Wedding Sex
Dec. 30th, 2009 08:32 pm
So this is my first ever smut. I posted it a while ago on TokioHotelFiction so I thought I may as well post it here. It's twincest (between Bill and Tom from the band Tokio Hotel) and NC17, so please don't read this is it's going to offend you. I would love to know what you think! I apologise for grammatical mistakes, they are a frequent occurance, yucky. And also it was my first EVER smut, so it's not too good. Whoops. Anyway, enjoy!
Summary: Bill and Tom; horny at a wedding. Pretty self explanatory.
Bill hummed and leant against a supporting pole in the enormous tent. He smiled and folded his arms across his chest as he watched his mother twirl by with her newly wedded husband, Gordon. She looked radiant, she glowed in the warm evening sun that washed lazily into the tent’s open flaps.
“She looks so happy,” a voice sounded quietly from behind Bill.
Bill turned around to see his brother holding two glasses of Champagne. Tom offered one to Bill and Bill took it gratefully with a brief, “Thanks.”
“It makes getting married seem so much more appealing,” Tom said.
Bill frowned and took a sip of his Champagne, “What?”
“This,” Tom waved his arm at the wedding party that was thriving spectacularly under the canvas, “It’s so beautiful.”
Bill’s brow furrowed further, “You think you’ll get married?”
Tom looked at him strangely, “I didn’t say that.”
“I know,” Bill said slowly, “But you implied...”
Tom’s expression relaxed, “You think I’m going to get married?” He grinned in amusement.
Bill looked sheepish, his cheeks flushed slightly, “No,” he mumbled, looking down and toeing a tuft of beach grass with his boot.
“I just think this is a nice way to do it.” Tom shrugged and stepped closer to Bill to watch their mother as Gordon dipped her low before planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek at which she giggled and swiped a hand across in mock indignation.
“So you would get married if you could do it like this?” Bill said, trying to adopt a casually inquisitive tone.
“Bill,” Tom lowered his voice, “I don’t think it’s very likely that you or me are going to get married. Given the circumstances.”
Bill’s cheeks tinted again, “Suppose not,” he muttered.
Tom bumped shoulders with Bill gently, “You’re not getting jealous of a non-existent bride are you?”
Bill scowled at Tom and stalked away to see what the caterers had to offer. After shoving through several dancing couples and a few elders who tried to allure him into apathetic conversation, Bill finally discovered the food tables set out along the back of the vast white tent. He scoured the delicacies disdainfully before he was tempted by some cute looking miniature sandwiches and popped two into his mouth. He hummed in pleasure then decided to tuck two more in.
Tom watched Bill in adoration as he stuffed the sandwiches into his mouth. His bother still managed to exceed all beauty at the wedding by a clear mile even with too much food in his mouth. Tom’s dick was asking for more than just a view of Bill as he made his way towards him, he wanted his little brother.
“Found the food I see,” Bill spun to see Tom looking amused.
“Fwadoyoofwanc?”
Tom chuckled, “I’m sorry, what?”
Bill glowered as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of mini delectables, he chewed and swallowed with as much grace as he could muster, “I said; what do you want?”
“You,” Tom said simply, and slid his hands into his pockets, giving Bill a lop-sided smile from under the bill of his cap.
Bill gulped and momentarily forgot to breathe, his twin’s words went straight to his heart and then his cock. Then Bill remembered he was supposed to be pissed at his brother and he said with a huff, “You can’t have me.”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Bill, I told you, I don’t want to get married.”
“You didn’t actually say that,” Bill said petulantly.
Tom scoffed and took a step closer to Bill, “I don’t think you really have to worry about my future marital arrangements.”
Bill scowled, “Whatever.” He receded a step, into the table, Tom was advancing on him, right in the midst of their mothers wedding no less!
“Do you want me to get married?” Tom asked lowly.
Bill shook his head, his dreads whipping across his face slightly, “Tom,” he warned.
Tom didn’t stop, “Good,” he said, “And I don’t want you to get married either.”
Bill nodded quickly, wide eyed. He really wanted Tom to be on top of him right now. But his twin’s timing was a little inappropriate. He gulped and gave the tiniest shake of his head, hoping Tom would get the pretty essential message.
“Bill! Tom!”
Both twins snapped out of their temporary loss of awareness and groaned as their Great Aunt Sylvia came hobbling up to them with a scowl moulded onto her wrinkled old features. Tom immediately stepped next to Bill, pressed shoulder to shoulder with his twin in an attempt to escape the unfortunate predicament that was their Great Aunt.
Bill plastered a fake smile across his face, “Hi Auntie Sylvia, how are you doing?”
“Not great. The hospitality is appalling! I thought you’re mother would take better care of me,” she huffed and reached forward to pull Bill to her. He whined in protest but didn’t manage to avoid the rather unpleasant kiss she planted in determination on his cheek.
“It is her wedding Auntie,” Bill said in exasperation as she released him.
Tom chuckled at Bill’s indignant expression but was hushed as Bill’s elbow connected painfully with his ribs.
“I was on my feet all day when it was my wedding,” Sylvia boasted pompously.
“Um, do you want to sit down?” Bill offered, taking his Aunt’s arm and guiding her to a table with a few seats clustered around it.
Tom watched Bill lead Great Aunt Sylvia towards the chairs in admiration. He’d never had the patience to put up with the tedious antics of various family members whom they only met once a decade practically. In truth, he just didn’t give a shit, they were rude and petulant and he never saw why he had to prove himself to any of them. Bill on the other hand always took into account what everyone’s impression was of him. Even the distant relatives, like Great Aunt Sylvia, he liked to please, to put on a performance and Tom was more than content to sit back and enjoy the show.
He tilted his head and smiled approvingly as Bill bent down, aiding Great Aunt Sylvia into a seat. He had a particularly pleasant view of Bill’s ass and moaned softly as a small strip of skin was exposed from under Bill’s shirt. Tom would have to prove to Bill tonight just how unlikely a wedding was for him and his cock jumped at the thought excitedly.
“Get off me,” Aunt Sylvia batted Bill away in abrupt annoyance, “I can get into my own chair.”
Bill removed his hands and took a step back, biting back a bitter retort, “Um, are you ok now?”
Sylvia fanned herself dramatically, “I would be if it wasn’t so hot in here.”
“I’ll get you a drink,” Bill mumbled before she could demand anything else from him and turned towards the drinks.
He busied himself for a moment with the drinks, debating what his Great Aunt would be partial too on a hot summers day.
Someone touched the small of his back and he jumped slightly; he’d been so preoccupied with his drink selection. He turned around to see Tom standing just behind him. Bill smiled at his twin tiredly.
“What are you doing?” Tom questioned, sweeping his hand down to rest just above the curve of Bill’s ass.
“Tom!” Bill hissed, stepping away from his twin.
Tom shrugged, and his hand dropped to his side. Bill watched in longing for a moment then returned his gaze to the drinks laid out before him, “Getting her a drink. She says she’s too hot. I don’t know what she expects me to do!” He threw his hands up, “Turn the sun down?”
Tom chuckled lightly, “Tell her to stick it.”
Bill shook his head, “Can’t.”
Tom looked at Bill for a while longer then decided his brother needed a break from relatives and family friends whom they barely knew existed. He took hold of Bill’s wrist gently and tugged, “Come on.”
Bill whined a little but trailed after his brother nonetheless. Tom pulled him towards the tent entrance and out into the glowing sun, “Where are we going?”
Tom hushed him and dragged him round to the back of the tent, over the small mounds of sand that had been shifted aside so the huge canvas structure could be set up for their mother and Gordon’s wedding in the dunes.
“Tomi,” Bill bleated.
“You’re so impatient,” Tom mused, “Maybe we should just go back.”
Bill shook his head, “No no, I don’t want to go back just yet.”
“Good,” Tom said. He of course had no intentions what-so-ever of taking Bill back for quite a while.
They continued over several sands dunes, Bill clambering awkwardly in his boots, tugging on Tom’s hand for support. They had left the bustle of the party and were now in almost entire desolation. Tom stopped at last and turned to Bill, his eyes dark and his gaze steady.
Bill stared at Tom, waiting for him to make the next move, his heart hammering. Tom still caused his belly to flip and his heart to ache in a way no one else had made it do so. Even after a lifetime of his company; Bill could never get enough of his twin, and his cock was beginning to ache under the intense stare Tom was treating him to.
“What are we doing here?” He was not surprised to hear his voice come out in a croak.
“Look around,” Tom gestured at the landscape they were standing in.
Bill looked around expectantly, “It’s just sand,” he said flatly as he turned back to Tom.
Tom nodded, “And what do you hear?”
Bill frowned, “Um, nothing.”
Tom nodded again and stepped closer to Bill, wrapping one hand around his waist and brushing the other through his hair affectionately, “Exactly,” He whispered.
Bill gasped softly as Tom swooped in to touch their lips together. It was just a ghost of contact, barely a kiss but it made Bill’s belly swirl and his cock ache. Bill moaned as Tom pulled back slightly and followed his lips desperately.
Tom grinned and tutted, disallowing Bill a kiss just yet, “Wait your turn.”
Bill whimpered, “Tomi-”
But Tom cut him short as he dipped his head and pressed his lips to the skin just protruding from Bill’s collar. He poked his tongue out to taste Bill and Bill gasped in exuberance causing Tom to smile into the soft skin. He worked an unmarked trail up along Bill’s collar bone and across his neck, dropping hot, open mouthed kisses on the scorching skin. Bill threw back his head and clutched Tom urgently, pulling his closer.
He felt a bulge press into his thigh and he smiled, “Someone’s excited.”
Tom rubbed against him, “I think I’ve got reason.” He grunted, his face buried into Bill’s neck, tongue tickling just behind Bill’s ear.
“So that’s what you dragged me out for.” Bill mused quietly.
“You were driving me crazy,” Tom stroked down Bill’s back and cupped his ass over his trousers, “I couldn’t wait.”
Bill moaned his arousal becoming all the more painful as it strained against the fabric of his boxers.
“Gonna fuck you,” Tom stated and Bill groaned, prizing his brother’s lips from his neck to claim them in his own. He felt a satisfying tug in his belly as Tom’s tongue probed into his mouth, gently parting his lips. It felt moist and gentle and tasted delicious. His thoughts switched to something even more delicious on Tom’s body and he rocked forward, pushing into his twin.
Hands were everywhere by now, touching, caressing, stroking where ever they could reach and kisses were more intense. Bill’s was being walked backwards, so powerful were Tom’s advances, “Get on the ground.” Tom commanded.
Bill whined into Tom’s mouth and mumbled against his lips, “I’ll get all sandy.”
Tom pulled away, rolling his eyes at Bill’s diva idiosyncrasy. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it on the sand. Bill smiled appraisingly and settled onto the temporary rug. He held out his arms for Tom so come join him. Tom smiled and obliged, sinking to his knees and leaning forward, cupping Bill’s cheek in a palm, to capture his brother’s lips once more.
After several moments of making out, Bill removed his lips from Tom’s wetly and prowled forward, slinking on his hands and knees, his eyes never leaving Tom’s.
“You look like a cat,” Tom said, leaning back on his palms, smirking at Bill’s performance.
“I’m hunting.” Bill replied, licking his lips seductively.
Tom raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”
Bill nodded, “Oh,” he repeated, smiling coyly at his twin.
“And what are you hunting?” Tom gulped.
“I haven’t decided yet.” Bill affirmed.
“You haven’t?” Tom said, never removing his gaze from Bill.
“Not yet,” Bill pondered what his temptations might be as a cat.
“What about guitarists?” Tom prompted hopefully.
Bill shot a lascivious smirk at Tom then turned away from his twin, revealing a clothed bottom. He waggled his ass in the air, bending low on his forearms and arching his back provocatively, turning his head to see what reaction he might have obtained.
Tom was gawping at Bill’s ass on display and he reached forward to grab it and pull Bill back to him but Bill swatted his hand away, “Nuh-uh. You don’t get to play just yet.” He waved his finger at Tom disapprovingly.
“But I want to,” Tom replied lamely.
Bill skulked forward, away from Tom, his ass shaking smoothly and his shoulder blades stretching and rippling the skin as he moved his hands forward one at a time.
“Maybe I want to go hunt some mice.”
Tom pulled a face, “You don’t want mice.”
“You never know, I might do.” Bill said, turning to look at Tom innocently.
“Bill, come back,” Tom whined.
“I haven’t decided what I want to hunt yet,” Bill said mischievously.
“Quit teasing,” Tom sat up on his heels.
“It’s so much fun, Tomi.” He was about to prowl further away when Tom suddenly grabbed him from behind, winding his arms around his waist and tugging him back.
Bill yelped as he landed in Tom’s lap heavily. He twisted round so he was sideways across his brother’s lap. Tom was smirking at him, “Cat’s need some attention too,” He said as he stroked up and down Bill’s sides.
Bill’s purred and wrapped his skinny arms around Tom’s neck, burying his face into Tom’s shoulder.
“Have you decided what you want to hunt yet?” Tom asked as he slipped a hand under Bill’s shirt and tickled his belly softly.
Bill nodded, “I think so.”
“What is it?”
Bill shifted and flipped a leg round, straddling Tom’s lap, and wrapping his legs tightly around Tom’s waist. He arched his back erotically and hummed, smiling down at Tom. They sat like this, rocking slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes, Tom petting Bill, rubbing his hands up his sides, over his belly, round to his back. The both moaned in unison as Tom’s hands crept down to reach into Bill’s boxers, squeezing gently.
Their almost innocent rocking began to pick up in pace and soon they were both breathless, Bill gripped Tom’s shoulders and slumped forward over his brother, still thrusting insistently into Tom’s groin.
“Tomi, Tomi,” Bill gasped, “You have to get in me.”
Tom shivered at his twins words and groaned, “Biiiiiill.”
“What?”
“Don’t just say things like that.” He moaned.
Bill leant back from Tom’s shoulders and licked Tom’s chin, “Like what?” Bill smiled, almost innocently.
“You know what,” Tom said and kissed Bill hard.
Bill shuddered, “Come on Tomi, fuck me.” Bill whined, “They’re gonna miss us back at the tent.”
Tom’s cock was aching painfully, straining against his boxers, warmth had pooled in his groin long ago in his desperate need for his brother. Just the thought alone of getting in Bill was driving him crazy.
He couldn’t take anymore and he grabbed behind Bill’s knees, flipping him over and eliciting a shocked gasp from his twin. He grinned; glad to have obtained dominance at last. He made quick work of Bill’s belt, ripping his trousers from his little hips along with his boxers. They caught at Bill’s boots and Bill tried to kick them off, but failed. He huffed and sat up, hunching over Tom’s belt, whipping it off in a frenzy.
Tom chuckled at Bill’s desperation for sex, “Calm down.”
Bill shut him up with a glare, “Do you want to have sex with me or not?”
Tom resisted the urge to laugh again and instead focused on Bill’s nimble fingers at his zipper. His trousers and boxers were made short work of and soon Tom too had his bottoms by his ankles, swearing as he kicked them entirely off.
“Not fair,” Bill pouted, I can’t get mine off.”
“You shouldn’t have worn those silly boots then,” Tom noted.
“They’re not silly,” Bill scowled, “You just have no fashion sense.”
“Hey, you don’t call this the height of fashion?” Tom joked, motioning to his attire, “Well actually, neither do I,” he glanced down with disgust at what he had been requested to wear under pain of death.
“I think you look good in a suit. Very sexy,” Bill nodded approvingly.
“You look better,” Tom pushed Bill down onto his jacket gently, placing a hand either side of Bill’s head. He leant close, brushing their noses together, “You look beautiful,” he whispered.
Bill flushed and looked away, his heart skipping delightedly. When he returned his gaze to Tom, he was made aware he was under very close scrutiny. Bill parted his lips slightly and Tom ducked down and captured them in a long, hot kiss. Bill squirmed beneath him, “Please Tomi, in me.”
“So fucking demanding,” To rolled his eyes.
Bill hummed and smiled, reaching down to grab Tom’s cock in his hand. He squeezed lightly, initiating a hiss from Tom. He beamed as Tom’s expression contorted and his arms shook precariously.
Bill pulled at Tom’s hot and very hard dick, loving the way his brother’s breath became short and he twitched above him, shaking with pleasure. He began to move quicker, tugging and gripping it tightly. Tom shuddered and fell forward onto Bill, “Bill, stop.”
Bill grinned but did not stop, he swirled his thumb over the tip and his brother yelped, “Bill! I’m going to come!”
“And that’s a problem because?” Bill teased, carefully rolling back the foreskin.
“Because then I can’t fuck you.” Tom managed to grit out.
Bill sighed and let go of Tom’s now weeping cock, “Fine, get in me now.”
Tom chuckled breathlessly, “You’re acting like it’s a huge sacrifice on your behalf.”
“Maybe it is,” Bill jibed.
“Ok, I’ll just finish myself off on my own then,” To made to roll off Bill but Bill squeaked and prevented him, wrapping his legs around Tom again and kissing him with a moan.
Their cocks mashed together between their bodies causing both twins to exhale noisily. Tom reached down and pressed a finger at Bill’s opening. Bill threw his head back and his breath hitched, “Mmm.”
Tom smiled at his brother fondly and stroked up a thigh, pushing at back so it bent beautifully against Bill’s stomach.
Without warning Tom breached Bill’s hole with two fingers, sliding them in easily. Bill yelped and clenched Tom’s fingers deliciously. He loved the feeling of his brother’s fingers in him. However, he loved the feeling of Tom’s dick in him more. After allowing Tom to play for a bit Bill gasped out, “Tomi, in me!”
“Ok ok, I’m coming.” Tom removed his fingers with a slight pop and Bill moaned; he wanted to be full again.
“Already?” Bill joked with a grin.
Tom rolled his eyes but chuckled all the same, “So lame Bill.”
“You love it.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck me.”
“Ok.”
Tom gripped behind Bill’s knees, pushing his legs back, and opening his little hole wider. He positioned himself above Bill, holding his cock at Bill’s entrance.
“Fuck.” Tom hissed.
“What?” Bill propped himself up on his elbows, I difficult feat considering current position.
“We don’t have any lube.” Tom groaned. “Fuck.”
Bill shook his head, “Don’t need any.”
“Bill-”
“I’m ready.” Bill assured him. He was so ready.
“I barely stretched you.” Tom frowned, he didn’t want to hurt his twin.
Bill reached up to brush a thumb over Tom’s cheek tenderly, “I’m ready,” he repeated.
Tom didn’t look convinced but his cock was telling him otherwise, and the situation was helped further when Bill reached down and gave a quick stroke up Tom’s dick. Tom shuddered, “Ok. If you’re sure.”
Bill nodded, eyes dancing excitedly, “I’m sure.”
Tom leant over Bill and his cock bumped into Bill’s hole, they both hissed and sweat broke out across Bill’s brow.
“Yes, I agree she looked simply divine.”
Bill and Tom froze, the voices had not sounded far off.
“It was a lovely ceremony as well.”
“Shit,” Tom scrambled off Bill, trying to tug on his trousers.
Bill was quicker, yanking up his bottoms and zipping up speedily.
“Fuck,” Tom was struggling with his left foot, Bill grabbed his waist and steadied him so Tom was able to slip his foot into the leg easily.
The voices were approaching at an all too alarming rate and no sooner had the twins managed to dress themselves presentably once more, two middle aged women had risen up the sand dunes.
“Oh, hello boys.”
Bill and Tom smiled nervously, “Hi.” Bill gave a weak wave.
“Shouldn’t you be at your mother’s reception?” One of the women frowned.
“We were just taking a breath of fresh air.” Tom supplied casually and Bill nodded quickly in agreement.
The other woman smiled warmly at them, “Understandable. I’m sure you’re mother wouldn’t mind.”
Bill smiled tentatively, “Yeah, we should get back now though.”
They hurried past the women and leapt down the sand dunes in a rush. Bill almost skidded over and half tumbled down to the bottom of the slope. Tom was at the bottom to catch him and he fell into his arms gratefully, heart racing wildly. Bill shot a glance behind him to check if the women were still there but they had disappeared beyond another sand pile.
“That was close,” he panted.
“Yeah,” Tom agreed.
Bill was shivering and he curled his arms around his waist.
“Are you ok?” Tom’s brow dipped in concern and he stepped closer to Bill.
Bill nodded, “Yeah, it just kinda puts it into perspective. You know?”
Tom copied Bill’s nod slowly, “Yeah, but it’s not the first time.”
Bill winced, “I know.”
Tom touched Bill’s cheek but Bill cringed away. Tom frowned, Bill was always like this after a close call.
He allowed Bill time to relax, watching as Bill accepted the fact that they hadn’t in fact been caught, his muscles visibly releasing the tension they’d been storing. Finally, Bill looked up at Tom and smiled feebly.
Tom returned the smile reassuringly, “We’re good.” Tom raised his hand again to touch Bill’s cheek.
“I know.” This time Bill allowed the contact and leant into the warmth Tom’s palm provided.
“Come on,” Tom took Bill’s hand in his and they set off over the dunes again.
Conversation quickly brewed after the initial shock of near discovery and soon Bill was chatting animatedly at whatever popped into his head. Bill could talk for Germany, Tom mused silently.
“You’re belt is done up funny,” Bill commented as they rounded a dune and the tent re-emerged into view.
Tom looked down at his belt, it was indeed a bit askew; twisted around and looped through in odd places.
Bill giggled, “Come here, I’ll sort it out.”
He worked his fingers magically and soon Tom’s belt was holding up his trousers securely. He kissed Bill quickly, barely sweeping his tongue over his twin’s teeth.
“I still can’t believe you’re wearing a suit.” Bill wondered quietly as they broke apart.
“Yeah, well it’s mum’s wedding isn’t it. Once in a life time and all that.” Tom shrugged, bowing his head to scowl derisively at his less that tasteful outfit.
Bill pouted, “You didn’t wear one for our eighteenth.”
“Yeah but that was my birthday as well.” Tom rolled his eyes, they’d argued about that for weeks before the event. But, Tom thought with a smirk, each time they’d fought, their version of making up was making out. Which more often than not ended up with his cock up Bill’s ass. Even in the studio one time.
“Whatever.” Bill folded his arms and leant against the taut canvas of the tent they were standing outside now.
“Mum asked me to, I did it for her.”
“But you wouldn’t for me?” Bill stuck his bottom lip out petulantly.
“I would do anything for you.” Tom said seriously.
“Except wear a suit?” Bill glowered and Tom thought he looked very cute.
Tom nodded, grinning, “Except wear a suit.” He confirmed.
“You don’t do anything for me,” Bill grumbled.
“I do plenty of things for you,” Tom scoffed.
Bill scowled, “Like what?”
“Like this.”
Bill almost screamed as Tom pulled him forward and slipped his fingers down Bill’s trousers and into his ass.
“Fuck!”
Tom grinned, and steadily pumped in and out of Bill’s ass, loving the way Bill writhed and shook. Bill’s legs almost gave out and Tom shoved him against the tent, supporting Bill’s weight and changing the angle. Bill really did scream then as Tom hit his prostate dead on, but Tom silenced him quickly with a kiss.
“Oh, oh, oh. Fuck Tomi.” Bill’s head was thrown backwards against the white tent in bliss.
Tom grinned smugly, he loved the fact that he was the only one who ever got to see Bill like this, and he was the cause of it all.
Tom pushed in harder and slipped in another digit, Bill gasped and moaned loudly, “Tomi, people are gonna hear us.”
“Not us Bill. You,” Tom smirked, “They won’t; the music’s too loud.”
Bill moaned prettily and hooked a leg around Tom’s hip, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.
Tom smiled and licked his brother’s nose.
“Tomi,” Bill gasped, “I’m gonna come.”
“Already?” he teased.
“Fuck, yes already,” Bill gritted out, his eye screwed shut and his mouth open in a little ‘o’.
Tom jabbed his fingers in hard and Bill shrieked.
“Fuck! Oh jeez guys.”
Bill yelped and Tom removed his fingers so quickly Bill squeaked. They both spun round to see their best friend, Andreas, standing there, bright red and shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.
The twins relaxed at once, “Oh thank God it’s you Andi,” Bill breathed and hooked his pinky into one of Tom’s belt loops, pulling him to his body again. Andreas had known about Bill and Tom from the very beginning of their relationship. An unfortunate camping trip had resulted in Andreas’ discovery of the twins less than conventional dynamics. He’d thrown a fit at first and refused to discuss the matter with either of the twins, but after some time to mull over, he’d decided he’d always known the twins ‘brotherly love’ went somewhat further than what was expected.
“I’m so glad it’s you and not anyone else,” Tom said, smiling in relief.
“Speak for yourself,” Andrea said bitterly. “Do you guys have to be so public?”
Tom chuckled but had the good grace to blush, “We’ve been here all fucking day. We needed a break.”
“Jeez, most people can go longer than a day without sex. You two are fucking rabbits.”
Bill sighed and mumbled, “Sorry Andi.”
“It’s fine,” Andreas said curtly, “You’re mum’s looking for you,” he added, nodding towards the tent.
“Oh, thanks,” Bill said, catching Tom’s hand and stepping away from where he was still backed against the canvas.
“Hang on,” Tom said quietly, he wrapped an arm round Bill’s waist, pulling him towards him and kissing him gently on the cheek.
Bill giggled and blushed, Tom had a gift for making Bill turn to mush.
“Guys, seriously.” Andreas didn’t look pleased.
“Sorry,” the twins mumbled together.
Andreas headed back round to the front entrance of the tent and Bill and Tom followed suit in guilty silence.
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“There you are!” Simone rushed to her boys, “My babies.” She cooed, hugging the both close.
Gordon came up behind her, placing a gentle hand at her waist, “She’s been celebrating with the champagne.” He explained.
Bill and Tom laughed as their mother pouted indignantly and Tom saw for the thousandth time where Bill had learned to pout like he did, “And why shouldn’t I?” She declared loudly, swaying slightly, “It’s my wedding!”
“I want you boys to know I love you,” She announced, “I couldn’t ask for better sons.”
“We know mum,” Tom said proudly.
“Always the modest one,” Simone gave Tom a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“You know me, mum,” Tom hugged his mother back as best he could with Bill wrapped up with him in her arms.
“Come and dance with me!” Simone dragged them both over to the dance floor and began twirling around with them both.
Tom decided to allow his brother the honour of the dance and slipped back to take a seat on the edge of the dance floor. He watched with a soft smile as Bill threw back his head, laughing with his mother. He looked so elegant, even with all that leg, he spun her round delicately and Tom’s heart expanded just watching his twin dance enthusiastically in time with the music.
Although the remainder of the evening passed pleasantly, Tom was bursting with desire for his brother. They’d spent little time together since Andreas had discovered them locked at the back of the tent. Tom had been perfectly happy to sit and watch Bill, he was so animated and so alive and so beautiful. However his only complaint was how unfuckable he was. He couldn’t wait to get Bill home, he’d promised himself he’d jack-hammer Bill into the mattress and he was sure Bill would have little to protest about that particular plan of Tom’s.
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“Bye mum, remember to use a condom!” Bill called to his mother as she pulled away in the ivory Rolls-Royce.
Tom groaned, “Bill, that’s our mum you’re talking about.”
Bill turned to grin at his twin, still waving along with the rest of the crowd gathered outside the tent, “We might as well let her believe she’s drilled some advice into our heads.”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Suppose so.” He mumbled, waving along with Bill.
Bill bounced next to him, waving dynamically until their mother and Gordon disappeared round a bend in the gravel road. Tom almost groaned, he was hard and Bill’s excitable antics were not helping.
“Bill,” he whined, “Can we go home now?”
Bill looked at him, glancing down briefly. Tom had that ‘I’m going to fuck you silly’ look in his eyes and Bill was in no position to impede his brother and his needs. He was harbouring a raging hard-on which he was in desperate want for Tom to take care of. He’d spent the whole evening trying to hide the bulge; perhaps he should take a leaf out of Tom’s book and adopt a wardrobe full of over-sized items.
He was about to nod at Tom’s request when people swarmed, “You must be so happy for your mother.”
“Oh, she looked absolutely gorgeous today!”
“What handsome young men she’s produced.”
“You must tell us about yourselves,”
“It’s been so long.”
Tom groaned and pushed Bill forward into the onslaught of relatives and supposed friends that had just bombarded the twins, “Ehm,” Bill mumbled unsure how to relieve themselves politely from the crowd.
They were shepherded back into the tent, unable to do anything about it and the party was struck up once more.
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Two hours later Bill and Tom excused themselves, claiming they had a busy day at the studio tomorrow. Which was in fact a lie; Bill and Tom were planning on remaining in bed all day, together, happy and content and most likely fucking.
“I thought we’d never escape,” Tom groaned.
“You’d better not complain; I had to do all the talking!” Bill cried.
Tom smirked at him, “You love the attention.”
Bill scowled and sat back in his seat after clicking his seatbelt into place, “Not when it’s from a hundred middle aged and up boring people.”
“’Boring people’”, Tom chuckled, “couldn’t come up with a more constructive offense?”
“I’m a lyricist,” Bill said pedantically, “Not a dictionary.”
Tom laughed softly again and reversed out the parking space. He twisted his head backwards, checking to avoid any stray obstacles. He was surprised therefore when Bill caught his lips in his as he turned to face the front again. He stopped driving and returned the kiss. It was sweet and Bill’s lips were soft.
“Take me home, Tomi,” Bill whispered, pulling away, smiling.
Tom stroked a hand through Bill’s hair affectionately, “Anything for you.”
Bill beamed, “Well in that case take me home and fuck me.”
Tom’s cock leapt and he swallowed at Bill’s deadly bluntness. He revved and they skidded out, kicking gravel up on the way. The journey was longer than Tom would have liked, they had to drive all the way back to their apartment in Hamburg, much as Tom would have liked to fuck Bill there and then.
Bill didn’t help matters, touching Tom gently, and laughing in that contagious way, smiling at Tom sweetly the whole ride back.
But finally, Tom pulled into their drive. He breathed out and immediately reached for Bill, tugging him to his lips. Bill squeaked in surprise and scratched at the back of Tom’s neck, behind his corn-rows. Tom moaned and mumbled, “Gonna fuck you so hard,” into Bill’s mouth.
Bill giggled, released his grip from around Tom’s neck and scooted out the car. Tom unbuckled and clambered out, stumbling in his haste. He’d been waiting for this all day and his cock was ready to burst through the front of his rather uncomfortable trousers.
He chased Bill up the stairs to their door. “Come on, come on,” Bill was hovering at Tom’s back, clinging onto his jacket as Tom fumbled with the keys.
“Impatient.” Tom tutted.
“Wouldn’t you be if you’d had the opportunity to come twice in less than an hour and both times have been denied?” Bill huffed.
“I was half way there.” Tom retorted sourly and at last managed to swing open the door. The twins piled into the room, tripping over each other laughing, clutching each other.
Tom pushed Bill hard against the door, slamming it with his weight. Bill gasped but looked impressed with Tom’s roughness. Tom slid both his hands up Bill’s shirt, smoothing the silky skin there and riding his shirt up. Bill arched his back and pressed his groin into his brother’s, grappling at Tom’s own clothes, trying to tug them off.
Tom was practically lifting Bill off his feet as he pressed Bill into the door, he fused their lips together electrically and Bill moaned as Tom nudged his tongue into his mouth, licking the confines thoroughly and tasting the cool metal of Bill’s tongue ring.
“Fuck me, Tomi,” Bill panted, “Fuck me please.”
Tom growled and hooked his hands behind Bill’s legs, hoisting him up into his arms. Bill was still pressed against the door, keening as Tom massaged his ass through his trousers where he clutched his little body in his arms. Bill wrapped his arms around Tom’s waist and began to kiss his twins face, his chin, his nose, his cheeks, then he trailed down his neck, sucking at the skin there, marking his territory.
Tom shivered and linked his hands tightly under Bill’s ass, creating a little seat for Bill to perch on. He stumbled backwards towards their bedroom, kissing Bill all the way. Bill was tugging on Tom’s braids desperately, winding them around his fingers as he squirmed in his brothers arms.
“Bill, Bill,” Tom mumbled, “Stop wriggling. I’m gonna drop you.”
“So fucking horny,” Bill replied without ceasing his movements.
Tom laughed into Bill’s mouth and at last they entered Tom’s room, which in fact was a shared sleeping accommodation. They stumbled over several piles of Bill’s clothes and various ailments he’d accumulated over the years and fell onto the bed. Bill wriggled up to the head of the bed, dragging Tom up with him.
Tom instantly dipped his groin low, rubbing it against Bill’s, both boys moaned in pleasure and began rocking fervently.
“Clothes off,” Tom demanded.
Bill raised his arms above his head expectantly and sat up as Tom yanked his shirt over his head. A ripping sound was heard as it popped off Bill’s head and they both looked at the shirt, Tom turned it over and inspected it, “Shit, we ripped a few buttons off.”
Bill shrugged, “It’s a stupid shirt. I don’t like it.”
Tom lifted an eyebrow sceptically, “Really?”
Bill shrugged again, “Well, I do. But I like your dick more.”
Tom grinned and rubbed his groin over Bill’s again, Bill shivered and smoothed his hands down Tom’s back, pulling him close again, “Tomi,” he breathed.
Tom’s hands were everywhere, exploring Bill’s body, touching all his favourite places. He cupped Bill’s cheek delicately and stroked a thumb over the soft skin there, Tom admired the pink tint that had crept over Bill’s face, “You’re beautiful.”
Bill smiled, his eyes sparkling , “If I am, so are you.”
Tom scoffed, “Never heard that one before.”
Bill stuck his tongue out and before he could tuck it back in his mouth, Tom stooped to capture it between his lips. Bill giggled, “Come on, no foreplay this time, I want you in me. Now.”
Tom groaned his cock throbbing, more heat rushed down to it and he swore it got harder than it already was if that were possible.
“Alright, help me get naked.” He sat up on his haunches between Bill’s spread legs and looked down at his twin.
Bill just stared up at Tom appraisingly and blinked slowly, “What do you want me to do?”
“Help me take my clothes off,” Tom said flatly.
Bill propped himself up on his elbows, “But I’m not naked yet. I want to be naked.”
Tom rolled his eyes in exasperation, “Undress yourself.”
Bill shook his head, “Help me?” He pouted, his eyes wide and innocent.
“Ngh, how can I resist you?” Tom wondered out loud, he massaged his palm into Bill’s crotch eliciting a quiet moan from his brother. Then he made quick work of Bill’s belt and zipper for the second time that day. This time there would be no interruptions, Tom would make sure of it. Sex with Bill was something to be treasured and treated with respect and dignity. Well, perhaps not dignity.
Bill’s trousers bunched as they slipped down his porcelain thighs, “Ugh Bill, fucking boots.”
Bill grinned and shut his eyes, laying back contentedly on the pillows and stretching, “Sort it out.”
“On it.” He drew the zip down on Bill’s boots and pulled, they slipped off and were thrown on the floor, quickly followed by the trousers. Now all that Bill was wearing was a tiny pair of little black boxers.
He wriggled on the mattress and Tom stared at him contemplating his next move. Then he stooped to lick up Bill’s side, swirling his tongue over the tattoo on his hip. Bill squealed in delight and writhed.
Tom continued a wet path with his tongue, stopping at the elastic of Bill’s underwear. He glanced up and Bill, he was still smiling lazily, his eyes closed in bliss. Tom kissed his hip then rolled Bill’s boxers down his pale legs, admiring Bill’s cock as it sprung free, red and angry, and dropping tiny kisses down his twin’s spread legs. Once these were lost, Tom returned his attention to Bill’s hip, kissing down to his cock. He kissed the tip then suddenly sucked it into his mouth.
Bill shouted and bucked up into Tom’s mouth, almost gagging him but Tom took it, opening his throat up to allow room for Bill’s dick. He popped it out his mouth and licked a fat stripe up its length. Bill shuddered deliciously; blow-jobs had never been a particular talent and didn’t stand out in Tom’s sexual repertoire. That was more Bill’s area of things. However, he loved the soft little moans and twitches his brother initiated and he loved that he was the reason.
He took Bill’s cock into his mouth once more, sucking powerfully on it and tasting the succulent zest of Bill’s pre-come. He swallowed around his brother’s length, dragging his lips up and down repeatedly.
Bill was keening underneath Tom and Tom had to steady him, placing hands flat on each thigh, pinning his legs to the bed. Bill moaned, “Tom, Tomi. You have to stop.”
Tom released Bill’s cock with another slight pop and blinked at his brother, admiring the slender angles of his naked body.
He allowed his twin a few moments to relax, then crawled up and was enveloped in Bill’s arms.
They exchanged a long, passionate kiss, “You’re still not naked Tomi,” Bill noted in an almost whine.
Tom grinned, “I got distracted.”
Bill wrinkled his nose, “Well get naked then.”
“Aren’t you going to help?”
“I want to watch,” Bill stretched his hands behind his head and rested on them languidly.
Tom looked at Bill then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, fingering each button carefully. Bill frowned, “What?” Tom asked.
“It’s taking fucking ages,” Bill said.
“That’s why I never wear shirts.” Tom explained ruefully.
Bill sat up in a flurry, “Let me do it,” he sighed.
Tom grinned, he was perfectly happy to let Bill undress him, it was one of the many perks of Bill’s impatience. Many people found it a flaw yet Tom embraced it, it meant things were done quicker and performed with more efficiency.
The remainder of Tom’s buttons were prized open and Bill all but ripped it from Tom’s torso. When it was eradicated, Bill leant back to admire the view. Tom inclined over Bill, kissed him quickly and pulled back again, “Now help me with my trousers.” He grinned enticingly.
Bill rolled his eyes, “You’re such a baby.”
“Oh, I’m the baby?” Tom raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, you are.” Tom’s trousers were yanked down revealing his glistening cock.
Bill smiled, “I’ve wanted you all day.” He told Tom’s penis and stroked it fondly.
Tom shuddered and removed Bill’s hands from around his cock, “And we’ve wanted you,” Tom said, placing his hands either side of Bill, looming above him.
“Stick it in me, Tomi,” Bill whispered.
Tom blinked, “I can’t do that to you.”
Bill wrapped his legs around Tom, “Yes you can. I’ve been ready since you had me pinned against the tent this afternoon.”
Tom grinned, “I could have made you come like that,” he noted proudly.
Bill blushed but nodded in agreement, “But right now I want you to make me come with your dick.”
Tom gulped. Bill’s blunt requests were always so dirty, “Let me stretch you a little bit.”
Bill moaned in protest but shut up as Tom stuck two fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking all over them. He removed them and brought them down to Bill’s ass. Bill spread his legs expectantly and Tom just brushed the opening lightly.
Bill shivered, “Tomi.” He whined.
Tom ducked down to kiss Bill and pushed two fingers in, just entering Bill. Bill melted into Tom’s mouth and pushed down onto Tom’s fingers, groaning as they curled and tickled inside his hole.
Bill’s chest heaved, “Tomi, I love you.”
“You’re not just saying that because my fingers are up your ass?” Tom queried.
Bill screwed his eyes and Tom curled his fingers deeper and shook his head, “No, I love you for everything.”
“Everything?” Tom propped himself up on the hand that hadn’t disappeared between Bill’s legs to get a more satisfactory view of Bill, splayed wantonly beneath him.
Bill nodded vigorously, still not opening his eyes, “Every fucking thing you do Tomi. I love you for it.” He was panting now.
Tom pumped in and out of Bill’s entrance, watching in wonder as his little brother writhed in ecstasy.
Bill moaned especially loud and reached down between his legs, grabbing at Tom’s hand, pulling it out from inside himself, “You have to stop, we’ve done enough of this.”
Tom didn’t disagree this time and swooped in to capture Bill’s lips, they made-out long and desperate, clinging onto each other and rubbing all over each other’s sweat-slicked body.
“Toooomi!” Bill whimpered, “Do it now!”
Tom obeyed, reaching under a pillow to pull out a little bottle of lube. Bill watched as Tom squeezed a generous dollop onto his hand the slicked his cock up with the substance, he licked his lips, cheeks tinting as Tom caught him.
“So big,” he murmured.
“So small,” Tom countered, aligning his dick with Bill’s tiny hole.
Bill was bent on half, Tom holding his legs up behind his knees. He watched as Tom bumped into his opening, he held his breath as he was breached, wincing at the initial burn he always felt if he’d not been fully stretched.
But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. Bill gasped, loving the sensation of being penetrated, he pulled Tom down closer to kiss him, he loved this position, it meant they could exchange kisses.
Tom jerked forward, now fully seated up to the base of his cock in Bill’s ass, his hips kissing his twin’s ass cheeks.
Bill wrapped his arms around Tom’s neck and rocked upwards. Tom began pumping slowly in and out of Bill, both boys hissing in pleasure.
“Tomi,” Bill asked breathlessly, “Tomi?”
Tom buried his face into Bill’s neck, “What?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to get married?”
Tom groaned, “Bill, the only way I’m getting married is if I marry,” Tom thrust into Bill forcibly eliciting a gasp from his twin, “you.” Tom finished with a grunt.
Bill’s body writhed beneath him and he angled his hips up to meet Tom, “You’d marry me?” He asked wide-eyed.
“Of course,” Tom gritted, “Who else would I marry?”
Bill squealed and wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist, reaching up around his neck and pulling him down to connect their lips again.
“Bill,” Tom managed, his face scrunched as Bill’s ass contracted around his cock, “I love you.”
Bill smiled, pushing his hips up sharply the way they both loved. Tom gasped and Bill screamed, throwing his head back against the fabrics of the bed.
Tom pulled Bill up so he was seated on his dick, clasping one hand around the small of Bill’s back and twining his fingers of the other hand with Bill’s. Bill’s head had lolled back as he’d been lifted and Tom tilted it to him, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I”, kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “love”, kiss, “you.”
That was it for Bill, he couldn’t take the fire that coursed through his body and he flopped backward, landing on the bed and bouncing slightly, eyes tight shut and arms flying out either side of him. Tom followed suit and jerked into Bill one more time before Bill came hotly across both their stomachs. Tom’s hand snaked down to pump Bill’s cock, milking his release. He watched his twin pant, an expression of beautifully crafted bliss etched across his perfect face.
Then Bill opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Tom, tilting his hips up for Tom to receive the ultimate high.
“Are you close?” He whispered into Tom ear then flicked his tongue out to taste his twin.
Tom nodded, he was so close, he was chasing his impending orgasm, desperately thrusting in and out of his baby brother.
Bill squeezed painfully tight around his twin, causing them both the cry out then pulled him down to his cheek, “I love you too.”
Tom grunted, then pushed forward into Bill and exploded, shooting his load into Bill. He shouted out his orgasm and humped into Bill’s ass once more before collapsing down over him, panting.
They lay like that for several moments, Bill stroking Tom’s braids tenderly. Finally Tom stirred, making to pull out of Bill. But Bill stopped him, winding his arms and legs around Tom tightly, “Stay Tomi,” he breathed.
Tom hummed and curled over his brother, “I love you.” he repeated.
“Even if you can’t marry me?” Bill asked quietly, still not ceasing his smoothing of Tom’s hair.
“I don’t believe in that shit,” Tom said, breathing in the sweet scent of his brother’s neck.
“Oh?”
“We’re forever and ever, Bill. Marriage or not.”
Bill sighed in utter contentment, “You’ll love me forever and ever?”
“Yes Bill.”
Silence followed this declaration and both twins rocked slowly together on the bed.
“Tomi?”
“Yes Bill?”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes Bill.”
Summary: Bill and Tom; horny at a wedding. Pretty self explanatory.
Bill hummed and leant against a supporting pole in the enormous tent. He smiled and folded his arms across his chest as he watched his mother twirl by with her newly wedded husband, Gordon. She looked radiant, she glowed in the warm evening sun that washed lazily into the tent’s open flaps.
“She looks so happy,” a voice sounded quietly from behind Bill.
Bill turned around to see his brother holding two glasses of Champagne. Tom offered one to Bill and Bill took it gratefully with a brief, “Thanks.”
“It makes getting married seem so much more appealing,” Tom said.
Bill frowned and took a sip of his Champagne, “What?”
“This,” Tom waved his arm at the wedding party that was thriving spectacularly under the canvas, “It’s so beautiful.”
Bill’s brow furrowed further, “You think you’ll get married?”
Tom looked at him strangely, “I didn’t say that.”
“I know,” Bill said slowly, “But you implied...”
Tom’s expression relaxed, “You think I’m going to get married?” He grinned in amusement.
Bill looked sheepish, his cheeks flushed slightly, “No,” he mumbled, looking down and toeing a tuft of beach grass with his boot.
“I just think this is a nice way to do it.” Tom shrugged and stepped closer to Bill to watch their mother as Gordon dipped her low before planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek at which she giggled and swiped a hand across in mock indignation.
“So you would get married if you could do it like this?” Bill said, trying to adopt a casually inquisitive tone.
“Bill,” Tom lowered his voice, “I don’t think it’s very likely that you or me are going to get married. Given the circumstances.”
Bill’s cheeks tinted again, “Suppose not,” he muttered.
Tom bumped shoulders with Bill gently, “You’re not getting jealous of a non-existent bride are you?”
Bill scowled at Tom and stalked away to see what the caterers had to offer. After shoving through several dancing couples and a few elders who tried to allure him into apathetic conversation, Bill finally discovered the food tables set out along the back of the vast white tent. He scoured the delicacies disdainfully before he was tempted by some cute looking miniature sandwiches and popped two into his mouth. He hummed in pleasure then decided to tuck two more in.
Tom watched Bill in adoration as he stuffed the sandwiches into his mouth. His bother still managed to exceed all beauty at the wedding by a clear mile even with too much food in his mouth. Tom’s dick was asking for more than just a view of Bill as he made his way towards him, he wanted his little brother.
“Found the food I see,” Bill spun to see Tom looking amused.
“Fwadoyoofwanc?”
Tom chuckled, “I’m sorry, what?”
Bill glowered as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of mini delectables, he chewed and swallowed with as much grace as he could muster, “I said; what do you want?”
“You,” Tom said simply, and slid his hands into his pockets, giving Bill a lop-sided smile from under the bill of his cap.
Bill gulped and momentarily forgot to breathe, his twin’s words went straight to his heart and then his cock. Then Bill remembered he was supposed to be pissed at his brother and he said with a huff, “You can’t have me.”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Bill, I told you, I don’t want to get married.”
“You didn’t actually say that,” Bill said petulantly.
Tom scoffed and took a step closer to Bill, “I don’t think you really have to worry about my future marital arrangements.”
Bill scowled, “Whatever.” He receded a step, into the table, Tom was advancing on him, right in the midst of their mothers wedding no less!
“Do you want me to get married?” Tom asked lowly.
Bill shook his head, his dreads whipping across his face slightly, “Tom,” he warned.
Tom didn’t stop, “Good,” he said, “And I don’t want you to get married either.”
Bill nodded quickly, wide eyed. He really wanted Tom to be on top of him right now. But his twin’s timing was a little inappropriate. He gulped and gave the tiniest shake of his head, hoping Tom would get the pretty essential message.
“Bill! Tom!”
Both twins snapped out of their temporary loss of awareness and groaned as their Great Aunt Sylvia came hobbling up to them with a scowl moulded onto her wrinkled old features. Tom immediately stepped next to Bill, pressed shoulder to shoulder with his twin in an attempt to escape the unfortunate predicament that was their Great Aunt.
Bill plastered a fake smile across his face, “Hi Auntie Sylvia, how are you doing?”
“Not great. The hospitality is appalling! I thought you’re mother would take better care of me,” she huffed and reached forward to pull Bill to her. He whined in protest but didn’t manage to avoid the rather unpleasant kiss she planted in determination on his cheek.
“It is her wedding Auntie,” Bill said in exasperation as she released him.
Tom chuckled at Bill’s indignant expression but was hushed as Bill’s elbow connected painfully with his ribs.
“I was on my feet all day when it was my wedding,” Sylvia boasted pompously.
“Um, do you want to sit down?” Bill offered, taking his Aunt’s arm and guiding her to a table with a few seats clustered around it.
Tom watched Bill lead Great Aunt Sylvia towards the chairs in admiration. He’d never had the patience to put up with the tedious antics of various family members whom they only met once a decade practically. In truth, he just didn’t give a shit, they were rude and petulant and he never saw why he had to prove himself to any of them. Bill on the other hand always took into account what everyone’s impression was of him. Even the distant relatives, like Great Aunt Sylvia, he liked to please, to put on a performance and Tom was more than content to sit back and enjoy the show.
He tilted his head and smiled approvingly as Bill bent down, aiding Great Aunt Sylvia into a seat. He had a particularly pleasant view of Bill’s ass and moaned softly as a small strip of skin was exposed from under Bill’s shirt. Tom would have to prove to Bill tonight just how unlikely a wedding was for him and his cock jumped at the thought excitedly.
“Get off me,” Aunt Sylvia batted Bill away in abrupt annoyance, “I can get into my own chair.”
Bill removed his hands and took a step back, biting back a bitter retort, “Um, are you ok now?”
Sylvia fanned herself dramatically, “I would be if it wasn’t so hot in here.”
“I’ll get you a drink,” Bill mumbled before she could demand anything else from him and turned towards the drinks.
He busied himself for a moment with the drinks, debating what his Great Aunt would be partial too on a hot summers day.
Someone touched the small of his back and he jumped slightly; he’d been so preoccupied with his drink selection. He turned around to see Tom standing just behind him. Bill smiled at his twin tiredly.
“What are you doing?” Tom questioned, sweeping his hand down to rest just above the curve of Bill’s ass.
“Tom!” Bill hissed, stepping away from his twin.
Tom shrugged, and his hand dropped to his side. Bill watched in longing for a moment then returned his gaze to the drinks laid out before him, “Getting her a drink. She says she’s too hot. I don’t know what she expects me to do!” He threw his hands up, “Turn the sun down?”
Tom chuckled lightly, “Tell her to stick it.”
Bill shook his head, “Can’t.”
Tom looked at Bill for a while longer then decided his brother needed a break from relatives and family friends whom they barely knew existed. He took hold of Bill’s wrist gently and tugged, “Come on.”
Bill whined a little but trailed after his brother nonetheless. Tom pulled him towards the tent entrance and out into the glowing sun, “Where are we going?”
Tom hushed him and dragged him round to the back of the tent, over the small mounds of sand that had been shifted aside so the huge canvas structure could be set up for their mother and Gordon’s wedding in the dunes.
“Tomi,” Bill bleated.
“You’re so impatient,” Tom mused, “Maybe we should just go back.”
Bill shook his head, “No no, I don’t want to go back just yet.”
“Good,” Tom said. He of course had no intentions what-so-ever of taking Bill back for quite a while.
They continued over several sands dunes, Bill clambering awkwardly in his boots, tugging on Tom’s hand for support. They had left the bustle of the party and were now in almost entire desolation. Tom stopped at last and turned to Bill, his eyes dark and his gaze steady.
Bill stared at Tom, waiting for him to make the next move, his heart hammering. Tom still caused his belly to flip and his heart to ache in a way no one else had made it do so. Even after a lifetime of his company; Bill could never get enough of his twin, and his cock was beginning to ache under the intense stare Tom was treating him to.
“What are we doing here?” He was not surprised to hear his voice come out in a croak.
“Look around,” Tom gestured at the landscape they were standing in.
Bill looked around expectantly, “It’s just sand,” he said flatly as he turned back to Tom.
Tom nodded, “And what do you hear?”
Bill frowned, “Um, nothing.”
Tom nodded again and stepped closer to Bill, wrapping one hand around his waist and brushing the other through his hair affectionately, “Exactly,” He whispered.
Bill gasped softly as Tom swooped in to touch their lips together. It was just a ghost of contact, barely a kiss but it made Bill’s belly swirl and his cock ache. Bill moaned as Tom pulled back slightly and followed his lips desperately.
Tom grinned and tutted, disallowing Bill a kiss just yet, “Wait your turn.”
Bill whimpered, “Tomi-”
But Tom cut him short as he dipped his head and pressed his lips to the skin just protruding from Bill’s collar. He poked his tongue out to taste Bill and Bill gasped in exuberance causing Tom to smile into the soft skin. He worked an unmarked trail up along Bill’s collar bone and across his neck, dropping hot, open mouthed kisses on the scorching skin. Bill threw back his head and clutched Tom urgently, pulling his closer.
He felt a bulge press into his thigh and he smiled, “Someone’s excited.”
Tom rubbed against him, “I think I’ve got reason.” He grunted, his face buried into Bill’s neck, tongue tickling just behind Bill’s ear.
“So that’s what you dragged me out for.” Bill mused quietly.
“You were driving me crazy,” Tom stroked down Bill’s back and cupped his ass over his trousers, “I couldn’t wait.”
Bill moaned his arousal becoming all the more painful as it strained against the fabric of his boxers.
“Gonna fuck you,” Tom stated and Bill groaned, prizing his brother’s lips from his neck to claim them in his own. He felt a satisfying tug in his belly as Tom’s tongue probed into his mouth, gently parting his lips. It felt moist and gentle and tasted delicious. His thoughts switched to something even more delicious on Tom’s body and he rocked forward, pushing into his twin.
Hands were everywhere by now, touching, caressing, stroking where ever they could reach and kisses were more intense. Bill’s was being walked backwards, so powerful were Tom’s advances, “Get on the ground.” Tom commanded.
Bill whined into Tom’s mouth and mumbled against his lips, “I’ll get all sandy.”
Tom pulled away, rolling his eyes at Bill’s diva idiosyncrasy. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it on the sand. Bill smiled appraisingly and settled onto the temporary rug. He held out his arms for Tom so come join him. Tom smiled and obliged, sinking to his knees and leaning forward, cupping Bill’s cheek in a palm, to capture his brother’s lips once more.
After several moments of making out, Bill removed his lips from Tom’s wetly and prowled forward, slinking on his hands and knees, his eyes never leaving Tom’s.
“You look like a cat,” Tom said, leaning back on his palms, smirking at Bill’s performance.
“I’m hunting.” Bill replied, licking his lips seductively.
Tom raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”
Bill nodded, “Oh,” he repeated, smiling coyly at his twin.
“And what are you hunting?” Tom gulped.
“I haven’t decided yet.” Bill affirmed.
“You haven’t?” Tom said, never removing his gaze from Bill.
“Not yet,” Bill pondered what his temptations might be as a cat.
“What about guitarists?” Tom prompted hopefully.
Bill shot a lascivious smirk at Tom then turned away from his twin, revealing a clothed bottom. He waggled his ass in the air, bending low on his forearms and arching his back provocatively, turning his head to see what reaction he might have obtained.
Tom was gawping at Bill’s ass on display and he reached forward to grab it and pull Bill back to him but Bill swatted his hand away, “Nuh-uh. You don’t get to play just yet.” He waved his finger at Tom disapprovingly.
“But I want to,” Tom replied lamely.
Bill skulked forward, away from Tom, his ass shaking smoothly and his shoulder blades stretching and rippling the skin as he moved his hands forward one at a time.
“Maybe I want to go hunt some mice.”
Tom pulled a face, “You don’t want mice.”
“You never know, I might do.” Bill said, turning to look at Tom innocently.
“Bill, come back,” Tom whined.
“I haven’t decided what I want to hunt yet,” Bill said mischievously.
“Quit teasing,” Tom sat up on his heels.
“It’s so much fun, Tomi.” He was about to prowl further away when Tom suddenly grabbed him from behind, winding his arms around his waist and tugging him back.
Bill yelped as he landed in Tom’s lap heavily. He twisted round so he was sideways across his brother’s lap. Tom was smirking at him, “Cat’s need some attention too,” He said as he stroked up and down Bill’s sides.
Bill’s purred and wrapped his skinny arms around Tom’s neck, burying his face into Tom’s shoulder.
“Have you decided what you want to hunt yet?” Tom asked as he slipped a hand under Bill’s shirt and tickled his belly softly.
Bill nodded, “I think so.”
“What is it?”
Bill shifted and flipped a leg round, straddling Tom’s lap, and wrapping his legs tightly around Tom’s waist. He arched his back erotically and hummed, smiling down at Tom. They sat like this, rocking slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes, Tom petting Bill, rubbing his hands up his sides, over his belly, round to his back. The both moaned in unison as Tom’s hands crept down to reach into Bill’s boxers, squeezing gently.
Their almost innocent rocking began to pick up in pace and soon they were both breathless, Bill gripped Tom’s shoulders and slumped forward over his brother, still thrusting insistently into Tom’s groin.
“Tomi, Tomi,” Bill gasped, “You have to get in me.”
Tom shivered at his twins words and groaned, “Biiiiiill.”
“What?”
“Don’t just say things like that.” He moaned.
Bill leant back from Tom’s shoulders and licked Tom’s chin, “Like what?” Bill smiled, almost innocently.
“You know what,” Tom said and kissed Bill hard.
Bill shuddered, “Come on Tomi, fuck me.” Bill whined, “They’re gonna miss us back at the tent.”
Tom’s cock was aching painfully, straining against his boxers, warmth had pooled in his groin long ago in his desperate need for his brother. Just the thought alone of getting in Bill was driving him crazy.
He couldn’t take anymore and he grabbed behind Bill’s knees, flipping him over and eliciting a shocked gasp from his twin. He grinned; glad to have obtained dominance at last. He made quick work of Bill’s belt, ripping his trousers from his little hips along with his boxers. They caught at Bill’s boots and Bill tried to kick them off, but failed. He huffed and sat up, hunching over Tom’s belt, whipping it off in a frenzy.
Tom chuckled at Bill’s desperation for sex, “Calm down.”
Bill shut him up with a glare, “Do you want to have sex with me or not?”
Tom resisted the urge to laugh again and instead focused on Bill’s nimble fingers at his zipper. His trousers and boxers were made short work of and soon Tom too had his bottoms by his ankles, swearing as he kicked them entirely off.
“Not fair,” Bill pouted, I can’t get mine off.”
“You shouldn’t have worn those silly boots then,” Tom noted.
“They’re not silly,” Bill scowled, “You just have no fashion sense.”
“Hey, you don’t call this the height of fashion?” Tom joked, motioning to his attire, “Well actually, neither do I,” he glanced down with disgust at what he had been requested to wear under pain of death.
“I think you look good in a suit. Very sexy,” Bill nodded approvingly.
“You look better,” Tom pushed Bill down onto his jacket gently, placing a hand either side of Bill’s head. He leant close, brushing their noses together, “You look beautiful,” he whispered.
Bill flushed and looked away, his heart skipping delightedly. When he returned his gaze to Tom, he was made aware he was under very close scrutiny. Bill parted his lips slightly and Tom ducked down and captured them in a long, hot kiss. Bill squirmed beneath him, “Please Tomi, in me.”
“So fucking demanding,” To rolled his eyes.
Bill hummed and smiled, reaching down to grab Tom’s cock in his hand. He squeezed lightly, initiating a hiss from Tom. He beamed as Tom’s expression contorted and his arms shook precariously.
Bill pulled at Tom’s hot and very hard dick, loving the way his brother’s breath became short and he twitched above him, shaking with pleasure. He began to move quicker, tugging and gripping it tightly. Tom shuddered and fell forward onto Bill, “Bill, stop.”
Bill grinned but did not stop, he swirled his thumb over the tip and his brother yelped, “Bill! I’m going to come!”
“And that’s a problem because?” Bill teased, carefully rolling back the foreskin.
“Because then I can’t fuck you.” Tom managed to grit out.
Bill sighed and let go of Tom’s now weeping cock, “Fine, get in me now.”
Tom chuckled breathlessly, “You’re acting like it’s a huge sacrifice on your behalf.”
“Maybe it is,” Bill jibed.
“Ok, I’ll just finish myself off on my own then,” To made to roll off Bill but Bill squeaked and prevented him, wrapping his legs around Tom again and kissing him with a moan.
Their cocks mashed together between their bodies causing both twins to exhale noisily. Tom reached down and pressed a finger at Bill’s opening. Bill threw his head back and his breath hitched, “Mmm.”
Tom smiled at his brother fondly and stroked up a thigh, pushing at back so it bent beautifully against Bill’s stomach.
Without warning Tom breached Bill’s hole with two fingers, sliding them in easily. Bill yelped and clenched Tom’s fingers deliciously. He loved the feeling of his brother’s fingers in him. However, he loved the feeling of Tom’s dick in him more. After allowing Tom to play for a bit Bill gasped out, “Tomi, in me!”
“Ok ok, I’m coming.” Tom removed his fingers with a slight pop and Bill moaned; he wanted to be full again.
“Already?” Bill joked with a grin.
Tom rolled his eyes but chuckled all the same, “So lame Bill.”
“You love it.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck me.”
“Ok.”
Tom gripped behind Bill’s knees, pushing his legs back, and opening his little hole wider. He positioned himself above Bill, holding his cock at Bill’s entrance.
“Fuck.” Tom hissed.
“What?” Bill propped himself up on his elbows, I difficult feat considering current position.
“We don’t have any lube.” Tom groaned. “Fuck.”
Bill shook his head, “Don’t need any.”
“Bill-”
“I’m ready.” Bill assured him. He was so ready.
“I barely stretched you.” Tom frowned, he didn’t want to hurt his twin.
Bill reached up to brush a thumb over Tom’s cheek tenderly, “I’m ready,” he repeated.
Tom didn’t look convinced but his cock was telling him otherwise, and the situation was helped further when Bill reached down and gave a quick stroke up Tom’s dick. Tom shuddered, “Ok. If you’re sure.”
Bill nodded, eyes dancing excitedly, “I’m sure.”
Tom leant over Bill and his cock bumped into Bill’s hole, they both hissed and sweat broke out across Bill’s brow.
“Yes, I agree she looked simply divine.”
Bill and Tom froze, the voices had not sounded far off.
“It was a lovely ceremony as well.”
“Shit,” Tom scrambled off Bill, trying to tug on his trousers.
Bill was quicker, yanking up his bottoms and zipping up speedily.
“Fuck,” Tom was struggling with his left foot, Bill grabbed his waist and steadied him so Tom was able to slip his foot into the leg easily.
The voices were approaching at an all too alarming rate and no sooner had the twins managed to dress themselves presentably once more, two middle aged women had risen up the sand dunes.
“Oh, hello boys.”
Bill and Tom smiled nervously, “Hi.” Bill gave a weak wave.
“Shouldn’t you be at your mother’s reception?” One of the women frowned.
“We were just taking a breath of fresh air.” Tom supplied casually and Bill nodded quickly in agreement.
The other woman smiled warmly at them, “Understandable. I’m sure you’re mother wouldn’t mind.”
Bill smiled tentatively, “Yeah, we should get back now though.”
They hurried past the women and leapt down the sand dunes in a rush. Bill almost skidded over and half tumbled down to the bottom of the slope. Tom was at the bottom to catch him and he fell into his arms gratefully, heart racing wildly. Bill shot a glance behind him to check if the women were still there but they had disappeared beyond another sand pile.
“That was close,” he panted.
“Yeah,” Tom agreed.
Bill was shivering and he curled his arms around his waist.
“Are you ok?” Tom’s brow dipped in concern and he stepped closer to Bill.
Bill nodded, “Yeah, it just kinda puts it into perspective. You know?”
Tom copied Bill’s nod slowly, “Yeah, but it’s not the first time.”
Bill winced, “I know.”
Tom touched Bill’s cheek but Bill cringed away. Tom frowned, Bill was always like this after a close call.
He allowed Bill time to relax, watching as Bill accepted the fact that they hadn’t in fact been caught, his muscles visibly releasing the tension they’d been storing. Finally, Bill looked up at Tom and smiled feebly.
Tom returned the smile reassuringly, “We’re good.” Tom raised his hand again to touch Bill’s cheek.
“I know.” This time Bill allowed the contact and leant into the warmth Tom’s palm provided.
“Come on,” Tom took Bill’s hand in his and they set off over the dunes again.
Conversation quickly brewed after the initial shock of near discovery and soon Bill was chatting animatedly at whatever popped into his head. Bill could talk for Germany, Tom mused silently.
“You’re belt is done up funny,” Bill commented as they rounded a dune and the tent re-emerged into view.
Tom looked down at his belt, it was indeed a bit askew; twisted around and looped through in odd places.
Bill giggled, “Come here, I’ll sort it out.”
He worked his fingers magically and soon Tom’s belt was holding up his trousers securely. He kissed Bill quickly, barely sweeping his tongue over his twin’s teeth.
“I still can’t believe you’re wearing a suit.” Bill wondered quietly as they broke apart.
“Yeah, well it’s mum’s wedding isn’t it. Once in a life time and all that.” Tom shrugged, bowing his head to scowl derisively at his less that tasteful outfit.
Bill pouted, “You didn’t wear one for our eighteenth.”
“Yeah but that was my birthday as well.” Tom rolled his eyes, they’d argued about that for weeks before the event. But, Tom thought with a smirk, each time they’d fought, their version of making up was making out. Which more often than not ended up with his cock up Bill’s ass. Even in the studio one time.
“Whatever.” Bill folded his arms and leant against the taut canvas of the tent they were standing outside now.
“Mum asked me to, I did it for her.”
“But you wouldn’t for me?” Bill stuck his bottom lip out petulantly.
“I would do anything for you.” Tom said seriously.
“Except wear a suit?” Bill glowered and Tom thought he looked very cute.
Tom nodded, grinning, “Except wear a suit.” He confirmed.
“You don’t do anything for me,” Bill grumbled.
“I do plenty of things for you,” Tom scoffed.
Bill scowled, “Like what?”
“Like this.”
Bill almost screamed as Tom pulled him forward and slipped his fingers down Bill’s trousers and into his ass.
“Fuck!”
Tom grinned, and steadily pumped in and out of Bill’s ass, loving the way Bill writhed and shook. Bill’s legs almost gave out and Tom shoved him against the tent, supporting Bill’s weight and changing the angle. Bill really did scream then as Tom hit his prostate dead on, but Tom silenced him quickly with a kiss.
“Oh, oh, oh. Fuck Tomi.” Bill’s head was thrown backwards against the white tent in bliss.
Tom grinned smugly, he loved the fact that he was the only one who ever got to see Bill like this, and he was the cause of it all.
Tom pushed in harder and slipped in another digit, Bill gasped and moaned loudly, “Tomi, people are gonna hear us.”
“Not us Bill. You,” Tom smirked, “They won’t; the music’s too loud.”
Bill moaned prettily and hooked a leg around Tom’s hip, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.
Tom smiled and licked his brother’s nose.
“Tomi,” Bill gasped, “I’m gonna come.”
“Already?” he teased.
“Fuck, yes already,” Bill gritted out, his eye screwed shut and his mouth open in a little ‘o’.
Tom jabbed his fingers in hard and Bill shrieked.
“Fuck! Oh jeez guys.”
Bill yelped and Tom removed his fingers so quickly Bill squeaked. They both spun round to see their best friend, Andreas, standing there, bright red and shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.
The twins relaxed at once, “Oh thank God it’s you Andi,” Bill breathed and hooked his pinky into one of Tom’s belt loops, pulling him to his body again. Andreas had known about Bill and Tom from the very beginning of their relationship. An unfortunate camping trip had resulted in Andreas’ discovery of the twins less than conventional dynamics. He’d thrown a fit at first and refused to discuss the matter with either of the twins, but after some time to mull over, he’d decided he’d always known the twins ‘brotherly love’ went somewhat further than what was expected.
“I’m so glad it’s you and not anyone else,” Tom said, smiling in relief.
“Speak for yourself,” Andrea said bitterly. “Do you guys have to be so public?”
Tom chuckled but had the good grace to blush, “We’ve been here all fucking day. We needed a break.”
“Jeez, most people can go longer than a day without sex. You two are fucking rabbits.”
Bill sighed and mumbled, “Sorry Andi.”
“It’s fine,” Andreas said curtly, “You’re mum’s looking for you,” he added, nodding towards the tent.
“Oh, thanks,” Bill said, catching Tom’s hand and stepping away from where he was still backed against the canvas.
“Hang on,” Tom said quietly, he wrapped an arm round Bill’s waist, pulling him towards him and kissing him gently on the cheek.
Bill giggled and blushed, Tom had a gift for making Bill turn to mush.
“Guys, seriously.” Andreas didn’t look pleased.
“Sorry,” the twins mumbled together.
Andreas headed back round to the front entrance of the tent and Bill and Tom followed suit in guilty silence.
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“There you are!” Simone rushed to her boys, “My babies.” She cooed, hugging the both close.
Gordon came up behind her, placing a gentle hand at her waist, “She’s been celebrating with the champagne.” He explained.
Bill and Tom laughed as their mother pouted indignantly and Tom saw for the thousandth time where Bill had learned to pout like he did, “And why shouldn’t I?” She declared loudly, swaying slightly, “It’s my wedding!”
“I want you boys to know I love you,” She announced, “I couldn’t ask for better sons.”
“We know mum,” Tom said proudly.
“Always the modest one,” Simone gave Tom a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“You know me, mum,” Tom hugged his mother back as best he could with Bill wrapped up with him in her arms.
“Come and dance with me!” Simone dragged them both over to the dance floor and began twirling around with them both.
Tom decided to allow his brother the honour of the dance and slipped back to take a seat on the edge of the dance floor. He watched with a soft smile as Bill threw back his head, laughing with his mother. He looked so elegant, even with all that leg, he spun her round delicately and Tom’s heart expanded just watching his twin dance enthusiastically in time with the music.
Although the remainder of the evening passed pleasantly, Tom was bursting with desire for his brother. They’d spent little time together since Andreas had discovered them locked at the back of the tent. Tom had been perfectly happy to sit and watch Bill, he was so animated and so alive and so beautiful. However his only complaint was how unfuckable he was. He couldn’t wait to get Bill home, he’d promised himself he’d jack-hammer Bill into the mattress and he was sure Bill would have little to protest about that particular plan of Tom’s.
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“Bye mum, remember to use a condom!” Bill called to his mother as she pulled away in the ivory Rolls-Royce.
Tom groaned, “Bill, that’s our mum you’re talking about.”
Bill turned to grin at his twin, still waving along with the rest of the crowd gathered outside the tent, “We might as well let her believe she’s drilled some advice into our heads.”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Suppose so.” He mumbled, waving along with Bill.
Bill bounced next to him, waving dynamically until their mother and Gordon disappeared round a bend in the gravel road. Tom almost groaned, he was hard and Bill’s excitable antics were not helping.
“Bill,” he whined, “Can we go home now?”
Bill looked at him, glancing down briefly. Tom had that ‘I’m going to fuck you silly’ look in his eyes and Bill was in no position to impede his brother and his needs. He was harbouring a raging hard-on which he was in desperate want for Tom to take care of. He’d spent the whole evening trying to hide the bulge; perhaps he should take a leaf out of Tom’s book and adopt a wardrobe full of over-sized items.
He was about to nod at Tom’s request when people swarmed, “You must be so happy for your mother.”
“Oh, she looked absolutely gorgeous today!”
“What handsome young men she’s produced.”
“You must tell us about yourselves,”
“It’s been so long.”
Tom groaned and pushed Bill forward into the onslaught of relatives and supposed friends that had just bombarded the twins, “Ehm,” Bill mumbled unsure how to relieve themselves politely from the crowd.
They were shepherded back into the tent, unable to do anything about it and the party was struck up once more.
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Two hours later Bill and Tom excused themselves, claiming they had a busy day at the studio tomorrow. Which was in fact a lie; Bill and Tom were planning on remaining in bed all day, together, happy and content and most likely fucking.
“I thought we’d never escape,” Tom groaned.
“You’d better not complain; I had to do all the talking!” Bill cried.
Tom smirked at him, “You love the attention.”
Bill scowled and sat back in his seat after clicking his seatbelt into place, “Not when it’s from a hundred middle aged and up boring people.”
“’Boring people’”, Tom chuckled, “couldn’t come up with a more constructive offense?”
“I’m a lyricist,” Bill said pedantically, “Not a dictionary.”
Tom laughed softly again and reversed out the parking space. He twisted his head backwards, checking to avoid any stray obstacles. He was surprised therefore when Bill caught his lips in his as he turned to face the front again. He stopped driving and returned the kiss. It was sweet and Bill’s lips were soft.
“Take me home, Tomi,” Bill whispered, pulling away, smiling.
Tom stroked a hand through Bill’s hair affectionately, “Anything for you.”
Bill beamed, “Well in that case take me home and fuck me.”
Tom’s cock leapt and he swallowed at Bill’s deadly bluntness. He revved and they skidded out, kicking gravel up on the way. The journey was longer than Tom would have liked, they had to drive all the way back to their apartment in Hamburg, much as Tom would have liked to fuck Bill there and then.
Bill didn’t help matters, touching Tom gently, and laughing in that contagious way, smiling at Tom sweetly the whole ride back.
But finally, Tom pulled into their drive. He breathed out and immediately reached for Bill, tugging him to his lips. Bill squeaked in surprise and scratched at the back of Tom’s neck, behind his corn-rows. Tom moaned and mumbled, “Gonna fuck you so hard,” into Bill’s mouth.
Bill giggled, released his grip from around Tom’s neck and scooted out the car. Tom unbuckled and clambered out, stumbling in his haste. He’d been waiting for this all day and his cock was ready to burst through the front of his rather uncomfortable trousers.
He chased Bill up the stairs to their door. “Come on, come on,” Bill was hovering at Tom’s back, clinging onto his jacket as Tom fumbled with the keys.
“Impatient.” Tom tutted.
“Wouldn’t you be if you’d had the opportunity to come twice in less than an hour and both times have been denied?” Bill huffed.
“I was half way there.” Tom retorted sourly and at last managed to swing open the door. The twins piled into the room, tripping over each other laughing, clutching each other.
Tom pushed Bill hard against the door, slamming it with his weight. Bill gasped but looked impressed with Tom’s roughness. Tom slid both his hands up Bill’s shirt, smoothing the silky skin there and riding his shirt up. Bill arched his back and pressed his groin into his brother’s, grappling at Tom’s own clothes, trying to tug them off.
Tom was practically lifting Bill off his feet as he pressed Bill into the door, he fused their lips together electrically and Bill moaned as Tom nudged his tongue into his mouth, licking the confines thoroughly and tasting the cool metal of Bill’s tongue ring.
“Fuck me, Tomi,” Bill panted, “Fuck me please.”
Tom growled and hooked his hands behind Bill’s legs, hoisting him up into his arms. Bill was still pressed against the door, keening as Tom massaged his ass through his trousers where he clutched his little body in his arms. Bill wrapped his arms around Tom’s waist and began to kiss his twins face, his chin, his nose, his cheeks, then he trailed down his neck, sucking at the skin there, marking his territory.
Tom shivered and linked his hands tightly under Bill’s ass, creating a little seat for Bill to perch on. He stumbled backwards towards their bedroom, kissing Bill all the way. Bill was tugging on Tom’s braids desperately, winding them around his fingers as he squirmed in his brothers arms.
“Bill, Bill,” Tom mumbled, “Stop wriggling. I’m gonna drop you.”
“So fucking horny,” Bill replied without ceasing his movements.
Tom laughed into Bill’s mouth and at last they entered Tom’s room, which in fact was a shared sleeping accommodation. They stumbled over several piles of Bill’s clothes and various ailments he’d accumulated over the years and fell onto the bed. Bill wriggled up to the head of the bed, dragging Tom up with him.
Tom instantly dipped his groin low, rubbing it against Bill’s, both boys moaned in pleasure and began rocking fervently.
“Clothes off,” Tom demanded.
Bill raised his arms above his head expectantly and sat up as Tom yanked his shirt over his head. A ripping sound was heard as it popped off Bill’s head and they both looked at the shirt, Tom turned it over and inspected it, “Shit, we ripped a few buttons off.”
Bill shrugged, “It’s a stupid shirt. I don’t like it.”
Tom lifted an eyebrow sceptically, “Really?”
Bill shrugged again, “Well, I do. But I like your dick more.”
Tom grinned and rubbed his groin over Bill’s again, Bill shivered and smoothed his hands down Tom’s back, pulling him close again, “Tomi,” he breathed.
Tom’s hands were everywhere, exploring Bill’s body, touching all his favourite places. He cupped Bill’s cheek delicately and stroked a thumb over the soft skin there, Tom admired the pink tint that had crept over Bill’s face, “You’re beautiful.”
Bill smiled, his eyes sparkling , “If I am, so are you.”
Tom scoffed, “Never heard that one before.”
Bill stuck his tongue out and before he could tuck it back in his mouth, Tom stooped to capture it between his lips. Bill giggled, “Come on, no foreplay this time, I want you in me. Now.”
Tom groaned his cock throbbing, more heat rushed down to it and he swore it got harder than it already was if that were possible.
“Alright, help me get naked.” He sat up on his haunches between Bill’s spread legs and looked down at his twin.
Bill just stared up at Tom appraisingly and blinked slowly, “What do you want me to do?”
“Help me take my clothes off,” Tom said flatly.
Bill propped himself up on his elbows, “But I’m not naked yet. I want to be naked.”
Tom rolled his eyes in exasperation, “Undress yourself.”
Bill shook his head, “Help me?” He pouted, his eyes wide and innocent.
“Ngh, how can I resist you?” Tom wondered out loud, he massaged his palm into Bill’s crotch eliciting a quiet moan from his brother. Then he made quick work of Bill’s belt and zipper for the second time that day. This time there would be no interruptions, Tom would make sure of it. Sex with Bill was something to be treasured and treated with respect and dignity. Well, perhaps not dignity.
Bill’s trousers bunched as they slipped down his porcelain thighs, “Ugh Bill, fucking boots.”
Bill grinned and shut his eyes, laying back contentedly on the pillows and stretching, “Sort it out.”
“On it.” He drew the zip down on Bill’s boots and pulled, they slipped off and were thrown on the floor, quickly followed by the trousers. Now all that Bill was wearing was a tiny pair of little black boxers.
He wriggled on the mattress and Tom stared at him contemplating his next move. Then he stooped to lick up Bill’s side, swirling his tongue over the tattoo on his hip. Bill squealed in delight and writhed.
Tom continued a wet path with his tongue, stopping at the elastic of Bill’s underwear. He glanced up and Bill, he was still smiling lazily, his eyes closed in bliss. Tom kissed his hip then rolled Bill’s boxers down his pale legs, admiring Bill’s cock as it sprung free, red and angry, and dropping tiny kisses down his twin’s spread legs. Once these were lost, Tom returned his attention to Bill’s hip, kissing down to his cock. He kissed the tip then suddenly sucked it into his mouth.
Bill shouted and bucked up into Tom’s mouth, almost gagging him but Tom took it, opening his throat up to allow room for Bill’s dick. He popped it out his mouth and licked a fat stripe up its length. Bill shuddered deliciously; blow-jobs had never been a particular talent and didn’t stand out in Tom’s sexual repertoire. That was more Bill’s area of things. However, he loved the soft little moans and twitches his brother initiated and he loved that he was the reason.
He took Bill’s cock into his mouth once more, sucking powerfully on it and tasting the succulent zest of Bill’s pre-come. He swallowed around his brother’s length, dragging his lips up and down repeatedly.
Bill was keening underneath Tom and Tom had to steady him, placing hands flat on each thigh, pinning his legs to the bed. Bill moaned, “Tom, Tomi. You have to stop.”
Tom released Bill’s cock with another slight pop and blinked at his brother, admiring the slender angles of his naked body.
He allowed his twin a few moments to relax, then crawled up and was enveloped in Bill’s arms.
They exchanged a long, passionate kiss, “You’re still not naked Tomi,” Bill noted in an almost whine.
Tom grinned, “I got distracted.”
Bill wrinkled his nose, “Well get naked then.”
“Aren’t you going to help?”
“I want to watch,” Bill stretched his hands behind his head and rested on them languidly.
Tom looked at Bill then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, fingering each button carefully. Bill frowned, “What?” Tom asked.
“It’s taking fucking ages,” Bill said.
“That’s why I never wear shirts.” Tom explained ruefully.
Bill sat up in a flurry, “Let me do it,” he sighed.
Tom grinned, he was perfectly happy to let Bill undress him, it was one of the many perks of Bill’s impatience. Many people found it a flaw yet Tom embraced it, it meant things were done quicker and performed with more efficiency.
The remainder of Tom’s buttons were prized open and Bill all but ripped it from Tom’s torso. When it was eradicated, Bill leant back to admire the view. Tom inclined over Bill, kissed him quickly and pulled back again, “Now help me with my trousers.” He grinned enticingly.
Bill rolled his eyes, “You’re such a baby.”
“Oh, I’m the baby?” Tom raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, you are.” Tom’s trousers were yanked down revealing his glistening cock.
Bill smiled, “I’ve wanted you all day.” He told Tom’s penis and stroked it fondly.
Tom shuddered and removed Bill’s hands from around his cock, “And we’ve wanted you,” Tom said, placing his hands either side of Bill, looming above him.
“Stick it in me, Tomi,” Bill whispered.
Tom blinked, “I can’t do that to you.”
Bill wrapped his legs around Tom, “Yes you can. I’ve been ready since you had me pinned against the tent this afternoon.”
Tom grinned, “I could have made you come like that,” he noted proudly.
Bill blushed but nodded in agreement, “But right now I want you to make me come with your dick.”
Tom gulped. Bill’s blunt requests were always so dirty, “Let me stretch you a little bit.”
Bill moaned in protest but shut up as Tom stuck two fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking all over them. He removed them and brought them down to Bill’s ass. Bill spread his legs expectantly and Tom just brushed the opening lightly.
Bill shivered, “Tomi.” He whined.
Tom ducked down to kiss Bill and pushed two fingers in, just entering Bill. Bill melted into Tom’s mouth and pushed down onto Tom’s fingers, groaning as they curled and tickled inside his hole.
Bill’s chest heaved, “Tomi, I love you.”
“You’re not just saying that because my fingers are up your ass?” Tom queried.
Bill screwed his eyes and Tom curled his fingers deeper and shook his head, “No, I love you for everything.”
“Everything?” Tom propped himself up on the hand that hadn’t disappeared between Bill’s legs to get a more satisfactory view of Bill, splayed wantonly beneath him.
Bill nodded vigorously, still not opening his eyes, “Every fucking thing you do Tomi. I love you for it.” He was panting now.
Tom pumped in and out of Bill’s entrance, watching in wonder as his little brother writhed in ecstasy.
Bill moaned especially loud and reached down between his legs, grabbing at Tom’s hand, pulling it out from inside himself, “You have to stop, we’ve done enough of this.”
Tom didn’t disagree this time and swooped in to capture Bill’s lips, they made-out long and desperate, clinging onto each other and rubbing all over each other’s sweat-slicked body.
“Toooomi!” Bill whimpered, “Do it now!”
Tom obeyed, reaching under a pillow to pull out a little bottle of lube. Bill watched as Tom squeezed a generous dollop onto his hand the slicked his cock up with the substance, he licked his lips, cheeks tinting as Tom caught him.
“So big,” he murmured.
“So small,” Tom countered, aligning his dick with Bill’s tiny hole.
Bill was bent on half, Tom holding his legs up behind his knees. He watched as Tom bumped into his opening, he held his breath as he was breached, wincing at the initial burn he always felt if he’d not been fully stretched.
But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. Bill gasped, loving the sensation of being penetrated, he pulled Tom down closer to kiss him, he loved this position, it meant they could exchange kisses.
Tom jerked forward, now fully seated up to the base of his cock in Bill’s ass, his hips kissing his twin’s ass cheeks.
Bill wrapped his arms around Tom’s neck and rocked upwards. Tom began pumping slowly in and out of Bill, both boys hissing in pleasure.
“Tomi,” Bill asked breathlessly, “Tomi?”
Tom buried his face into Bill’s neck, “What?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to get married?”
Tom groaned, “Bill, the only way I’m getting married is if I marry,” Tom thrust into Bill forcibly eliciting a gasp from his twin, “you.” Tom finished with a grunt.
Bill’s body writhed beneath him and he angled his hips up to meet Tom, “You’d marry me?” He asked wide-eyed.
“Of course,” Tom gritted, “Who else would I marry?”
Bill squealed and wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist, reaching up around his neck and pulling him down to connect their lips again.
“Bill,” Tom managed, his face scrunched as Bill’s ass contracted around his cock, “I love you.”
Bill smiled, pushing his hips up sharply the way they both loved. Tom gasped and Bill screamed, throwing his head back against the fabrics of the bed.
Tom pulled Bill up so he was seated on his dick, clasping one hand around the small of Bill’s back and twining his fingers of the other hand with Bill’s. Bill’s head had lolled back as he’d been lifted and Tom tilted it to him, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I”, kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “love”, kiss, “you.”
That was it for Bill, he couldn’t take the fire that coursed through his body and he flopped backward, landing on the bed and bouncing slightly, eyes tight shut and arms flying out either side of him. Tom followed suit and jerked into Bill one more time before Bill came hotly across both their stomachs. Tom’s hand snaked down to pump Bill’s cock, milking his release. He watched his twin pant, an expression of beautifully crafted bliss etched across his perfect face.
Then Bill opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Tom, tilting his hips up for Tom to receive the ultimate high.
“Are you close?” He whispered into Tom ear then flicked his tongue out to taste his twin.
Tom nodded, he was so close, he was chasing his impending orgasm, desperately thrusting in and out of his baby brother.
Bill squeezed painfully tight around his twin, causing them both the cry out then pulled him down to his cheek, “I love you too.”
Tom grunted, then pushed forward into Bill and exploded, shooting his load into Bill. He shouted out his orgasm and humped into Bill’s ass once more before collapsing down over him, panting.
They lay like that for several moments, Bill stroking Tom’s braids tenderly. Finally Tom stirred, making to pull out of Bill. But Bill stopped him, winding his arms and legs around Tom tightly, “Stay Tomi,” he breathed.
Tom hummed and curled over his brother, “I love you.” he repeated.
“Even if you can’t marry me?” Bill asked quietly, still not ceasing his smoothing of Tom’s hair.
“I don’t believe in that shit,” Tom said, breathing in the sweet scent of his brother’s neck.
“Oh?”
“We’re forever and ever, Bill. Marriage or not.”
Bill sighed in utter contentment, “You’ll love me forever and ever?”
“Yes Bill.”
Silence followed this declaration and both twins rocked slowly together on the bed.
“Tomi?”
“Yes Bill?”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes Bill.”
I hope you liked it :) Drop a comment if you have a moment. Happy New Year!