natural instinct to squirm away but Bill had such a tight hold on my hips, it forced me to remain still.
Bill just remained like that for half a minute as I tried to regain my composure. Slowly he started to pull out of me, only to ram into me with full force, causing me to cry out in pain again. He continued his means of torture on me for a little while, each time he would thrust into me harder.
"Bill…" I gasped breathlessly as he let loose a loud groan, continuing on. "BILL!" I screamed as he pounded his hardest yet into me, my eyes clenched shut.
It was then that one of his hands found its way to my dreads, sharply yanking them back to force my back to arch, allowing him to sink deeper into me. Bill slowly leaned over me, as he kept going at the same pace, his warm breath on my ear. I let out a loud cry as he once more rammed into me.
"Oh am I-" He whispered deliciously in my ear as he pulled back. "-Hurting you?" He taunted once more as he forced himself back in.
By now, my hands were gripping my sheets so tightly that my knuckles were white. Bill's lips found my other ear, nibbling softly on my earlobe as he pulled my head back even further by my hair. It was obvious to me by now that my brother had done this before. He was way too experienced not to have. I had no idea though that he could be so…rough.
"Consider this payback for my broken recorder." He said bitterly.
"Fuck…God…Bill, please…" I begged him, tears in my eyes from the almost unbearable pain.
After I had pleaded with him for a bit, he started easing up on me. He started to move at a steady pace and it was then that it started to feel amazing. Every thrust led me closer and closer. We were both exchanging a series of loud moans, groans, and cries of pleasure until we both couldn't take it any longer; both of us reaching our climax within seconds of each other.
When it was over, Bill pulled out of me, collapsing next to me on my bed, breathing heavily. I lied on my side to avoid the pain of my backside, moving my hand up to move a few locks of his hair out of his face. As soon as his eyes met mine, it sent shivers down my spine. I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him to me. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat struggle for normality. I was more than happy and that was all that mattered. I had Bill…Or did I?