Date: 02/03/12 01:55 am Title: Punishment
Yeah, I can imagine...I'd HATE myself if I was attracted to one of my siblings...especially if I'd been attracted long enough for me to realize it was actually romantic love...*shudder* However, if my sibling felt the same and wanted to pursue a relationship, I would acquiesce...Like Tom did XD
Author's Response: I lucked out in as that neither of my siblings are attractive. \o/
Date: 02/02/12 11:25 pm Title: Punishment
Poor Tomi!! He must have been so tortured, thinking that Bill was just scared of him and that he was raping his beloved brother...POOR TOMI!!!!!!!! And lols at Bill pushing over the guitar to get Tom to "punish" him XD Awesome job yet again, Gaja-san ^-^
Author's Response: *bows* I imagine that, if someone were to go through something like this in real life, it would be pretty brain screwing.
Date: 08/22/09 12:58 pm Title: Punishment
He'd been desperately in love with his twin for years, nearly as long as he could remember, and it killed him inside. Every touch they shared, every time their knees accidentally brushed in an interview, and, worst of all, every time Bill slunk up behind him during a show and did his little dance, were agony to Tom. A beautiful torture he had to endure for the good of himself and the group. – oh Tom *sigh*
It took Tom a moment to remember to breathe again, looking down at his plate and back at Bill, a mask of irritation covering over the flicker of lust in his belly. "Hey, that was my strawberry!" he exclaimed, glowering across the table. – awh
Rolling his eyes dramatically, Tom stepped up next to Bill, close enough that his pelvis barely touched Bill's hip, and parted his legs just in time for Bill to shove his foot between Tom's own. Smirking to himself, Tom gave the camera his most sultry look, rubbing lightly against Bill under the pretext of gathering up his customary handful of shirt. – naughty Tomi!
Gustav was the only one who wasn't crushed into the seemingly innocent pile of flesh sexing the camera with their eyes, standing slightly separate to Bill's right, and, as always, completely lost in his own world. He'd stopped enjoying the photoshoots years ago, but suffered through them in silence, unsmiling, uncaring. He was there in body, but his spirit was miles away. – lol I’ve noticed
"Tom, you stand in the middle of the frame. No, wait! Kneel. Bill, I want you to stand behind him, hands on his shoulders," he said, shaping his vision wildly with his hands. – you love it you konw you do the torture is exquisite!
For another half hour the photographer posed them like dolls. Stand, sit, hands, backs, lean, endless directions called out that they followed obediently. As always. Finally Tom was waved away so that the photographer could focus on Bill. This was always Tom's favourite part of the photoshoots. – you big voyeur you!
"It sucks that Bravo is just going to butcher them, though. I mean, I sit around for how long, doing my best to look as perfect as I can, and then they just airbrush me within an inch of my life anyway. Why would they want to mess with such perfection," Bill asked, stealing another fry. – lol OMG!
"Well, maybe it is all about me!" Bill yelled back, standing in his irritation. "I'm the face of this group. Without me what do you have? You, Georg, and Gustav. Oh, yeah, there's a wonderful set. I can see all the girls just falling over themselves to get that magazine. I'm the one they really want to see." – he’s kind of right. I love the others but it’s Bill I really want to see photographed he’s always so beautiful!
"If you won't shut up, I'll shut you up myself," Tom hissed. An instant later his mouth was glued over Bill's, his tongue forcing its way easily past Bill's teeth as his twin's jaw went limp in shock. With a will of their own, Tom's hands snuck themselves into the crisp tangle of Bill's hair, dragging his brother closer as his tongue probed the salty recesses of Bill's mouth, rolling lazily across the ball sunk into the middle of Bill's tongue. - *gapes, gasps and blushes* OMG
The old adage of distance making the heart grow fonder was proving to be painfully true for Tom. The farther Bill pulled away from him, the more his heart ached to be close again. Every absent movement Bill made was erotically amplified in Tom's mind; every word carried a double meaning to his ears. – oh Tomi!
"You're the stupid one," he hissed into Bill’s wide-eyed face. Closing the gap between them, he once more ravished Bill's mouth, seeking out the delicate ball marring his twin's tongue.
In the gloom cast by the television, he didn't notice Bill's eyes flutter gently shut, his mouth opening just enough to let Tom in but still seem accidental. – oh! *flushes*
Alone, Bill felt at the damp spot on his neck, wondering if it would bruise. A faint smile played at the edges of his lips as he looked towards Tom's escape path. – naughty Bill!
"Stop fidgeting," Bill whispered behind his painted on smile, seeming to incidentally rest his free hand on Tom's leg to keep him from moving around quite so much.
Instantly Tom sat up a little straighter and focused harder on the interview, distracting his mind from the hand warming its way through the knee of his jeans. He went from quiet and reserved., letting Bill do the talking, to quipping with the interviewer, stealing the microphone away from Bill, and talking over Georg. Just like everyone expected of him. – that’s a neat trick!
Furrowing briefly, Tom chanced a look at his brother, Bill's eyes giving him challenge. "Guess we'll never know with the way you never shut up," Tom said with a smirk, pulling at one of Bill's stripes in return.
"Are you going to try to shut me up?" Bill teased. – lol
Bracing himself with one arm, Tom reached between them with the other, fumbling awkwardly with Bill's belt until he could get it to come loose, then attacking the button and zipper, tugging at the slide helplessly until Bill held the waistband still for him. Pushing the pants roughly downward, Tom sank his hand under the elastic of Bill's boxers, his fingers hesitating for a moment before brushing tentatively against the most forbidden thing he had ever allowed them to touch. – oh my!
On the floor, Bill shuddered as Tom carefully stroked his fingers along his cock, the light, careful touches a dramatic contrast to the deep hunting Tom's tongue was performing against his mouth. It took everything he had in him not to react, not to kiss back too obviously or thrust upwards against Tom's hand. Bill knew the moment he did anything, Tom would run away again. So he lay as still as he could, cold soda soaking through the back of his shirt and into his hair, twitching involuntarily as Tom touched him. – oh
Slowly he picked up his pace, the dry friction of his hand against Bill calling his attention. Sneaking his hand out of Bill's shorts, Tom pressed his hand into the soda mess surrounding them, slicking his brother with the sugary water and picking up speed until Bill gasped under him, his twin's hands balling into the front of his shirt.
"Oh god, Tom," Bill breathed, thrusting up against his brother's handhold and coming hard. "Tom Tom Tooommmm." – OMG so hot!
Tom merely shook his head sadly and stood, leaving the kitchen in silence. – lol he came with your name on his lips doesn’t that tell you anything Tom?
Bill hadn't pushed him away. He hadn't even tried. Bill just laid there and took it quietly, and that ripped Tom's heart to shreds. Bill was too afraid of him to try to fight him off and had just taken it, and still Tom wanted to do it again. And again and again. The mere memory of Bill's face as he came, head back, mouth open, eyes closed, made Tom ache almost more than he could stand. - *shudders* not quite!
"Oh, hey, Tom. One more thing," he added, waiting for Tom to swing his eyes up to meet with his own. Holding Tom's gaze, Bill carefully hooked his foot behind the nearest guitar, the black Gibson, and nudged it off its stand, sending it clattering to the floor in an angry twang of strings. "Oops."
Tom's jaw dropped in horror. "You fucking did that on purpose!" – lol you know it lol
Tom felt the familiar warmth bubble up in his belly as he looked up at his brother, standing there with that damn blameless look on his face. Reaching out, he caught Bill by the belt, dragging him down to his level and clamoring over him once more. "Oh, I'll show you what the big deal is," he growled, diving into the aggressive kisses he had been trying to avoid. – lol anger pushes Tom over the edge.
"No. No, no, dammit, no. I can't do this, I can't," he said, climbing off Bill and pushing himself to his feet.
Rolling onto his belly, Bill grabbed Tom's foot midstride, tripping him up and dropping him to the floor. Slinking up his brother's back, Bill leaned in close to Tom's ear. "Then let me," he whispered, nipping at his twin's earlobe.
"What?" Tom asked, astonished – stupid boy! *giggles* so HOT Bill so hot!
"Always," Bill breathed against Tom's ear. "As far back as I can remember. I just never thought you felt the same." - lol
"Where?" – lol that would have totally been my response too. Lol I would have been Just as dumb lol
"That was.. that's was just..."
"That was amazing," Bill finished for him. "I should have kicked your guitar over years ago."
Grinning, Tom bent down and kissed Bill softly. "Just remember that you don't need to do that again if you want me."
"You don't have near enough guitars for me to be able to do that every time," Bill teased, cuddling against Tom happily. – lol
So hot! OMG so hot!
Author's Response: *bows* :D
Date: 07/11/09 02:27 pm Title: Punishment
...A beautiful torture he had to endure for the good of himself and the group... - poor tomi *grins*
...He'd stopped enjoying the photoshoots years ago, but suffered through them in silence, unsmiling, uncaring... - but WHY gustav???? its such a shame waste of handsome-ness
..."If you won't shut up, I'll shut you up myself," Tom hissed. An instant later his mouth was glued over Bill's... - bill deserved that of course heeeee
..."Are you going to try to shut me up?" Bill teased... - wouldnt we all love that =P
...I thought that knocking over the Gibson would earn me the worst 'punishment' you could give me. I didn't think you'd try to leave... - bill should have broke the guitar in half - then see what tom would do *evil laugh*
...You don't have near enough guitars for me to be able to do that every time... - hmmmm, is that an implicit request???? 0___0
*just read tokiohotelgurl's fic - a voice for tom... and this was one of her favs... so tadaaaaaa, here's ur review ^___^
Author's Response: Aw, so you don't just read everything of mine on merit? Sad face. :(
Date: 10/18/08 02:13 am Title: Punishment
Aww wow. That was awesome. Cute, angsty, aggressive, and hot all in one!
Author's Response: The best of all worlds. ;)
Date: 03/21/08 09:05 am Title: Punishment
Yummy. No one can resist either of them. Oh Tomi, how could you not see through that schemy little brother of yours! Liked this v.much :)
Gosh, I want to become a photographer and do a photo shoot of the twins - fine, I might be jailed after that shoot, but at least I'd be a happy jailbird.
*off to kick guitars and steal hairsprays*
Author's Response: Dear Bill is made of scheming. :D
Date: 03/03/08 06:12 pm Title: Punishment
omg :D:D:D !
that was so awesome! I loved it!
You're such an amazing writer! I can't believe you wrote this story so well ^^
It's pure love!
Author's Response: Aww, several dozen thank you's to YOU! :D I'm going to go beam now. :)