Title: liebe ist
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Torque: tom / bill
Prompt: 091. birthday
Rating: NC-17
Note1: Oh, Gott, Gott, GottGott! * Crazy * My first NC-17. Ergo, I know it sucks, but I had the satisfaction to begin to unlock my chastity. xD
L 'Icebar dell'IndoChine type is the most beautiful place in the world, then I envy a lot for letting us Biil and Tomi's birthday party. As for the mysterious closet of ice staff, probably (actually certainly) all'IceBar there is nothing like that, but I could not place them on the bar in front of everybody, no? XD
Note2: This fic was a torture, because I ashamed to write like mad, although it has not fallen in detail. I spent all December 31 and desperate, January 1, to write, but I could not make it in time. Confidvao in that "do something for New Years, you make all year," and since I wrote the one, I hope worth it anyway. * Crazy *
Note3: The title comes from the homonymous song by Nena, which mainly has nothing to do with a fucking story. But I have heard more or less thirty thousand million times by writing, because I thought that Nena would give me inspiration. I was wrong, I think. But it's all because of Bill! > _ \u0026lt;
Celebrating the age of eighteen is, without doubt, one of the most significant milestones in the life of any human being: there is a teenager in the world who has not, at least for once fantasized on the day of his eighteenth birthday. And the Kaulitz twins were not no exception: after weeks and weeks of phone calls on phone calls and hard work they had put up a feast worthy of their name.
wanting ten minutes to midnight on September 1, ICE dell'IndoChine Bar Club in Hamburg was to say the least crowded with people, despite the invitation to the party had been restricted only to relatives and close friends. In slalom through the crowd, Bill Kaulitz spent the last few minutes of hopping from one friend to another minor, a bit 'agitated, a bit' because it was already there to charge the fifth glass of vodka and adrenaline did not wanted to learn to duck.
Needless to say, the mix of alcohol and hyperactivity of the now normal-yet-to-seventeen just made him up so high that he could be seen to sparkle a mile away, and you could not help but wonder how it was possible that the Ice Bar had not yet resolved, although only a quarter of an hour before we had gone by: Bill had, in fact, had the brilliant idea to throw off the butt of the cigarette, and in no time at all, and Andreas Georg had slingshots to turn it off, then rushing to the singer with all kinds of curses. Bill, CONSIDERED offended, she then began wandering through the crowd and there he is, at exactly 8 minutes and 38 seconds after midnight, drink in hand and ready to enjoy the waterfall cards that would run over shortly.
Meanwhile, Tom Kaulitz stared with a gesture almost manic at the clock, counting one by one, the 506 seconds that separated him from the coveted milestone of age. He had been almost completely teetotal, and the temperature of the bar near the Arctic does not help at all: he had spent whole day arguing with Bill about where to hold the party, and still could not understand why his proposal of eighteen years celebrated in a beautiful tropical island had been rejected.
Bill had played defense in his paper relatives & friends, who were prevented from leaving the country en masse to celebrate with them, but Tom had responded very well relax with the paper, which included three days of complete solitude in their total available And then ...? Oh, yeah. And then Bill had to do the infamous, pulling out the card sweet eyes at the sight of which Tom had given up and, sighing, had given him carte blanche to the sister organization of the party. And now there he was, sitting on a chair stupid ice, with completely numb butt, talking about driving and cars with Gustav. Another look at the clock, and only 286 seconds remaining, what he had to do for his brother ...
At midnight came a roar worthy of a chorus of fans at the stadium, including an avalanche of balloons launched in air, Tom Bill found himself in the arm, with as much force could avvinghiatosi his neck, screaming out loud series of unconnected sentences, each of which is contained in at least one time the words Tomi, age and non-us -I believe-. It had taken
almost a quarter of an hour to get away off Bill, and Tom was successful only because Simon, probably concerned about the safety of his eldest son who seemed to dramatically close to collapse from lack of oxygen, had suggested to discard the gifts: a Then, Bill had shot off like a ping-pong table to the gifts, while Tom watched him and wondered if he had stayed still a drop of blood in the body of his brother, or if he was completely overwhelmed by the alcohol .
When Bill had literally threw the gifts and had shouted "Tomi, quack", the answer came by itself.
After opening gifts, Bill had finally recovered and seemed much more sober, mainly because Tom had spent the last hour and a half to divert all the waiters who passed on their side and to ensure that his brother could even minimally meet with a drop of alcohol: nevertheless Bill was still in the midst of his forces ( which, alas, can not be said of his mental faculties , she thought sadly Tom) and in the throes of one of his delusions of leadership, was trotting on stage, dragging the larger twin and had improvised a speech. He then made a bow, invited visitors to continue the evening and had apparently evaporated, Tom with him.
"Gott, I'm exhausted. "Bill sighed, making slipping on the ice wall and sitting on the ground.
"But if there are only four hours and you jump size for the whole bar ..." The Tom reproached, after closing the door of the closet and sat next esserglisi, not without several verses of disappointment about what this place is cold.
"I used to warm up, not for more! "Protested the child with a pout, get closer to his brother.
"Oh, ja? I thought I did for your delusions of leadership. "
" I do not I delusions of leadership! "
" No, not you. "Tom left to run, or the speech could get really unpleasant.
The closet fell silent, and both were staring at the wall for a few minutes in front of them, not until Tom cleared his throat with a cough.
'Bill. He fumbled in his pockets, while the eyes of his brother is targeted at him, curious. "You know I'm not good at this sort of thing, but I'll try anyway ..."
Pulling out a red box packed at all points, put it in the hands of Bill. "Mh ... Well, yes, well, congratulations. "
Bill's eyes, which had meanwhile reached disproportionate size, began to slowly fill with a mixture of pure happiness and something to utter despair as he tried to make sense to say something.
'TOMI! "He screamed at the end, almost hysterical. "We said no gifts! "
" I know. "Tom smiled and dismissed with a shrug.
In no time, Bill had rejected the gift and had been staring at him stunned, the tears in his eyes. Inside the box towered a ring, a silver wedding ring, with some brilliant black here and there, inside and engraved their initials.
"That's stupid, I know, but no-"
"Tomi! "Interrupted his brother embraced him even closer than he had done hours earlier, while the joy and concern still swing in her eyes. "It's beautiful ... Fuck, Tomi, we said no gifts! "
" I know. "He just meet Tom, although in reality the same choking and could not utter many words.
"Gott, Tomi ..." Bill, broke off abruptly, put his head in his hands and began to shake wildly to the right and left. "No gifts, you agreed with me! Shit, shit, shit! "Needless to clarify that in that moment he felt quite a fool for having believed in the words of his brother.
"Bill, enough, I got it! "Tom hastened to reassure him, Shooting raising his arms and putting her hands on those twin in order to restrain him before he did come from seasickness. "You can fix that, right? Sudden something ... "then whispered, coming closer, his eyes fixed on her and the tips of their noses so close to touching.
And Bill, sitting on the ground and pressed against the wall by his brother that he had spent almost astride, was absolutely sure that the shiver down my spine had nothing to do with ice.
"Tom, not here! "Shouted excitedly, trying to hold back, but only in exchange for getting a nice butt from the cold wall.
"Why not? She asked him innocently, moving the head and devoting his attention to something else.
"It's full of people there! "He tried to dissuade him once.
"Please. The music is very high, the vast majority of people are drunk, do you really think we are looking for here? "Objected Tom, while he was far more busy chewing on his ear to listen seriously.
"We're in a fucking closet the staff! And two.
"So what? We have done much worse in places, I seem to remember. "With another shrug, his hand began to undo the zipper of my jacket, more and more disinterested in the protests of Bill.
" Shit, Tom, it freezes! I'm not going to do it in an igloo! And three.
At the mention of the third ground, the ears of Tom literally stood on end. If he was still capable of discernment, and God only knew what he was able, barely, after drinking two glasses of champagne because of babysitting the younger sister, had clearly heard that the complaining of the cold. A-ha, he admitted, the bastard .
"Oh no, dear. If it were up to me now would be the bed of a bungalow in the Maldives to copulate like rabbits. "He took care to state, placing a particular emphasis on key words such as bed , bungalow, Maldives and, not least, copulate. "But no, the Snow Queen wanted to organize his grand gala at the castle with the people! Whose fault is it if your ass is becoming a princely frozen? "
Bill had to bite his tongue not to respond in kind, although he knew to be completely in the wrong. On the other hand, knew that Tom was not really angry with him, but he was only upset because he had to give in to his plans, and also knew that if he had not satisfied, the proposed action would be a long long long period of abstinence and, at worst, the escapades of his brother looking for some groupie. In short, considering the pros and cons, it was much better to sit silent.
"For heaven's sake, if we get caught we're screwed. "It was just his answer.
"Ok, I unwrapped my gift? "Trying to distract from the twin catastrophic thoughts, Tom looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Yes, Tomi, you can discard your gift. "Bill sighed, giving in to the blandishments of his brother.
"Yay! "The cry of joy for Tom, Bill could not not miss a laugh, he seemed a boy of eight who had received permission to buy a new toy, but the eighteen year old full of common sense that, theoretically, should have be. Finally welcomed
that he got his birthday present, Tom had finished his jacket which came loose on the floor, not far from the two, leaving Bill in none other than a short-sleeved striped T-shirt.
"Tom, the ice is FUCKIN ICE CREAM! Yelled, raising his voice an octave at least once the bare arms had touched the wall.
"Come on? I wonder why ... "scoffed Tom licked his lips.
"If I take a bronchitis and I can not sing, do you explain David-t" The complaints were interrupted by the lips of Bill's brother, who was well thought out so well that if Bill could give breath to the mouth, that at least he used to do something constructive.
So while Tom was busy torturing percing the language of Bill, Bill rushed to imitate the actions of his brother and levargli to turn his coat. Among the wailing of the smaller twin, Tom's hands slid down to start fiddling with his belt, and once the parade, even those levargli: the gesture did not seem to appreciate, because the dark did not hesitate to bite his tongue to brother, who drew back abruptly, annoyed.
"Gott, my legs! "Bill yelled a voice even higher when the bare skin touched the floor.
"Bill, stop complaining. "Snapped Tom, as he went to try to remove them even boots. "The more continuous, more is prolonged. "
" Tom, please take my shoes and you're dead. "Bill hissed in a voice sharp impiety to see that his brother was about to do.
"Ok, no shoes. "Tom hastened to respond by raising both hands. "What is sexy. "
" Fuck. "With a sharp response and a move just as fast, Bill moved away from the wall and his legs on either side of Tom, she found herself astride on his brother, lying beneath him, looking for the waistband of his jeans, his hands hastily filed and not lost time to take off my pants. "Cold, Tomi? "Do not forget to ask a mellifluous after hearing the hiss of disapproval of Tom.
"I do not know what, asshole. "Overturning of new positions and end up making Bill on the ground, Tom put his hands on the sides of his brother, who shuddered at the touch of cold fingers, and made her go down the elastic of underwear. Ten seconds later, even those were part of the pile of clothes thrown in the corner of the closet. In response, the boxer Tom did the same end after a few moments. Bill es'aggrappò
arched his back to Tom's shirt and strusciandoglisi against the groin: he had a desperate need of heat and, although they were both wet due to ice, its brother was the hottest thing he had available.
"Impatient, Bill? "Tom asked with a mischievous grin, moving his head just enough to let a few inches away from each other, face to face, while wearing breathing condensation, blurred vision.
"Quack, Tomi! "I pleaded with the child, by crashing their lips without much delay and in a hasty kiss, throwing her arms around him, without knowing if he had more need to get back on dry land or to hear Tom in him.
smiling in the kiss, Tom did get his hand finally happy to see his brother to lose the reason below him, and Bill could not help but wince when he heard two wet fingers and God, fucking cold, entrargli in and begin to move back and forth, back and forth, gradually increasing the speed of the rhythm.
"Tom ... Tomi ..." Panting, Bill squeezed even more to his brother, as if his life depended on how his grip remained firm. "Mehr ..." then whispered between groans, not yet satisfied; to his words, Tom raised his finger, receiving a long series of protests and whining inconsistent, and put his hands on his hips.
"Tomi! "Cried the dark when Tom's voice choked and went inside, fuck the goddamn ice now had anything but cold.
Thrust after thrust, the disjointed monosyllables were reduced to a series of moans and while the hands of Bill rasta sank in the other, Tom had to press his lips violently on his brother to drown out the screams at the moment when both were Tom in Bill, and Bill on his shirt.
"Well. "Tom gasped, breaking away. "If this is the gift, we have birthdays more often. "
" Only ... ... No more ice. "Bill muttered letting go of the hair taken from his brother.
"I could not agree more. "He agreed Major, moving and going to retrieve the pile of clothes thrown than its own Bill, put on boxers and pants, followed by the jacket.
then helps the child to get up, the two exchanged a kiss and hurried Tom opened the door of the closet.
"If they ask ... Did you fall on the ice and pulled me down. "Imagine the blonde, looking for a plausible excuse to explain their clothes wet. "... Does it work? "
" Maybe. "Bill said with a look amused. "As long as you do not see the shirt. "He concluded, pulling up the zipper of my jacket.
wanting ten minutes to midnight on September 1, ICE dell'IndoChine Bar Club in Hamburg was to say the least crowded with people, despite the invitation to the party had been restricted only to relatives and close friends. In slalom through the crowd, Bill Kaulitz spent the last few minutes of hopping from one friend to another minor, a bit 'agitated, a bit' because it was already there to charge the fifth glass of vodka and adrenaline did not wanted to learn to duck.
Needless to say, the mix of alcohol and hyperactivity of the now normal-yet-to-seventeen just made him up so high that he could be seen to sparkle a mile away, and you could not help but wonder how it was possible that the Ice Bar had not yet resolved, although only a quarter of an hour before we had gone by: Bill had, in fact, had the brilliant idea to throw off the butt of the cigarette, and in no time at all, and Andreas Georg had slingshots to turn it off, then rushing to the singer with all kinds of curses. Bill, CONSIDERED offended, she then began wandering through the crowd and there he is, at exactly 8 minutes and 38 seconds after midnight, drink in hand and ready to enjoy the waterfall cards that would run over shortly.
Meanwhile, Tom Kaulitz stared with a gesture almost manic at the clock, counting one by one, the 506 seconds that separated him from the coveted milestone of age. He had been almost completely teetotal, and the temperature of the bar near the Arctic does not help at all: he had spent whole day arguing with Bill about where to hold the party, and still could not understand why his proposal of eighteen years celebrated in a beautiful tropical island had been rejected.
Bill had played defense in his paper relatives & friends, who were prevented from leaving the country en masse to celebrate with them, but Tom had responded very well relax with the paper, which included three days of complete solitude in their total available And then ...? Oh, yeah. And then Bill had to do the infamous, pulling out the card sweet eyes at the sight of which Tom had given up and, sighing, had given him carte blanche to the sister organization of the party. And now there he was, sitting on a chair stupid ice, with completely numb butt, talking about driving and cars with Gustav. Another look at the clock, and only 286 seconds remaining, what he had to do for his brother ...
At midnight came a roar worthy of a chorus of fans at the stadium, including an avalanche of balloons launched in air, Tom Bill found himself in the arm, with as much force could avvinghiatosi his neck, screaming out loud series of unconnected sentences, each of which is contained in at least one time the words Tomi, age and non-us -I believe-. It had taken
almost a quarter of an hour to get away off Bill, and Tom was successful only because Simon, probably concerned about the safety of his eldest son who seemed to dramatically close to collapse from lack of oxygen, had suggested to discard the gifts: a Then, Bill had shot off like a ping-pong table to the gifts, while Tom watched him and wondered if he had stayed still a drop of blood in the body of his brother, or if he was completely overwhelmed by the alcohol .
When Bill had literally threw the gifts and had shouted "Tomi, quack", the answer came by itself.
After opening gifts, Bill had finally recovered and seemed much more sober, mainly because Tom had spent the last hour and a half to divert all the waiters who passed on their side and to ensure that his brother could even minimally meet with a drop of alcohol: nevertheless Bill was still in the midst of his forces ( which, alas, can not be said of his mental faculties , she thought sadly Tom) and in the throes of one of his delusions of leadership, was trotting on stage, dragging the larger twin and had improvised a speech. He then made a bow, invited visitors to continue the evening and had apparently evaporated, Tom with him.
"Gott, I'm exhausted. "Bill sighed, making slipping on the ice wall and sitting on the ground.
"But if there are only four hours and you jump size for the whole bar ..." The Tom reproached, after closing the door of the closet and sat next esserglisi, not without several verses of disappointment about what this place is cold.
"I used to warm up, not for more! "Protested the child with a pout, get closer to his brother.
"Oh, ja? I thought I did for your delusions of leadership. "
" I do not I delusions of leadership! "
" No, not you. "Tom left to run, or the speech could get really unpleasant.
The closet fell silent, and both were staring at the wall for a few minutes in front of them, not until Tom cleared his throat with a cough.
'Bill. He fumbled in his pockets, while the eyes of his brother is targeted at him, curious. "You know I'm not good at this sort of thing, but I'll try anyway ..."
Pulling out a red box packed at all points, put it in the hands of Bill. "Mh ... Well, yes, well, congratulations. "
Bill's eyes, which had meanwhile reached disproportionate size, began to slowly fill with a mixture of pure happiness and something to utter despair as he tried to make sense to say something.
'TOMI! "He screamed at the end, almost hysterical. "We said no gifts! "
" I know. "Tom smiled and dismissed with a shrug.
In no time, Bill had rejected the gift and had been staring at him stunned, the tears in his eyes. Inside the box towered a ring, a silver wedding ring, with some brilliant black here and there, inside and engraved their initials.
"That's stupid, I know, but no-"
"Tomi! "Interrupted his brother embraced him even closer than he had done hours earlier, while the joy and concern still swing in her eyes. "It's beautiful ... Fuck, Tomi, we said no gifts! "
" I know. "He just meet Tom, although in reality the same choking and could not utter many words.
"Gott, Tomi ..." Bill, broke off abruptly, put his head in his hands and began to shake wildly to the right and left. "No gifts, you agreed with me! Shit, shit, shit! "Needless to clarify that in that moment he felt quite a fool for having believed in the words of his brother.
"Bill, enough, I got it! "Tom hastened to reassure him, Shooting raising his arms and putting her hands on those twin in order to restrain him before he did come from seasickness. "You can fix that, right? Sudden something ... "then whispered, coming closer, his eyes fixed on her and the tips of their noses so close to touching.
And Bill, sitting on the ground and pressed against the wall by his brother that he had spent almost astride, was absolutely sure that the shiver down my spine had nothing to do with ice.
"Tom, not here! "Shouted excitedly, trying to hold back, but only in exchange for getting a nice butt from the cold wall.
"Why not? She asked him innocently, moving the head and devoting his attention to something else.
"It's full of people there! "He tried to dissuade him once.
"Please. The music is very high, the vast majority of people are drunk, do you really think we are looking for here? "Objected Tom, while he was far more busy chewing on his ear to listen seriously.
"We're in a fucking closet the staff! And two.
"So what? We have done much worse in places, I seem to remember. "With another shrug, his hand began to undo the zipper of my jacket, more and more disinterested in the protests of Bill.
" Shit, Tom, it freezes! I'm not going to do it in an igloo! And three.
At the mention of the third ground, the ears of Tom literally stood on end. If he was still capable of discernment, and God only knew what he was able, barely, after drinking two glasses of champagne because of babysitting the younger sister, had clearly heard that the complaining of the cold. A-ha, he admitted, the bastard .
"Oh no, dear. If it were up to me now would be the bed of a bungalow in the Maldives to copulate like rabbits. "He took care to state, placing a particular emphasis on key words such as bed , bungalow, Maldives and, not least, copulate. "But no, the Snow Queen wanted to organize his grand gala at the castle with the people! Whose fault is it if your ass is becoming a princely frozen? "
Bill had to bite his tongue not to respond in kind, although he knew to be completely in the wrong. On the other hand, knew that Tom was not really angry with him, but he was only upset because he had to give in to his plans, and also knew that if he had not satisfied, the proposed action would be a long long long period of abstinence and, at worst, the escapades of his brother looking for some groupie. In short, considering the pros and cons, it was much better to sit silent.
"For heaven's sake, if we get caught we're screwed. "It was just his answer.
"Ok, I unwrapped my gift? "Trying to distract from the twin catastrophic thoughts, Tom looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Yes, Tomi, you can discard your gift. "Bill sighed, giving in to the blandishments of his brother.
"Yay! "The cry of joy for Tom, Bill could not not miss a laugh, he seemed a boy of eight who had received permission to buy a new toy, but the eighteen year old full of common sense that, theoretically, should have be. Finally welcomed
that he got his birthday present, Tom had finished his jacket which came loose on the floor, not far from the two, leaving Bill in none other than a short-sleeved striped T-shirt.
"Tom, the ice is FUCKIN ICE CREAM! Yelled, raising his voice an octave at least once the bare arms had touched the wall.
"Come on? I wonder why ... "scoffed Tom licked his lips.
"If I take a bronchitis and I can not sing, do you explain David-t" The complaints were interrupted by the lips of Bill's brother, who was well thought out so well that if Bill could give breath to the mouth, that at least he used to do something constructive.
So while Tom was busy torturing percing the language of Bill, Bill rushed to imitate the actions of his brother and levargli to turn his coat. Among the wailing of the smaller twin, Tom's hands slid down to start fiddling with his belt, and once the parade, even those levargli: the gesture did not seem to appreciate, because the dark did not hesitate to bite his tongue to brother, who drew back abruptly, annoyed.
"Gott, my legs! "Bill yelled a voice even higher when the bare skin touched the floor.
"Bill, stop complaining. "Snapped Tom, as he went to try to remove them even boots. "The more continuous, more is prolonged. "
" Tom, please take my shoes and you're dead. "Bill hissed in a voice sharp impiety to see that his brother was about to do.
"Ok, no shoes. "Tom hastened to respond by raising both hands. "What is sexy. "
" Fuck. "With a sharp response and a move just as fast, Bill moved away from the wall and his legs on either side of Tom, she found herself astride on his brother, lying beneath him, looking for the waistband of his jeans, his hands hastily filed and not lost time to take off my pants. "Cold, Tomi? "Do not forget to ask a mellifluous after hearing the hiss of disapproval of Tom.
"I do not know what, asshole. "Overturning of new positions and end up making Bill on the ground, Tom put his hands on the sides of his brother, who shuddered at the touch of cold fingers, and made her go down the elastic of underwear. Ten seconds later, even those were part of the pile of clothes thrown in the corner of the closet. In response, the boxer Tom did the same end after a few moments. Bill es'aggrappò
arched his back to Tom's shirt and strusciandoglisi against the groin: he had a desperate need of heat and, although they were both wet due to ice, its brother was the hottest thing he had available.
"Impatient, Bill? "Tom asked with a mischievous grin, moving his head just enough to let a few inches away from each other, face to face, while wearing breathing condensation, blurred vision.
"Quack, Tomi! "I pleaded with the child, by crashing their lips without much delay and in a hasty kiss, throwing her arms around him, without knowing if he had more need to get back on dry land or to hear Tom in him.
smiling in the kiss, Tom did get his hand finally happy to see his brother to lose the reason below him, and Bill could not help but wince when he heard two wet fingers and God, fucking cold, entrargli in and begin to move back and forth, back and forth, gradually increasing the speed of the rhythm.
"Tom ... Tomi ..." Panting, Bill squeezed even more to his brother, as if his life depended on how his grip remained firm. "Mehr ..." then whispered between groans, not yet satisfied; to his words, Tom raised his finger, receiving a long series of protests and whining inconsistent, and put his hands on his hips.
"Tomi! "Cried the dark when Tom's voice choked and went inside, fuck the goddamn ice now had anything but cold.
Thrust after thrust, the disjointed monosyllables were reduced to a series of moans and while the hands of Bill rasta sank in the other, Tom had to press his lips violently on his brother to drown out the screams at the moment when both were Tom in Bill, and Bill on his shirt.
"Well. "Tom gasped, breaking away. "If this is the gift, we have birthdays more often. "
" Only ... ... No more ice. "Bill muttered letting go of the hair taken from his brother.
"I could not agree more. "He agreed Major, moving and going to retrieve the pile of clothes thrown than its own Bill, put on boxers and pants, followed by the jacket.
then helps the child to get up, the two exchanged a kiss and hurried Tom opened the door of the closet.
"If they ask ... Did you fall on the ice and pulled me down. "Imagine the blonde, looking for a plausible excuse to explain their clothes wet. "... Does it work? "
" Maybe. "Bill said with a look amused. "As long as you do not see the shirt. "He concluded, pulling up the zipper of my jacket.
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