I Only Want You for One Night

“Do you like it right here, baby?” long slender fingers roamed over my body, the manicured nails so gentle against my skin.

“Mm, yeah. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Light kisses all over my skin, a warm mouth satisfying my flesh every now and then. Everything but my mouth had been given equal love, and it was killing me. I wanted to kiss those soft, full lips and feel the cold metal in my lip press against foreign skin, wiping away all need I had.

As if reading my mind, the wonderful mouth found its way to mine, forcibly opening my mouth and becoming immediately dominant, a feeling I wasn’t used to but loved nonetheless. I tangled my fingers messily in long, dark, soft hair, physically begging for more than a kiss on the mouth.

All of a sudden, my lips were alone, still trying to kiss what wasn’t there. I was almost about to yell out when I felt my pants and boxers being removed. I smiled and I felt those fingers brush lightly where I was already sporting a rail spike…

“Come on, baby, scream for me,” said the tantalizing voice again, enveloping me in his mouth.

I gasped out loudly. The warm mouth was now hot and needy, skillful and experienced as it pleasured me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop, oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t, auch mein gott!”

I grabbed for purchase, which came in the form of me grabbing fistfuls of sheets in my fists as I arched my back up and came into that beautiful mouth, letting out a loud, raspy scream.

I panted and felt a body move up mine fluidly, those beautiful tapered fingers skimming my skin, that warm, soft mouth taking its place on mine again.

They soon broke off from mine, whispering something to me seductively. “Ich liebe dich, Tom.”

“Ich wieß, ich liebe dich…” my last word, a name, is faded from sound as that mouth is attached to mine once again. My lips part, allowing the warm muscle into my mouth, that silver tongue stud arousing me again.

I lean into the kiss more, letting my hand travel down the body on top of mine, reaching for the button on the jeans covering what I want…

I yelled in terror and sat bolt upright, smacking my head on the ceiling of my bunk as I did so. I was immediately blinded by pain. I fell back onto my pillow, clutching my forehead with both hands.

“Aw, fuck, that hurt,” I muttered, rolling over, fighting my way to the bathroom on the bus through my splitting headache and blurry vision.

I had been having these kinds of dreams frequently lately. And they never turned into wet dreams, which I hadn't had since I was, oh, fifteen, but I came damn close to it one time. Nope, I just always woke up with such a painfully needy hard-on that I could barely walk with. I almost fell into Georg’s bunk once because of this inability to walk.

I stumbled into the bathroom and began to fix my problem, trying to keep my noises to a minimum.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy sex dreams, I enjoy them very much, it’s just, I don’t enjoy them when they’re about me and-

Wait, wait, no, you can’t know that. I shouldn’t even know it.

I’m Tom-motherfucking-Kaulitz, playboy of Tokio Hotel, infamous for having a different girl almost every night, and written off as such, with girls.

I refuse to be having these dreams about a guy. I absolutely refuse.

Especially the guy they were about. That’s just so wrong on so many levels, I’m going against the world with this.

I fixed my problem and tried to do it quietly, so I turned on the faucet full-blast. I flushed it all away and washed my hands. I came out of the bathroom only to smack right into Bill, who looked tired but alert.

My blood ran cold. Aw shit, I knew that look.

“Lonely, are we, Tom?” he teased, wrinkling his nose as he smiled.

“Nein, nein, I just…”

“Awe, my big brother got a girlfriend!” he sang out, running through the bus. I looked at him.

“Huh?”

“What’s this about Tom having a girlfriend?” Gustav, sticking his head out from his bunk. He was playing a Gameboy. My god…

“Yeah, who’s the lucky lady, Tomi?” Georg asked, looking at me from the place he sat on the couch.

“I know her name!” Bill said happily, smiling at me.

I was still confused. “What are you talking about?”

“What’s her name, Bill?” Georg prodded, putting his magazine down.

All three of them looked at me. I was at a loss for words.

“Her name?” I stuttered, swallowing. I had no idea where Bill was going with this.

“Her name is…” Bill bit his tongue as he smiled. “Rosy Palm!”

I didn’t understand it at first. I blinked a few times before Gustav started to laugh. “Ew, Tom, that’s so disgusting!”

“Yeah, man, seriously. We’re three hours from home, you think you could have waited,” Georg rolled his eyes.

I looked down at my hand, then back at the bathroom. Rosy Palm… “Auch mein gott, Bill, you’re so horrible!”

“Was?”

“You just had to alert the whole damn bus of what I just did, didn’t you? You’re supposed to be my brother, you arschloch!” I yelled at him, flipping him off before jumping back into my bunk, pouting like a six-year-old.

I sat like that for a few seconds before I heard my curtain being pulled back and felt someone sit next to me. And I knew exactly who it was.

“Go away Bill,” I mumbled.

He made a ‘tsk’ noise and nudged me. “Hey, I’m sorry, all right? I shouldn’t have said that, and I won’t do it again. I was just looking for a joke.”

“Does it look like I’m laughing?”

He sighed. I then felt him snuggle up next to me, hugging me. I froze. Holy hell…

“Come on, Tomi, I’m sorry, I really am! Please forgive me? Please, please, please, please?” he hugged me tighter as he repeatedly begged.

I knew that if he didn’t stop hugging me soon, I’d regret something very much indeed, so I said it. “I forgive you, you big idiot, now get off me, I don’t swing that way.” I laughed.

He pulled one of my dreads lightly. “And I do? Jeez, Tom.”

“You know what I meant, now get off me, I’m thirsty.”

He stood up. “I bet you are, after your romp with Rosy.”

My jaw dropped. “Bill, I’ll kill you!”

He laughed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

I sighed. I may have disliked him sometimes, but I would always love him, no matter what.

He was, after all, my little brother.

And that, in a way, made things even worse than they were.

~+~

Two and three-quarters hours later, I found myself alongside Bill in front of our house. We had a few suitcases between us.

I lifted my shades up a bit and rubbed my eyes. “I’m so fucking glad to be home,” I said, my eyes dry and itchy from lack of sleep.

Bill nudged my arm. “Why are we standing outside? Mom’s probably waiting for us, and she’ll have cookies in her jar, and not just any cookies, but peanut butter cookies! The homemade kind!”

“Sounds good, but Bill, I am going straight into my room and sleeping after I saw hello to Mom and Gordon, and I swear, if you bug me, I’ll force feed you an apple.”

“I’d like to live to see twenty, if you don’t mind.”

“Then do as I say,” I said, putting my sunglasses back on and grabbing my bags as I walked up to the house. Bill followed me quickly, matching my steps.

We reached the front door. I opened it and Bill called out, “Mom! We’re home!”

I heard my mother run in from the living room. She squealed excitedly when she saw us and threw herself into our waiting arms. “Oh my goodness, boys, I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you so much!”

I thought it was a bit funny at how much Bill and I towered over our mother.

I looked over at Bill and fought back the funny feeling in my stomach that I hadn't felt since I had my last girlfriend.

Man, this was going to be a long vacation…