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07 July 2008 @ 08:00 Memories
Anonymous Band Kinkathon  
Righty ho, some people said they would be interested, so let's play :). Think of this as the place you can make requests for thinkgs that you wouldn't put into your average prompt exchange ::eg::

The Anonymous Band Kinkathon

How to play

To request:
  1. Click the reply/post a comment link.
  2. Click the "more options" button.
  3. Choose "Anonymous" from the list of posting options at the top.
  4. Submit your kink prompt,
    e.g. Bill and Tom from Tokio Hotel with chocolate sauce and ice cream
    or David and Timo from Panik, David dominating Timo and making him do unmentionable things with his tongue.

Please if you would like more than one fic with different kinks, separate the requests into more than one comment. If you want all the kinks in the same fic keep it as one comment.

To respond to a request:
  1. Click reply to the comment which contains the kink request. (A request may have as many responses as writers who feel they wish to fulfil it - this is NOT a one request, one response kind of thing :)).
  2. Click the "more options" button.
  3. Choose "Anonymous" from the list of posting options at the top.
  4. Paste or type in your response to the kink request and click go (you may use as many replies as it takes if your fic is longer than the max number of characters (4,300 with spaces) for a comment)
    If the fic is a very long one and posting it in comments would be a royal pain, email me and I will sort out an alternative solution :).

N.B. If you want people to be able to see your fic clearly when scrolling down an un-exanded list, I suggest you give it a title and a part number (title can be Untitled Story number 3 if necessary :)). Sorry, this only just occured to me when looking this morning.

  1. This game is open to all bands of all nationalities since some people asked that it should be, and you may mix and match bands of course. You may also mix other celebs/characters in as long as one of the main players is in a band.
  2. The request must be kinky - no vanilla in this game :) Requests may be very detailed, or as simple as a band and a kink (toxictattoo's Weiss Kreuz Anonymous Kink Meme is what this is based on so go look at that if you want some ideas :)).
  3. Please make sure to specify the band(s) you are talking about in the request rather than just member names to avoid confusion.
  4. You may repost an answer to a kink request anywhere you like 30 days after you posted it here, but here, everything must be ANONYMOUS.
  5. No chan - please do not request anything with characters under the age of 14. This is a kinkathon, it's supposed to be risque sexual situations and I simply do not feel comfortable having fic here with characters under that age in such positions.

Suggestions to Participants, Readers and Writers Alike
  • Please try and leave feedback for the writers. You may leave feedback anonymously or under your LJ name, but if you are the requester and are going to mention is, please comment anonymously. If you wish the writer to know how pleased you are under your real account name then you can tell them once they repost it somewhere else or once the 30 days are up :).
  • If you are a writer please try to respond to the requests as well as making them, if you are a reader only, please feel free to still make requests. You may make as many requests as you like and respond to as many requests as you like.
  • Do not be afraid to ask for more info from a requester, just remember to do so anonymously :).
  • Play nice :). If you do not like someone's kink, please ignore it, flames will be deleted.
  • Please pimp this kinkathon to all your friends :)

There is no time limit on this Kinkathon, it will go on as long as people wish to play :)

A very useful link borrowed from toxictattoo's Weiss Kreuz Anonymous Kink Meme: eliade's List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, and Clichés.

And just a note, if you want to keep up with the entries on this post then the best way is to "track it" with the pin icon at the top :).

Disclaimer: This is a bit of fun, none of this happened and no one is suppose to think it did. K'thnx :)

[Edit: oh my, you kinky beasts you ... this is already going so well ;)]

[Edit2: Y'know writers live on feedback :). We have had two stories so far and a grand total of three people have commented on them, and one of those was me! If you want lots of juicy stories, feed the writers, pretty please :D (or are you all busy beavering away on your entries, in which case, keep writing?)]

[Edit3: This is just getting better and better, thank you everyone who is playing.]

[Edit4: It has come to my attention that someone is afraid to post because IP logging is on. So I thought I would address the point.
1) Only I can see the IP addresses
2) Why did I leave it on? - It never occured to me to turn it off.
3) Will I do anything with IPs? - Nope, I didn't even realise they were there until someone mentioned it
4) Will I turn IP logging off now? - No, thinking about it it is the only defence again Trolls. I will not look at IPs; I will not publish IPs; I will not even think about IPs; unless you start flaming or playing troll games. Then I will only use them to make sure you cannot spoil other people's fun.
5) If you are that worried, send me your request or your fics via email and I will post them for you.]

[Edit5: Can I just say how pleased I am that people are still playing, thank you *hugs*.]

Links to stories so far:
  • Kink request: Panik/Killerpilze Jan/Fabi
    I'd like something with these two in a "first time" situation in a semi-public place (ie. a closet) where there's a chance they might get caught.

    Untilted Fic 1 (Author may repost on 07-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: I would love to see some Bill/Andreas action. If I remember correctly Andreas is/was in a band, though I have no idea what it was called. lol
    Kink rough sex with Bill up against the wall, top Andreas. Punishment is good too.

    In The Air Tonight(Author may repost on 07-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel/Panik (Tom/David/Timo) Tom is sick to death of playing his role in Tokio Hotel; David and Timo know a couple of ways they can cheer him up. Threesome, established relationship between two of the characters.
    Making Friends(Author may repost on 08-Aug-08)
    Working It Out (scroll down) (Author may repost on 08-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: I would very much like to read Tom Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel picking up a groupie and taking her back to his hotel room, only to have her find Hamburg VSD (Saki and Tobi at least) waiting inside. The security team runs a train on her (double penetration is ok too) while Tom watches and gets turned on by calling her a slut. After she leaves, Tom goes to Bill's room for gentle love making.
    Being Straight (Author may repost on 09-Aug-08)
    Mary Sue mit ein Twist (Author may repost on 10-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: Jost/Bill with Jost as a sexual mentor for a fully consenting and fully of age Bill (the age difference is the kink). I'd like to see a Jost who is gentle and loving, and a Bill who is innocent but enthusiastic.
    The Joy of Sex (n.b. kinkier than the prompt suggests) (Author may repost on 10-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: Man, I'm starting to think I'm not very kinky at all. I want some Torg with Georg rimming Tom and it being Tom's first experience with rimming.
    There's A First Time For Everything (Author may repost on 11-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel - one of the twins being fisted by one of the G's with the other two watching and getting off on it. Bonus points if the mobile twin is telling the G doing the fisting what to do.
    The Games We Play (Author may repost on 12-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: For his birthday, Timo from Panik jokingly tells his best friend that he wants twins for a night, and just for a laugh, David arranges for Bill and Tom from Tokio Hotel to come over. Timo gets the joke but they are both shocked when it becomes apparent that the twins aren't kidding. David watches Tom doing things to his little brother and it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. Bill and Tom then lure Timo into their game, with certain rules. Timo isn't allowed to fuck Bill, but he can do whatever he wants to Tom. David becomes increasingly more jealous as he watches his best friend have sex with the older twin, exposing feelings he didn't know he had. Of course Bill notices and subtly brings David into the mix, soon arranging things so that Timo and David are kissing and touching, until the friends are all over each other, which is Bill and Tom's queue to quietly make their exit.
    Good One! (Author may repost on 16-Aug-08)
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel - Rough sex outside (hotel roof or in a deserted street or something) at night in the pouring rain. Bill bottoming. Tom/Bill OR Bushido/Bill
    Fire No Rain Can Quench (Author may repost on 10-Sep-08)
    A Place in the Sun (scroll down) (Author may repost on 16-Sep-08
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel - Georg is an exhibitionist and loves taking naked photos of himself and leaving them lying around for people to find. Everyone has seen them and it's well known joke amongst the band and crew. What he doesn't realize is that someone (you choose who) has been collecting the photos since day one and jacking off to their naked Georg shrine. May be expanded on to include Georg finding out etc.
    A Picture Paints a Thousand Words (Author may repost on 10-Sep-08)
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel. Please will someone show me why it is that Gustav is so good at getting Georg out of handcuffs. Thanking you in advance.
    Where's the Key? (Author may repost on 11-Sep-08)
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel - Tom likes sticking various bits of food up Bill's ass and eating it out of him.
    A taste for butter (Author may repost on 12-Sep-08
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel - Bill/Gustav in a dom/sub or master/slave situation with Bill as the master.
    Fluch (Author may repost on 11-Oct-08)
  • Kink request: Panik. The whole goddamn band. Bonus for any/all of the following: object insertion, humping of inanimate objects to orgasm, voyeurism, gangbanging. All the boys need to come at least once. Everything else is up to you.
    All For One and One for All (Author may repost on 17-Oct-08)
  • Kink request: Gustav/ Georg - Bill and Tom always hear loud noises coming from the G's room when they stay at hotels. What are they doing? Something that would be considered kinky IRL - (nothing too squicky D: no blood or rape)
    My One (Author may repost on 01-Now-08)
  • Kink request: Tokio Hotel request. Keyword: EROTIC MASSAGE I don't care about ages (though young twins would be adorable) and it can be any pairing of Bill, Tom, Georg or Bushido. The focus needs to be on the massage, not just a shoulder rub and fuck. Complete PWP, the more erotic details the better. Thanks in advance.
    Simple Touch (Author may repost on 28-Nov-08)
  • Kink request: something with Juri from Panik and Gustav from Tokio Hotel with Gustav all tied up, extra points for being snowed in somewhere.
    Helpless (Author may repost on 30-Nov-08)

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(Anonymous) on 26th July 2008 18:50 (UTC)
Tokio Hotel

Rough sex outside (hotel roof or in a deserted street or something) at night in the pouring rain.

Bill bottoming.

Tom/Bill OR Bushido/Bill
(Anonymous) on 26th July 2008 18:56 (UTC)
oh my god yes please
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 11:48 (UTC)
Fire No Rain Can Quench (01/03)
Tom knew Bill was drunk, but he also knew he was horny and just drunk enough as well to want it there and then. The party was winding down and Bill was wearing those chain braces again that drove Tom completely nuts. His little brother was going to get it for keeping him hard the entire night. The only problem was they weren't at their hotel; the party was down the street and Tom did not have the patience to wait for the palaver of making it back to one of their rooms.

He watched Bill excuse himself from the people he was talking to and then head out of the main party room and so Tom followed. He saw the door to the men's toilet swinging shut and he considered just following Bill in and bending his twin over a sink, but there was just that little too much risk of being discovered. Looking around, his eyes fixed on the emergency exit door just down the corridor and he smiled to himself.

It was a couple of minutes before Bill emerged from the toilet, outfit perfectly in place again, and Tom was waiting for him.

"Hey, Tomi," Bill greeted cheerfully in an adorable, slightly drunk way.

"Hey, yourself," Tom replied and took hold of one of the chains over Bill's chest, "we have business to attend to."

Bill looked confused until Tom began to drag his twin down the corridor in a very determined fashion.

"Is it the kind of business I think it is, Tomi?" Bill asked and his twin's voice had dropped down into a much lower register.

Tom smiled at Bill and let his twin know they were on the same page.

"Oh yeah, Bill," he said, letting the lust show in his eyes, "it's that kind of business."

He pushed open the emergency exit door with one hand, while keeping the other firmly attached to Bill's braces.

"Tomi, it's raining," Bill pointed out as they both just stood there for a moment.

Bill was right and it wasn't just raining a little bit; it was pouring hard; the kind of rain that would soak a person to the bone in seconds. Tom almost let the door fall closed, but he was just desperate enough not to.

"All the better," he said, walking out and dragging Bill with him, "now no one will disturb us."

Bill squeaked when the rain first hit him and it was a sound that excited Tom all the more. The party had been on the top floor of the building, so the door led out onto a walkway between two sloping roofs and Tom knew what he wanted immediately. When he looked at Bill, his twin was already soaked, lion mane becoming plastered to his head and Tom was reminded of the performance at the EMAs. Bill had looked so incredibly sexy then as well and Tom had fucked Bill in the back of the van that night while the others had still been in the after show party. Now he had slightly different ideas.

Bill started to protest, but Tom gave him the look and Bill promptly shut up. There was one thing and one thing only that gave Tom mastery over Bill and that was a look he had discovered the first time they had had sex when he had been afraid of hurting Bill. He had refined it since, and it was about the only weapon he had that could shut Bill up dead. It was part promise, part threat, and Bill always reacted the same way; when he used it, Bill became his willing pawn.

"I want you bent over that railing, jeans around your knees," he said and made sure his voice carried the sense that he was in no mood to wait.

Bill shucked out of his braces straight away and reached for his belt, turning and pushing jeans and underwear down before taking hold of the railing and bending forward. It made Tom shiver with delight. Not only was Bill's pert, firm arse on show to him, but Bill had obeyed completely and instantly, and that spoke to a part of him he was very rarely allowed to let surface.
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 11:49 (UTC)
Fire No Rain Can Quench (02/03)
He knew that the moment he touched Bill all bets were off, but it was nice to be in complete control just for a little while. Bill liked to obey a little bit, but Bill would be fighting back the moment they got down to it.

"Hard and fast, Bill," he said, fishing in his pocket for the sachet of lube he kept just for these times, "can you take that?"

With the rain, very little lube was likely to get to Bill anyway, but Tom was willing to try. He didn't want Bill bitching at him for the next three days about how he couldn't sit down.

Releasing his own belt, he let his jeans fall around his ankles, then he pulled his cock out of his shorts without bothering to push them down and lubed himself up as well as possible. Spreading Bill's cheeks, he lined himself up and pushed straight in. Bill let out the most wanton moan and Tom had to stop, because Bill was so incredibly tight that he was overwhelmed.

"Call that hard and fast?" Bill all but growled and Tom almost fell over backwards as Bill shoved against him.

He slid all the way home and made a grab for Bill's waist to keep from falling backwards.

"I was starting slow," he managed to reply, "but if that's the way you want it."

He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in and Bill grunted, but still pushed back. Bill was what was known as a pushy bottom. Bill was a pushy top as well, but that was an entirely different story and one that didn't count when Tom was in his current mood.

The rain was soaking through his clothes, running down his back and under his hat and into his hair; it was almost worse than the Monsoon rain had been. Yet it was elemental and it prompted his baser instincts and he was holding onto Bill's hips as well as he could, starting to pound into his twin, but the amount of rain made Bill's skin slippery. He would have curled his fingers into Bill's clothes, but, if he damaged Bill's top, his life wouldn't have been worth living, so that left him with only one option. Reaching forward, he threaded his fingers through Bill's soaked, dark hair and held on.

Bill groaned, head coming up and back, but not trying to pull away.

Each thrust made the railing squeak as Tom rammed into Bill as hard as he could and Bill's body opened to him like they were meant to be. He could feel the passion that always danced between them in every meeting of their bodies as he pushed forward and Bill pushed back. What everyone saw in public was a perfect balance between them, but, when they were like this, it was an eternal battle where they gloried in the war for dominance. Out there in the world, Tom would follow Bill to the ends of the earth and back if necessary, but, when it was just them, their dynamic was never still.

They were brothers, lovers and combatants in a fight neither really wanted to win. On nights like this it was the contest which was important.

Bill was making small, agitated growling sounds and Tom knew exactly what that meant; Bill wanted to come. The thing was, was that Bill was the only thing bracing both of them and Tom knew his twin could not spare a hand to see to himself. Never breaking his rhythm, he chose to have mercy and, with the hand that was not wrapped in Bill's hair, he reached round and found his twin's cock.

He could barely see any more, there was so much water in his eyes, but that just intensified the sensations. He pulled on Bill's cock, feeling his twin twitching around him at the extra feelings and he knew it would not be long. There was so much primal need between them that when one of them needed it as badly as Tom had, it was never a slow process. They had their nights of slow, gentle passion, but right then, Tom felt about as gentle as the rain storm rolling around them.
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 11:50 (UTC)
Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
Sometimes they swapped quiet words of love, but tonight Tom was way beyond words and all he was capable of was animalistic grunts. He wanted to come, needed to come and he wanted Bill to make him do it. Bill always squeezed tight when he came, clamping down on anything in his arse over and over as waves of orgasm washed over Bill's seemingly delicate body, and that was what Tom needed to finish now. It had been decided in an instant in his mind and now it was necessary.

He pushed harder and faster, pumping Bill's cock for all it was worth and Bill cried out with each thrust. They would both be bruised in the morning the way they were rutting against each other, but Tom knew it would be worth it.

Bill came with a shout that was smothered by the rain and Tom felt the delicious tightening and release around his cock as Bill shuddered and Bill's muscles went into spasm in total abandon. It was wonderful and overwhelming and just what he needed as his own orgasm answered Bill's, exploding through him and wiping out all sensible motor control for several seconds.

For that instant he owned Bill. As his seed shot into his twin, Bill was completely his and he felt the peace at the centre of the storm for one blissful moment.

It could not last though and soon the rain brought him back down and he found himself leaning over Bill, grasping at the railing to prevent them both toppling over. He felt on top of the world as his needs were sated and the unique bond he had with Bill was reaffirmed. They were soaked and probably looked liked drowned rats, but Tom was happier than he had been in days.

Bill grunted as he pulled out and he almost did so himself; it was not just Bill's arse that had been abused, but his cock as well. They were definitely going to have to make it up to each other later when they had time and a hot bath. He very carefully put his cock back in his underwear and then pulled up his trousers. By the time he was done, Bill was moving as well, but not quite as fast.

He would have helped, but he knew Bill would just bat his hands away, so instead he enjoyed watching Bill slowly put himself back together.

Bill hair was a mess, his eyeliner was running and his top was beginning to bag with all the water, but Tom thought his twin was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Of course he always did, which was how they had ended up lovers in the first place, but that wasn't the point.

"Okay?" he asked, just to make sure.

Bill gave him a small rueful smile.

"I'll let you know when I try walking," Bill replied, but there was no reprimand in Bill's tone.

Tom grinned back now that he was sure they were fine. Sometimes he worried that Bill would reject him because of one of these encounters, but Bill never had.

"Let's get back inside then," he said, taking Bill's hand, "it's getting cold out here."

"You finally noticed," Bill said and strode off towards the door, dragging Tom with him.

When they opened the door Tom froze; standing there was David.

"Where exactly have you two been?" David asked, looking them up and down.

Tom didn't know what to say.

"You said no smoking where the cameras can see us," Bill responded instantly. "Well moron here decided the roof top would be a good place, only he didn't realise it was raining until after he'd shoved us both into the cold and then he couldn't get the door open again. You're lucky I have a nail file in my pocket or we'd still be out there."

Then Bill waltzed past David as if he was in the biggest snit fit and Tom had no choice but to go too when he was dragged along. That was why Bill was the dominant twin; Bill always knew what to say.

The End
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 13:13 (UTC)
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
That was my request. Thank you sooooooooo much! I love it!^^ *goes to have a cold shower now*
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 13:17 (UTC)
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
So pleased you enjoyed it ^_^
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 13:17 (UTC)
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
Yummy! This was really hot!
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 13:19 (UTC)
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
Thank you ^_~
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 14:29 (UTC)
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
Luckily there was some rain to cool me down, as otherwise I would've burnt so very badly. Much like the twins.
This was my ultimate winner for the Kinkathon so far, I'm soaked <3
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03) - (Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 20:22 (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 17:36 (UTC)
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
Omg omg -melts-

Godddd this was so hot. I want the link when it's posted in a month so I can favorite. D: Though I think I know who wrote it, but my hunches could be wrong lol. Musssttt take a cold shower now..
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03) - (Anonymous) on 11th August 2008 20:24 (UTC) (Expand)
Beren: TH - sweet and innocent?beren_writes on 13th August 2008 06:55 (UTC)
Re: Fire No Rain Can Quench (03/03)
Roof!sex ... we defintely need more roof!sex :D
(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:08 (UTC)
A Place in the Sun 1/10
Title: A Place in the Sun
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairing(s): Tom/Bill
Rating(s): NC17
Warning(s): angst, my version of rough, bareback sex. Unbetaed, obviously
Author’s notes: An anonymous kinkathon request fic: Tokio Hotel - Rough sex outside (hotel roof or in a deserted street or something) at night in the pouring rain. Bill bottoming. Tom/Bill OR Bushido/Bill

“In spite of the fact that we have no such fleet as we should have, we have conquered for ourselves a place in the sun. It will now be my task to see to it that this place in the sun shall remain our undisputed possession...”
(Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany: Speech to the North German Regatta Association, 1901)

The music was pulsating, every beat a palpable throb in the air. The volume was near deafening, but the rhythm and the melody melded into something almost alive that somehow soothed the ear and made him sway even as it assaulted his every nerve.

Bill tossed his hair, wiping away at strands that refused to budge, stuck to the sweat that dripped down his face. The club was air-conditioned, but there were so many people that the coolness was minimal on the dance floor where he had just been. He sipped at his drink, nudging away the swizzle stick with a quick dart of his tongue. The cold liquid felt like heaven in his mouth and he let the mouthful sit on his tongue awhile before swallowing it down, a slight burn in its wake as the alcohol made its way down his throat. He swiped a thumb at the corner of his mouth, catching a drop that had slipped out, licking it back in.

It was their fifth night here, the vacation he’d planned for so long. Bill craned his neck, looking for Tom who’d gone to get a re-fill. He couldn’t see him from where he sat, comfortably ensconced in one of the more intimate nooks away from the main crowd. The crush of bodies on the central dance floor was intimidating and reminded him of one of the rowdier concerts where he could barely distinguish individual faces among the fans, everyone blurring in a sea of anonymous heads. The strobe lights barely lit up the room, but the refracted lighting from the surrounding aquariums gave off a brilliant blue sheen from one side of the room.

Bill snorted, taking in a deep breath as he fumbled for a cigarette from the near-flattened box on the table in front of him. He finished his drink quickly, replacing the glass at his lips with the cigarette. Tom returned as he was lighting up, a drink in each hand as he elbowed his way back from the bar.

“That was long,” Bill grumbled, relieving his brother of one glass as he exhaled the first puff of smoke away from Tom.

“Got distracted,” Tom grinned, licking his lip. “They have lady bartenders tonight.”

“Yeah? Anyone hot?”

Tom laughed, the sound drowned by the music but the action obvious by the way his body shook and his mouth opened. It irritated Bill a little, the way Tom rubbed it in.

“Oh yeah!” Tom held up two fingers. “I think I can get them to spend some time with us after the shift ends.”

Bill looked at his brother, a little miffed. Tom was sitting in the chair across from him with a small table between them as he sipped on his drink, eyes already roaming the rest of the room. He had his dreads up, and that deviation from his normal look somehow made him into someone different, someone a little dangerous.

“Well?” Tom quirked an eyebrow, swirling his half-empty glass in his hand as he slouched in the seat.

“What?” Bill leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he took a sip from his fresh glass.

“Are you interested?” Tom asked, his head jerking a little towards the general direction of the bar.
(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:11 (UTC)
A Place in the Sun 2/10
Bill could literally feel his eyebrows climbing into his hairline. He didn’t know what to say. Yes, he was interested, but no, he wasn’t interested in getting into some unknown woman’s pants.

“No, thank you.”

“Aw, come on, Bill! We’re on vacation!” Tom complained, reaching out and plucking Bill’s cigarette from his unresisting fingers. “We’re supposed to be having fun!”

“Hey!” Bill cried out, surprised. He made to grab at the kidnapped cigarette, but Tom was already leaning way back out of his reach and it hardly seemed worth the trouble. So instead, Bill gulped down the rest of his drink, visibly upset.

Tom stood up, Bill’s cigarette still between his lips. “I’m going to see what time they get off, ‘kay? You,” he said with a smirk as he picked up his glass, “wait here.” And he promptly disappeared into the crowd.

Leaving Bill with his mouth hanging open.

This wasn’t how he imagined it at all. He’d waited what felt like years before they could go off on a vacation on their own, without so-called adult supervision. And it had cost him a bomb, because Tom frankly hadn’t wanted to go so suggesting splitting the cost was out of the question. He had finally reluctantly agreed to come along when Bill used the ‘belated birthday present for my beloved twin’ line.

Never mind that it was just as much a present for himself.

After so many years of constantly being at everyone’s beck and call, hounded left and right by various friends and associates, where even bathroom breaks were a subject of scrutiny, these few weeks away from it all was supposed to be for them. Just the two of them.

‘Just the two of them,’ he thought. How naive. Had he been so innocent as to think that perhaps Tom would have wanted to spend time with him when they could finally be together without the others? After years of literally being in each others’ space and breathing in each others’ air, would Tom have wanted to spend the next two weeks just being brothers again, instead of the lead singer and guitarist of Tokio Hotel?

Apparently not.

Bill sighed, resigned to spending the evening on his own. Perhaps there were some DVDs he hadn’t watched yet in the hotel’s inventory, or perhaps he’d spend the rest of the night in this club, getting drunk and high on cocktails and cigarette smoke. Or perhaps he’d do a Tom and pick out some native skirt to party with. Or, should it come to that, he could carry his sorry ass down to the games area for some billiards or table football.


It was ironic how he’d picked the Maldives because that was the one holiday destination he’d always loved and where they were still relatively unknown and thus, could be alone. He never thought that he’d be spending his hard-earned holiday on his own and that ‘alone’ would mean ‘by himself’.

Bill dug through his pocket, taking out his cell phone. He hit the speed dial and waited for Tom to pick up.

“Yeah?” Tom’s voice was tinny and he was just barely shouting to be heard above the music.

“Where are you?”

“At the bar. Would you believe her name is Nicole?” Tom was laughing as he answered, and Bill could hear the alcohol in his voice. “Well, Nicola, but it’s close.”

“Ha ha,” Bill replied, not amused. “Are you coming back here?”

“Are you lonely already? Come here,” Tom laughed again. “Her friend’s really pretty. You’ll like her.”

Bill opened his mouth to answer, but a soft, feminine giggle cut him off. He didn’t know why the sound upset him, but it did and it really shouldn’t.

“I’m sure I will,” he answered finally, after a few moments of silence.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked. Bill could hear a tiny hint of concern in his voice and he wondered if it was genuine. “Bill?” Tom asked again when Bill didn’t answer. “Bill?”

(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:17 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 3/10
“I’m going back,” Bill told him. He didn’t want to spend the next few hours just sitting here, moping. He was supposed to be enjoying himself, and by all means, he should be. He was young and attractive and had money to burn. How many in his shoes would be able to be where he was right now, smack dab in the middle of one of the most exclusive resorts in the world? He could walk up to any one person on that dance floor right now and pick anyone he wanted to spend the night with. And that person would be grateful.

He could. He should.

But he wanted Tom.

Bill dropped the call, ignoring Tom’s tiny voice over the speaker. He felt like the most pathetic person on earth. The one person he wanted, didn’t feel the need to even spend time in his company. How sad was that when even your own brother would pick some unknown person to be with instead?

He stood up, leaving his unfinished drink on the table. He didn’t really feel like drinking anymore, the mere thought of more alcohol and sweet liqueur making him gag. It didn’t take long for him to leave the club.


“Bill!” Tom shouted into the phone, pulling it away from his ear when there was no answer. The screen of his phone flickered, the screensaver bright in the dimness of the club. “Shit!”

Damn Bill and his moods. Tom wanted to curse more strongly, but present company reminded him to at least keep it somewhat civil. Whatever possessed his brother this evening was certainly succeeding in making Tom rethink his decision to come along on this vacation.

It had sounded like an interesting experience. Sun, sea, surf and beautiful, native girls. All the prerequisites for the perfect, dream holiday for a healthy, teenage boy. Plus, he hadn’t had to shell out a single cent; Bill had taken care of that. To be fair, he had taken advantage of his brother’s fascination with the Maldives, but he had never expected Bill to go all out.

The W Resort was one hell of a holiday destination.

A soft touch on his hand made him look up from his phone, belatedly making him realise that he was playing with the buttons with a smile on his face.

“Would you like another drink, sir?” the woman asked with a smile.

“Uh... No, thank you,” Tom smiled back, shaking his head as he left a few bills on the bar. The woman was pretty, damn it! Never mind that she was probably older than him by a good ten years. She had a sweet smile and a sexy voice. ‘And dimples,’ Tom’s subconscious added. He definitely noticed the dimples.

“Okay,” she said, cheerfully. “Come again soon!”

Tom grinned, nodding. His gaze darted once to the nametag on her uniform. Nicola. He’d definitely remember that name. He wondered if she would remember his if he gave it to her, but that would mean actually asking and making small talk. Bill was good at that and he was supposed to be here to do exactly that.


Tom frowned as he walked away from the bar. What was up with Bill lately? They’d come to the islands he chose, and although Tom would have balked at the amount Bill was paying for this vacation, he had to admit that everything so far had been perfect and surely well worth the money. Even if Bill had refused to actually tell him how much it was costing him, he could make a wild guess. He had actually enjoyed just lying around with nothing to do except choose which suntan lotion and cocktail to have that particular day, or which part of the unsullied beach they should sunbathe on or just what dish to pick for their dinner by the sea. It was truly lazing around in the grandest sense of the word.

But Bill hadn’t seemed satisfied with that. He’d been ecstatically hyper the first two days, hardly even sparing time to sleep. Never mind that the jetlag and their mixed-up internal clocks couldn’t really differentiate when it was day or night without help from the sun. And Tom had to admit, he had been all too happy to indulge Bill’s excitement.
(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:21 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 4/10
Maybe it was the jetlag. Maybe Bill had finally come down from his high.

Tom scowled when he reached the seats he and Bill had been in earlier. A few other people were there and there was no sign of Bill. Tom flicked open his phone.

“Bill?” Tom called when the dial tone stopped. There was no answer on the other end of the line.

“Come on, Bill. I know you hear me!” It was getting a little frustrating trying to talk to someone who didn’t want to say a word.

Which was really unlike his little brother.

“Where are you?” Tom asked, making his way towards the exit.

Bill wondered whether he should answer. He held the phone to his ear as he walked along the plank walkway towards their sea view chalet. The night was dark but the walkway was lit with lights made up to look like old-fashioned lanterns hanging from the wooden pillars lining the walkway. Tom sounded a little angry, but it still made Bill smile a little because it sounded like he finally had Tom’s full attention.

“Where are you?” Tom’s voice asked again. Bill heard a little strain of desperation in his voice and that made him feel a little bit guilty.

“On the way back,” Bill answered softly. He never could resist Tom for long, no matter how upset he made him.

There was a short lull on Tom’s end before he asked again. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm,” Bill nodded unconsciously. “I just needed to get out of there,” he added, almost as an afterthought.


“I don’t know.”

“I thought you liked the club?” Tom shook his head. It was unbelievable how contrary Bill was being.

“I do.”

“You were enjoying the music.”


“And the drinks.”

“Those too, yes,” Bill agreed, almost quietly.

“Then what the hell’s the matter?” Tom shouted into the phone.

He regretted it almost immediately when Bill didn’t answer him again, a click coming a second later when Bill hung up on him.

“Shit!” Tom swore, punching the speed dial again. “Answer me, damnit!” Tom grumbled under his breath.

Bill looked at the phone in his hands. The ring tone was definitely Tom’s, and if he couldn’t hear it, the name flashing on the screen would have told him that much. He hardly needed all the cues; only Tom would be calling now. Bill was torn between wanting to answer it, just to hear Tom’s voice, and letting it ring just so Tom was clear that Bill was upset.

He didn’t understand it himself. Why was he doing this? What had Tom done that pissed him off so badly? He knew Tom enjoyed looking at pretty girls and sexy women, and Bill did make that distinction purposely. Tom had always admired confidence in a woman, but it was more of a double-edged sword with him as that self-same confidence often turned him into the endearingly shy boy Bill wanted to hide from the rest of the world.

Maybe it was because Tom was getting attention from women who didn’t know how famous he really was. It never bothered him much when he saw the groupies or the starstruck fangirls chasing after his brother. They were just enamoured with who Tom was and what Tom represented. They weren’t really after Tom.

Damn. Was he actually jealous?

Bill chewed on his lower lip as he shoved his phone deep into his pocket, ignoring the frantic vibrations Tom’s calls were causing. Tom could call until his fingers wore down to the bone for all he cared. Bill didn’t feel like answering any more.

It started drizzling as Bill walked, and it wasn’t long before his shirt was clinging to him like a second skin. The rain was surprisingly warm and it felt pleasant and refreshing after the club. He was actually starting to feel quite refreshed until footsteps resounded behind him, the tremors in the planks beneath his feet making him turn to see just who it was that was running towards him.
(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:25 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 5/10
He shouldn’t have been surprised, really. But seeing Tom gasping for breath as though he had run a marathon raised his eyebrows if just a little. Bill stopped, turning to face his brother who had stopped running.

“Give... give me... a second,” Tom panted, hands digging into his sides. Bill just gave him a curious look. The rain was running in little rivulets down Tom’s face, dripping from his dreads and weighing them down even as they plastered his hair to his head. He supposed he must look worse, though, with his hair already down.

“Why did you leave?” Tom complained when he finally got his wind.

“I felt like it. Why do you care?” Bill snapped. He knew he sounded bitchy, but he felt justified. Why should he have to explain himself when Tom hadn’t even bothered to sit with him at the club?

“Of course I care! You’re my brother!” Tom looked exasperated. His expression made Bill feel like laughing.

So he did. And he made sure to make it sound as nasty as he felt.

“Okay, so now you’re my brother.” The rain was getting heavier, and the absence of a breeze made the air seem muggy. It was irritating the hell out of him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tom scowled, squinting so that the rain didn’t get into his eyes. His hair was sticking to the back of his neck and he was regretting not wearing his cap. It would have at least kept some of the rain off. And out of his eyes.

Because squinting and peering through dripping water was not the best way to be the intimidating big brother the situation seemed to warrant. Bill was behaving like a spoilt, little child that needed some sense knocked into him.

“You run out on me in the middle of the night, and it’s none of my business?” Tom hadn’t meant to shout, honestly, but he was, he realised.

“No, it isn’t!” Bill shouted back. “Why don’t you just go back to your Nicole and fuck her brains out and just leave me alone!”

“What does she have to do with it? What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”

Bill didn’t have an answer to that, honestly. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, either. He just suddenly felt angry when Tom decided to play his possessive card when he hardly even bothered with him.

“I swear,” Tom snorted when Bill didn’t answer back. “If you were a girl, I could blame PMS.”

That. Was. Low. And Bill didn’t realise that he had his hands balled up into fists and was actually raising them when a loud thunderclap made both of them jump.

“Shit!” Tom moved forward, grabbing onto Bill’s upper arm and dragging him towards the chalet. “Let’s get out of this rain.”

“Let go of me, damn it!” Bill shouted into the rain, not caring if anyone heard him. He struggled to get loose, but Tom’s grip on his shirt was too strong and his flailing only made Tom put both hands on him instead of just one.

“What is wrong with you?” Tom had his arms suddenly full of writhing baby brother, and it was disturbing how violently Bill was actually struggling to get free. At one point, Tom saw Bill actually gnash his teeth as he eyed his forearm.

So Tom let him go.

Bill whirled away, the sudden momentum caused by trying to pull away and actually getting free almost making him lose his balance. He did stumble, and fortunately, a nearby railing was on hand so that he didn’t fall flat out on his ass. He did end up on his knees however, dripping and feeling pathetic.

And so damn angry he felt fit to burst.

“Don’t touch me!” Bill growled at Tom when Tom made to help him up. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

The rain was pooling around his knees, making pitter-patter sounds that lent a certain rhythm to his breathing. It was getting everywhere, the rain. He was soaked to the skin and where before it had felt warm and somewhat uncomfortable, now it was just bone-chillingly cold and Bill struggled not to start shivering.

His vision was blurred by the water running down his face and when the corner of his eyes started prickling, Bill whipped his head up to get the hair off his face. He could hardly feel his fingers anymore; they were so cold.

(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:27 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 6/10
Tom was still standing before him, just as wet and looking bedraggled. His proud dreads were just messy clumps on his head, ragged ropes around his shoulders. The look on his face made Bill’s heart squeeze tightly in his chest, until he felt that it was just a useless, frozen lump of flesh as cold as he felt.

Bill pushed himself up, forcing himself to stand steady. He held himself stiffly, any relaxation sure to send his muscles into shivering spasms. Tom hadn’t said a word, just looking on at Bill with that empty expression in his face. He didn’t seem to mind the rain, just standing there with his arms to the side, all silent.

As quickly as it came, Bill felt the anger melt away, leaving behind a heavy sense of guilt. He caused that look on Tom’s face. He made Tom upset with him. He made Tom angry. He didn’t know why but that realisation just made him feel lower than a snake’s belly.

“Go away, Tom,” Bill finally husked. The cold was making his voice shake, he was sure of it.

Tom just stood there, not moving an inch. When Bill finally looked away, ashamed at what he had done, Tom’s soft voice made him look back.

“What did I do?” The guilt in Tom’s voice made Bill want to cry. “What did I do?”

Bill felt his face screw up, almost against his will. He almost succeeded in holding it together until Tom asked the second time. The sniffle came out almost automatically, definitely involuntarily. The tears followed mere seconds later. When Tom’s arms came around him, Bill didn’t bother anymore.

“I... Nothing... It’s... it’s not your fault,” he sobbed, burying his face into the crook of Tom’s neck where it met his shoulder. He had his arms around Tom, holding on to him as though he would melt away if he let go for even a fraction of a second.

“It’s mine,” he admitted after a few minutes of just standing there in Tom’s arms. “I’m a bastard, I know.”

“No, you’re not,” Tom shushed. He had Bill in his arms. As wet and miserable as they were, it felt like this was all that mattered.

“I was just je...j...jea...shit. I can’t even s... say the word!” Bill laughed cynically. “I’m sorry.” He wanted to stay here forever. He wanted to forget what brought him here, what brought them here. He just wanted here and now to last forever.

Bill pulled away a little, eliciting a soft, questioning grunt from Tom. Tom blinked at him, a deer in headlights, even though his eyes were half shut from the rain and probably the exhaustion of putting up with him. Bill could see why so many found his brother irresistible. How could he blame them? How could he call the kettle black?

“I’m sorry,” Bill whispered again. This time, the apology was more for what he was about to do than what he had done. And then, Bill kissed him.

He’d expected a punch to the nose, at the very least. Or maybe even a kick to the balls. He never expected Tom to open his mouth and turn his head so that he could swallow his tongue. He never expected Tom to kiss him back, and nibble on his lips even as his hands left his back and start roaming between the thin material of his shirt and his skin. When Tom started kissing down his chin and along his jaw, Bill just surrendered to the sensation. It was different from kissing his own hand when they were giggling little children. It was different from the quick but tentative pecks on the lips with his classmate when they were twelve. It was different from the loud, smacking kisses his mother and grandmother gave no matter how old they were.

When Bill’s hands started to move on their own, rubbing up and down Tom’s back and skimming up to hold Tom’s face still as he kissed him back, something in Bill made him wonder if this was the right thing to do. It felt so good and so right. Tom fitted. Surely if it was wrong, Tom would say so. He was their voice of reason after all.

“Mmm...,” Bill sighed into the corner of Tom’s open mouth. “You taste so good.”

“You don’t taste half bad yourself,” Tom chuckled as he pulled down Bill’s hands from his face and devoured his lips again.

(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:31 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 7/10
Exactly when his shirt got unbuttoned, or when his jeans got pulled down to his knees, Bill couldn’t remember. All he knew was that there was a large, warm hand around his cock, rubbing and twisting him in the most delicious ways imaginable. His own hands were flat against Tom’s naked chest, and he couldn’t remember when Tom took his shirt off either. Bill stroked one peaked nipple, playing with the little nub with his thumb and delighted in the way it swelled and became hard.

He whined when Tom’s hand left his cock, feeling so bereft. But when Tom gripped onto his hips and pulled Bill against him, the hard flesh he felt rubbing against him now more than made up for it. Tom’s cock felt so familiar even though he’d never felt it quite like this, nor seen it quite like this. When he pushed against him, it slid along his with a quiet friction that sent shivers up his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

“Tom,” Bill gasped, his breath hitching when the head of his cock brushed against the base of Tom’s. It was warm, it was wet, it was heaven.

“Tom,” he gasped again, a decision made. “Fuck me.”

It was as though the world came to a halt, all time frozen forever into that one pinpoint second.

“What?” Tom was astounded, horrified, ecstatic. His ears were deceiving him, surely. The thunder earlier must have damaged his eardrums. Or maybe the rain had leaked into his ears and he was actually listening through a sea of water. “What did you say?”

“Fuck. Me.” Bill enunciated each word, mouthing each syllable clearly, exaggeratedly. “Now.”

Tom gulped. He pulled Bill harder against him, clutched at him as though catching at clouds that looked solid but aren’t. He half-expected Bill to slip through his fingers, a slap in the face wake-up call to a waking wet dream. But his fingers encountered naught but firm, hard flesh; traced nothing but clean lines and planes where hipbones jutted and dipped. It wasn’t a dream, as ethereal as Bill looked right now, wet and breathing hard in his arms, barely clothed. His shirt was opened, revealing his chest and Tom knew that if he looked down, he would see where they touched; even now they were rubbing against each other, sliding and slipping, exchanging sides.

“Are you sure?” Please, let him be sure.

“Now, Tom,” Bill nodded, never so sure of something in his life. He wanted to do this, and he wanted it with Tom. After this, Tom could sleep with whoever he wanted, Tom could be with whoever he wanted. But now, he was with Bill, and Bill wanted him more than he had wanted anything. “Now, Tomi,” he whispered, more to himself than to Tom and in a voice only he could hear. “Now, before I change my mind.”

They were running through the rain, then, and Bill wondered at how inept his memory was, letting gaps of his life disappear just like that. One moment they were on the walkway, half-naked, hard and wet, and the next, they were running towards their chalet, barely five minutes away and past one of the amenities stations scattered liberally across the resort. Tom held one of his hands in his as he pulled him along as Bill struggled to keep his jeans up, even as he pressed onto his still-hard cock to keep it from chafing against the wet denim.

They reached their chalet compound, isolated from the others and separated from the main walkway by a short pebble path and a seven foot fence made of cleverly latticed wooden stakes and jungle vines. They stumbled across the main deck, falling onto one of the outdoor loungers, gasping and laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Bill had Tom in his arms again, feeling so warm and heavy and welcome. He was sprawled across the wooden lounger, the poly vinyl cushioning beneath him dipping under both their weights. Tom was alternately kissing and biting at his jaw, his neck, his collarbone and he was enjoying every sensation. Bill slipped his hand under Tom’s waistband easily, dipping a wet palm past the boxers beneath. Tom was wet everywhere, just as he was, and his fingers skimmed over Tom’s cheeks as he caressed the bit of skin where his spine ended.
(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:33 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 8/10
Tom groaned against Bill’s skin, the feel of Bill’s hands on him inciting a fiery path of sensation against the cold, wet rain. It sounded as though the rain was heavier, and yet, he hardly felt any difference between the soft drizzle before and the pelting drops now, too concentrated on the feeling of Bill’s skin, the soft hands he often teased Bill about now bringing out sensations he never would have thought they were capable of. Bill wasn’t doing anything special, nothing that he hadn’t had done to him by some groupie in a dark corner, or that first girlfriend that let him go all the way all those years ago. Yet, the touches now felt more intense, burning indelible, Bill-shaped brands into him wherever he was touched.

It escaped him, how he managed to turn Bill over, pulling his jeans down with sharp, desperate tugs. The rain made it harder than before, when gravity did most of the work. The denim twisted and caught at the jut of Bill’s hip, the crook of his knee, the plane of his shin; everywhere, it seemed, testing Tom’s patience. Bill’s soft whining every time his jeans caught didn’t help, instead making Tom more eager to get them off.

Finally, with a hard tug, Tom pulled Bill’s sopping jeans off, flinging it to the side where it landed by the pool, half in, half out, one of Bill’s sandals caught in one of the legs. Bill was pulling himself to his knees, on all fours. The sight made Tom harder, his cock already so swollen and turgid that it flapped excitedly against his bare stomach. When Bill looked back at him over his shoulder, mouth open and back heaving, Tom felt ready to burst.

“Hurry,” Bill groaned, bracing himself against the back of the lounger. He hardly knew what he was doing, only having read the occasional trashy story where sex was all wham, bam, oh-so-nice. He’d seen it done, obviously; the DVD bin at the studio hid quite a stash of porn under the usual blockbusters. It looked simple enough, just kneel or lie there with his legs apart and Tom would put his cock in him and they’d have sex and he’d come and Tom would come and they’d lie happily ever after in post-coital bliss.

“OW!” Shit that hurt! Bill jerked away, almost falling on his face as his hand slipped on the cushioning. Tom had his hands on his hips, holding him still so he couldn’t move forward too much, and he had this determined look on his face. Bill could almost swear he saw the tip of Tom’s tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated on whatever he was doing to Bill’s ass.

Which hurt like the blazes.

“What are you doing?” Bill cried, wiping away at the rain running into his eyes. His hair was getting everywhere now and he shook his head a little, sending a spray of water every which way. He inched his knees a little further apart, only just registering Tom’s thighs against the back of his and the feel of something hot and heavy rubbing against the back of his balls. It moved up and down, and when Tom shifted, Bill felt it move under him, and he realised it was Tom’s cock and it was now rubbing against the underside of his, sending unbearable tingles through his balls.

Bill moaned, head falling against his forearm. Surely he looked like a wanton whore right then, or one of those two-bit actresses in those porn flicks he watched with Georg whenever David wasn’t around. Maybe the slight bit of eyeliner he had put on earlier was running as well, and he really did look like some hooker tricking at some random corner of the red light district back in Hamburg. He really did feel like one, nevertheless, even as he cried out when Tom’s cock pushed a little too hard at the back of his balls. He never knew he could be so sensitive there, and by right, he should have been too numb to have felt that, what with the rainwater flowing just about everywhere and into everything.

When he felt the stinging again just after that, it was almost bearable, but curiosity won and he turned again, looking at Tom as he seemed to concentrate on his cock.

(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:36 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 9/10
Bill gritted his teeth, quickly turning away. His face felt hot, so hot and he probably was blushing to the dark blonde roots of his hair because this was ‘It’, with a capital I. He was the one who wanted this, he reminded himself. He. Not Tom. Tom was just going to give him what he asked for, what he wanted.

And he’d be damned if he didn’t still want it, even if it hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Shitshitshit and double and triple that. Bill bit down on his lip, trying to stifle a groan of pain as he felt Tom’s cock breach him. He squeezed his eyes shut even as Tom squeezed through, the head of Tom’s cock feeling so incredibly huge that every millimeter of his anus felt like it was on fire as it stretched to accommodate something that was surely not as large as it felt.

“I can do this, I can do this,” Bill muttered under his breath, chanting into his arm where he’d ended up biting into just to have something to stuff his mouth with so that he wouldn’t scream for Tom to stop and get the hell out of him.

He didn’t want that at all. He wanted Tom, each and every inch of him, and by God and everything that was holy, he would have him if it killed him in the process.

It did feel like dying, when Tom finally stopped pushing, panting hard as he flopped against his back, pushing up the wet shirt that Bill was still miraculously still wearing so that it was bunched up somewhere near his shoulder blades.

“You... Are you okay?” Tom gasped, pulling in deep breaths as he fought to quell the urge to keep moving, thrusting with abandon into this tight, tight hole that squeezed him to his very center. He could feel his cock twitching, encased in a heat beyond imagining, each and every inch caressed so intimately, it was scary. He reached up, caressing Bill’s back and petting his brother like one would a frightened horse.

Bill nodded, not looking up. He couldn’t. Tom would notice that he had tears running down his face even though the rain hadn’t yet stopped. “Ye...yeah,” he forced, through gritted teeth.

“All right,” Tom panted, breathing through his mouth because he did feel out of breath. Getting into Bill was harder than it looked, and controlling himself so that he wouldn’t just push through took every bit of self-control he had. He pushed himself up, positioning himself once again behind his brother. He could see where they joined, and he marvelled that Bill could open up that much. He didn’t seem very big when Tom first had a peek at where he was supposed to go, but he supposed the human body was a living miracle and would find some way to fit. Bill did look very stretched, though, the once puckered skin smooth now that he was sheathed within.

Tom traced the hot, stretched skin with the tip of a finger. Although wet with the rain, it felt somewhat dry to his touch. Tom brought his finger to his mouth, flicking it inside and swiping it down the inside of one cheek. He brought the saliva coated finger back, rubbing it around himself and Bill’s hole. The moment he touched him, Tom felt Bill jerk up, the sudden movement dislodging him a little so that he slipped out a few inches.

It felt really, really good.

He forgot all about slowing down. He forgot about control. He forgot that this was probably Bill’s first time with literally anyone. He just wanted that feeling again, that feeling of being squeezed and pumped, an inch at a time. Tom pushed in hard, Bill’s keening only making him more excited, urging him faster. He kept his hands on Bill’s hips, barely registering Bill’s hand flailing back and gripping onto his and trying to push him back?

Oh, okay.

Tom pulled out almost entirely, revelling in the smooth slide, and pushed in again, slamming into his brother, over and over.

“Aa...Ah! SHIT!” Bill couldn’t hold it in. He howled, crying and cursing as Tom slammed into him. It burned going in and it burned coming out. Bill felt like cutting Tom’s cock off. He held it in the first few thrusts, but when Tom pushed in especially hard, Bill cried out again. He held onto the top of the lounger, the sides, squirming and trying to get away from the pile driver inside him, even as he pushed back, wanting more.
(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:40 (UTC)
A Place In The Sun 10/10
It hurt and yet, it also felt so good. His asshole was on fire, and his insides felt bruised with Tom’s cock pistoning in and out of him. Somewhere along the way, Tom would hit him just right and it would feel good, and his cock would jerk, leaking cum, and Bill wouldn’t question why people actually enjoyed this. But mostly, it just felt like someone shoving a hard stick up his ass.

In between the bliss and the pain, he came, spurting onto the lounger, crying out softly as his balls jumped in his sac and his cock jerked in ecstasy. The rain washed away his cum quickly, and Bill felt like collapsing, his bones like jelly. But Tom was still in him, breathing so loud that Bill was afraid he would have a heart attack. When Tom’s grip tightened, Bill quirked a tired eyebrow, peeking back at his brother even though he felt like melting into the cushion. He felt Tom seize up, his cock jerking in him, seeming to swell even larger than before. Bill was just about to wonder whether he could take much more of Tom when he felt Tom cum, shuddering and groaning against him before he too, collapsed to his knees, all limp and boneless.

Tom slipped out easily, and Bill grimaced at the slimy feeling left behind. His asshole was still throbbing and he could feel that it was a little swollen when he turned, manouvering long legs so that Tom was kneeling between them and facing him. Bill flopped onto his back, letting out a long shuddering sigh. It was still raining and he doubted it would stop any time soon. His cock was limp and he felt it shrivel from the cold.

When Tom pulled him up and gathered him into his arms, Bill went gladly, snuggling against the wet body and holding on to him with his arms, his thighs. He felt Tom squashed against him, his legs splayed apart now. Their cocks were both soft now, but he imagined, very satisfied.

“Thank you,” Tom whispered hoarsely into his ear.

“No,” Bill smiled into Tom’s wet dreads. “I should be the one thanking you.”

They stayed that way for a while, each wondering where they would go from here and what the world would look like in the morning.

“Don’t you dare regret this,” Bill threatened when Tom finally pulled him to his feet, hobbling and wincing from the pins and needles in his legs and the ache in his ass. Tom’s hangdog expression made him glare at his brother even harder. “Don’t you dare!”

“I... I... Shit!” Tom faltered, hands fisted against Bill’s sides as Bill held him, shushing like he was a crying child.

“I fucked you,” Tom sobbed. “I. Fucked. You.”

“Shhhh,” Bill soothed, caressing Tom’s cheeks, wiping away a tear that escaped the corner of one eye. “You did,” he nodded. “And I asked you to. Don’t forget that.”

“Do you hate me now?” Tom asked, voice small.

“Why? I could never hate you!” Bill looked into Tom’s averted eyes. “You’re my brother, Tomi. I’ll never hate you.”

“You should. Because I am your brother. Brothers don’t... don’t...don’t...” He couldn’t even say it, now.

“Don’t fuck each other? Oh, really? Well, damn!” Bill grinned. The ache in his ass could testify against that. “Tom, Tom!” Bill pulled Tom’s face towards him, forcing Tom to look at him as he laughed in his brother’s face. “Tom, we’re brothers and we just fucked. Guess what? We’re still brothers, nothing can ever change that. And if you ever feel like doing it again, it won’t change then, either.”

“Doing it again? You’d want to...”

Bill kissed him, preventing Tom from completing his question. “Yes, you idiot. Whenever, wherever.”

“Can we do it somewhere dry next time?”

Bill laughed at that, cracked up so hard until his sides hurt. “On one condition,” he chuckled.

“What?” Tom eyed him warily.

“No more dry fucks. It hurt like a sonofabitch.”

“Dry fuck? It’s raining!”

-End- Sorry for not formatting!
(Anonymous) on 17th August 2008 15:48 (UTC)
Re: A Place In The Sun 10/10
Twins having hot sex in the rain - my Sunday prayer! Damn this was hot, and sweet, and the ending was so funny :) I like how you didn't just make it about the smut and the kink, but showed the feelings and all. Yes indeed, thanks for writing this!
Re: A Place In The Sun 10/10 - (Anonymous) on 18th August 2008 22:23 (UTC) (Expand)
Beren: TH - Bill wetberen_writes on 17th August 2008 16:19 (UTC)
Re: A Place In The Sun 10/10
Superb! Loved the kinky sex and the ending - very funny. Thank you so much for joining in the kinkathon.
Re: A Place In The Sun 10/10 - (Anonymous) on 18th August 2008 22:27 (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on 18th August 2008 21:43 (UTC)
Re: A Place In The Sun 10/10
I posted the request and I just wanted to say that I loved this. I have to admit I didn't think once of the Maledives when I imagined the scene but it was a great idea!
The ending was very funny. XD
Re: A Place In The Sun 10/10 - (Anonymous) on 18th August 2008 22:19 (UTC) (Expand)