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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Tokio_Hotel
  Relationship:
      Bill_Kaulitz/Tom_Kaulitz, Tom_Kaulitz/Original_Female_Character, Tom
      Kaulitz/Original_Male_Character, Bill_Kaulitz/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Tom_Kaulitz, Bill_Kaulitz, Gordon_Trümper, Original_Male_Character(s),
      Original_Female_Character(s), Jörg_W
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Drama, Road_Trips, Hurt/Comfort, Twincest_-_Not_Related, Minor
      Character_Death, Paedophilia, Underage_Sex, Violence, Voyeurism, Blood
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-31 Completed: 2014-09-08 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 39783
****** End of the Road ******
by MyrJuhl
Summary
     Circumstances have been hard on Tom. The little tramp hitchhikes
     wherever opportunities and free car rides take him. His past is far
     from picture perfect and it’s a long time ago since he was a virgin
     in every aspect of life. He has no sexual preferences and doesn’t
     care about labels. He sleeps with strangers for money but has no
     pimp. After being kicked out of his home, he doesn’t stick around
     long enough for people to know him before he’s off to someplace else.
     Tom is 15 years old.
     On his way to live with his dad and go to a new school, the Goth
     loving emo kid Bill unexpectedly hooks up with Tom when their paths
     entwine. The young dreadlocked teen becomes the reason that Bill
     crosses many boundaries on his own journey willingly or not.
     Dangerous as well as good things happen around Tom constantly, and
     Bill is literally hanging on trying to keep the skin on his nose and
     other people’s dicks out of Tom’s arse...
     Bill is 17 years old.
Notes
     Plot contributor: Bee Ta Baby. :)
     Original plot written for another fandom but rewritten for TH fandom
     BIG BANG FIC Challenge # 5
     Betas: Inwë Saralondé & Alexcat :D
***** Chapter 1 *****
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Sitting quietly, Tom watched the interaction between his mother and the man
she’d married five weeks ago... his seventh stepdad if he included those in
between marriages. They were arguing. Hand gestures underlining the harsh words
expressed between them.
Tom’s cheek was smarting. The guy had smacked him across the face, because Tom
didn’t take shit from him and talked back when he tried to ‘raise’ Tom. Like he
knew how to raise a kid other than ordering him around from his position in
front of the television. It wasn’t the first time - there had been stepdad
number one and two prior to number three. The other two had been the same types
of arseholes.
Every time his mother got herself a new husband, he would seem nice to Tom
until he moved in. Usually, it didn’t take much time before they got irritated
at Tom’s presence and started bothering him, beating him, and eventually his
mother would divorce them. That didn’t refrain her from picking out the exact
same brutal type of man the next time she yearned for a companion. Her previous
husband had kicked Tom out from home just because ‘he didn’t like Tom’s face’.
Tom didn’t have any other relatives nearby, and so he was left to become
homeless for a while before he returned when his mother had gotten rid of the
guy.
Why his mother ended up marrying these characters, Tom had no idea. Sex? Well,
she needn’t marry them to get some. Even though she was his mother, Tom could
appreciate that she was still a good looking woman. He snorted inwardly. She’d
already threatened this guy with a divorce when he was done ‘parenting some
sense’ into Tom the first time, and she was doing it again now albeit half-
heartedly.
Rolling his eyes, Tom slouched deeper into the worn out living room couch and
spread his legs. His fingers drummed impatiently on top of his knees, until he
decided they’d forgotten all about his presence. Then he got up and went for
the door.
An arm struck out the second Tom was within reach and grabbed him painfully
around one bicep.
“Not so fast, young man!” his stepdad growled. “Get your arse upstairs and do
your home work for a change.”
Tom frowned incredulously. Was this prick for real? Get serious! Tom was almost
sixteen and hadn’t been to school the last half year. Practically a grown up.
He bagged groceries down the local supermarket a few hours during the week to
help his mother out with their tight money situation when there was no stepdad
in the horizon. Not that it made any difference. This stepdad was unemployed –
which the couple also fought about because he’d claimed that he had a job
before they married. Suddenly, the man hadn’t and she was now supporting him,
too, from her meagre salary as a hairdresser.
“Let go of him, Stephan,” his mother interrupted them tiredly. “Try and get
along, would you? I have to go and do some shopping now. I see you around.” She
put an arm around Tom’s neck and kissed the soft dreads adorning the top of his
head. He usually kept his hair in a pony tail that he pulled out of the back of
a cap. Baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt concluded his preferable attire. He
had a handful of those in his closet. Stuff he bought with his money or nicked
from the mall. He’d never gotten caught in the act. He was too clever for them,
even though his appearance should warn off the staff to keep an extra eye on
him. Tom’s luck was that he was a handsome kid who didn’t really look like a
shoplifter. But Tom lifted shops. It was practically a sport. And he knew
nothing better than making his mother happy when he brought home dinner. He’d
pretend he’d gotten it from the store manager when in fact he’d stolen it. He
got away with it because, occasionally, the manager did give him freebies when
customers forgot their purchases or things ran out of date.
Tom gave his mother a squeeze around the waist and took the opportunity to slip
up the stairs.
“Yeah. And some beer!” he heard the man yell after his mother had already shut
the door.
Falling on his bed, Tom glared at the wall. It was covered in wrestling
posters, death metal bands, and anything else he could annoy the man with when
he stuck his head in to check on Tom. Tom supposed he’d never given the men in
his mother’s life a chance to connect with him. But he didn’t feel like he had
to. He’d had a great dad once, but he disappeared one day when he was very
young and his mother had never explained why he never came back; if he’d died
or simply just taken off - bored with his life and maybe his own family. Tom
didn’t believe that. He believed he’d just taken a break from life. That he was
out there somewhere waiting for Tom to visit him and make his day a little
brighter. And maybe make Tom’s brighter, too, in return.
Tom quickly blinked. He didn’t cry. Tears were for the weak. Getting up, he
ignored the wetness on his cheeks, pretending they were caused by something
else but feelings. Opening the window, Tom hatched up his pants and sat down
along the window frame. Next to the window, a tree stood close enough for Tom
to climb onto, grab his usual branch, and proceed to drop down expertly to the
ground. Seconds later, he jogged down the street. His mother’s car was already
gone, and Tom imagined he’d stay away at least till after supper. His mum would
save something for him in the fridge. Hopefully, the argument between her and
his stepdad would be over by then.
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Aiming for a particular part of town where Tom felt accepted for who he was to
a certain extent, he was already in a better mood.
“Hey kiddo,” he was greeted by a couple of men in an alley; amongst them Hansi
and August. Tom neared them with a small nod, the potent well known stench of
garbage and urine hitting his nose right away.
“Hey,” Tom greeted them wryly. “What’s up?” he asked, looking away
nevertheless.
“None of your business, kid,” Hansi said in that passive-aggressive way of his
at addressing people.
“What’s that?” August asked as he bent his tall beefy body in Tom’s direction,
touching his cheek a bit too sudden.
Tom flinched reflexively and smacked away his hand. “Nothing. Just that horse’s
arse joke of a stepdad using me as a punch bag.”
“Just say the word,” Hansi said. Tom shrugged not really caring if his stepdad
got beaten up or not.
“Want some?” August asked shaking the bottle in his hand.
Tom eyed the label, but shook his head. In spite of his shitty day, he didn’t
want to get drunk now.
“Your jaw working?” August then asked, his eyes glazing over in a familiar way,
and Tom knew what he was going to ask the next.
Nevertheless, Tom narrowed his eyes and looked back at him questioningly.
“Maybe...” he trailed off, pouting his full lips slightly.
“You short on cash, Tommy Boy?”
“Depends...” Tom answered with a slow bat of his long eyelashes.
“Suck my dick then. €10 all right?”
“Ten?” Tom snorted, immediately dropping the come on expression, exchanging it
for a calculating one instead. With August, it usually worked nowadays.
“All right, twenty,” August bid higher.
Tom nodded. He’d do it for twenty Euros. Quickly, August unzipped his pants,
pulled out his cock, and Tom fell on his knees in front of him. He started
sucking him right away, not wasting time making it better than absolutely
minimum. Tom wasn’t a whore that way and August didn’t expect him to act like
one. To Tom, August wasn’t gross to service and, what he proposed to Tom, never
made him feel disgusted about what he did. It was easy money and the job
usually never lasted more than five minutes. Today – four and a half, including
the time it took him to pocket the money afterwards.
Hansi laughed when Tom spat out come on the ground and wiped his mouth.
“So how’s it going?” Tom asked, trying to sound cool around the tough men.
“Same old, but getting more dangerous,” August replied.
“How so?” Tom couldn’t help asking. He did see lots of dubious drug related
activity around the place when he stuck around long enough, but he never felt
threatened.
“The Bachman brothers are pushing our territory. Wanting in on our business,”
Hansi elaborated. “Nothing you need to know about, kiddo.”
Well, Tom did indeed not want to know about that. He just asked to make a
smooth transition from the blowjob. He made it his business to stay out of
everybody’s way and didn’t want to get caught in anything pointing any kind of
negative attention his way. He got enough of that at home as it were already.
Grunting, Tom pulled out a crumbled pack of cigarettes from a side pocket of
his pants and Hansi reached out to light the one he got out for him. Chuckling
inwardly, Tom had never really figured out why these men were so gallant
towards him besides the obvious. Sure, he looked cool in his thuggish clothes,
had a soft mouth and a tight little arse, but why they tolerated him down
here... Tom blew out some smoke. Well, that was one of the reasons why he liked
coming here. They didn’t treat him like a kid and, to Tom that was like
stroking his ego in the right direction.
“Gotta get to work soon. Got any food, Aggy?” Tom asked the big man.
“Not today. Come by my place later tonight,” August offered, clasping the back
of Tom’s skull with his large hand.
However, tonight Tom would be home, so he wouldn’t take him up on the offer. He
had to get going if he was to make it on time, so he wasn’t going to stick
around for long. After he left the alleyway, he began to walk towards the
suburb where the supermarket was.
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Due to rush hour, the buses didn’t run regularly, and Tom realised he’d be late
if he didn’t catch one soon. Sighing, he supposed he’d have to hitch hike and
grab a free ride. Pulling off his cap, he tossed his heavy dreads across one
shoulder and hoped to catch someone’s attention.
It didn’t take long for a car to stop and Tom stepped closer, cocking his head
in a certain way and the man behind the wheel smiled invitingly.
“Need a ride?”
“Yeah. Elbe Einkaufszentrum?”
“Sure. I’m heading in that direction.”
“Thanks,” Tom quickly stepped inside the vehicle and buckled up.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” the man asked as he taxied back into traffic.
“Yeah. But we get off early on Fridays. I have to get to work now,” Tom lied on
the fly.
“I have kids in school,” the man added.
Tom gave him a quick glance over, but his ride seemed to focus on the traffic
and not Tom’s boyish charms. Cool. He might not have to ‘pay’ him for the ride.
“High School?”
“Nah. Much smaller. Kindergarten and 2nd grade.”
They sat for a while not talking, then the man said, “Looks like it’s going to
rain later tonight.”
“Hm. Hopefully the bus will be on time then,” Tom said.
The man turned his head. “I could come a-and get you... if you’d like.”
Tom shrugged. “That’s cool. But my girlfriend will pick me up if I’m late.”
“Of course. Just...” the man rolled his wrist to indicate he’d had no dirty
intentions when in fact that’s exactly what he’d had. Tom knew. He just didn’t
care. Still, he looked back at him meeting the man’s eyes to let him get a good
look at Tom’s own beautiful brown ones.
The man fumbled with his pocket all of a sudden and produced a few bills.
“Here. Take these.”
Tom couldn’t help smiling. The guy was paying for his guilty thoughts even
though he hadn’t done anything other than thinking them. Tom accepted the
money, nevertheless. It was a strange world of give and take.
When they arrived at the parking lot, Tom got out and shut the door softly with
no other words in parting. He wasn’t going to see this man again and quickly
entered the store. Changing into a t-shirt uniform, he was ready to start work.
One of the check-out assistants looked oddly at Tom as he arranged his hair
under his cap, but when didn’t they look at him strangely? Taking his place at
the end of one of the other check outs, Tom bagged groceries for a while,
dreaming about food and smiling sheepishly when his stomach growled. He stole a
candy bar from a customer while bagging her stuff. She’d bought a handful, so
he imagined she wouldn’t miss one. That satisfied his stomach for a while.
Suddenly, the store manager came out and went straight for him.
“Shit, Tom. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you.”
“I’ve been here for a while already, Mr. Meyfarth,” Tom said, but the man
wasn’t hearing what he said. He had such a serious expression in his eyes that
Tom instantly became apprehensive about what he was trying to tell him.
Tom followed Mr. Meyfarth to his office and was asked to sit down. “Am I fired
or something?” Tom asked.
“Gods, Tom. No.”
Tom rubbed his forehead and adjusted his cap uncomfortable as he looked at Mr.
Meyfarth’s face trying to decipher his expression.
“Your mother... she was here earlier shopping.”
“So?” Tom interrupted, but his stomach instantly tightened painfully.
“Someone accidentally sped up in reverse and hit her with their car as she was
loading her purchases into the trunk. She...”
Obviously, Mr. Meyfarth carried on talking, but Tom just stared at him as he
heard him telling in details how his mother had died out there. Right outside
the front of the store and nobody had bothered telling him when he came in two
hours ago. Slowly, Tom got up.
“Want a lift home, Tom?” Mr. Meyfarth asked with genuine sorrow on his face
now.
“Thanks,” Tom said quietly, stunned.
As he stepped out of the office, his mind was full of static noise, pictures
and memories, full blown hate, and a heartbreaking desperate sense of the
fucking unfairness the world was throwing in his face. He willed himself not to
cry. The wetness on his cheeks had to be sweat. He felt so hot he could almost
self combust and it stressed him out. Adrenaline was shooting fireworks through
his veins, making his body shake out of control.
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He didn’t remember when he collapsed in Mr. Meyfarth’s arms. He might vaguely
remember being brought home in a daze by his worried boss, but the rest felt
like a blur. At some point during the evening, the door to his room was opened
with a loud bang that went like shock waves through his system.
“Get up from there. I SAID, GET UP!”
Tom tried to do as his stepdad said, but it felt like walking through water.
His limbs were so heavy and it was difficult to make his body respond to the
commands his brain was sending to it. Finally, he opened his eyes and saw his
stepdad’s face hovering over him. Tom rolled to the other side of the bed and
tumbled out.
“I want you out you little punk. You hear?”
Tom stared at him. “But mum is dead,” he said.
“But mum is dead,” he mocked Tom. “I would know, wouldn’t I? I went to fucking
identify her.” Closing in on Tom, the teen jumped back onto the bed and further
towards the window.
“I want you out. I don’t need a fucking kid cluttering up my life. You’re old
enough to take care of yourself.”
“I’m fifteen!” Tom objected. He still needed the safety net of a home no matter
how mature he considered himself, but his stepdad only laughed sarcastically.
Christ, Tom lived here! Had been living here longer than him. This was his
home. His mother had just died. What the fuck was wrong with him?
“Do I have to throw you out myself? Huh? Tom?” The man neared Tom who fled out
the window and leapt onto his trusted branch. The last thing he needed was a
repeat of the beatings he’d gotten earlier that day. Earlier - when his mum had
still been alive. Tom squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to cry now. He’d
postpone his grief to a time when he could afford it. Right now, he had to
prioritise other things.
Sliding down the tree, he stumbled to the ground and sat down to wait.
Monitoring the windows for several hours, he let his brain go of any other
thoughts but planning what to do now, and what things to bring with him. He
couldn’t bring a lot with him so he had to be very selective about which items
he did pick.
Finally, the lights went out, indicating that his stepdad had decided to go to
bed. Hearing the sound of the front door being locked, made Tom snort. The
window was still open, so obviously the man’d forgotten about that. Slowly, Tom
crawled back up the tree and with stealth returned to his room to soundlessly
gather the things he’d planned all evening. Putting belongings he needed or
didn’t want to part with into a duffle bag, he was ready to leave his childhood
home.
“Bye mum,” he whispered, before he disappeared the same way he entered. There
was only one person he could turn to now, and tonight he’d do just that.
Quickly, his feet took him in the direction back towards the alleyway. August’s
address wasn’t that far away from the area and, having been there several times
before when Tom hadn’t been able to live at home, he found it. Exhausted and
hungry he was let into the apartment by the owner.
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“Sweet...” August grunted on the bed, admiring the smooth tight backside he’d
just enjoyed. He grinned at Tom who wordlessly pulled his jeans back up and
stuck out his hand. The man gave the teen several bills that Tom stuffed in his
pocket. August had come through and given him shelter and a shoulder to cry on
last night when he’d been overwhelmed by sorrow and tiredness. This morning,
however, Tom had repaid August the only way he knew how, and that August would
give him that much money, Tom was grateful knowing he’d need them soon. He
wanted to leave right away though. He didn’t feel so safe now that his mind was
clearer and he was set on getting a head start on his journey. He was going to
find his father. He was his only relative and, right now, Tom felt keenly that
his father had to be out there. He had to feel that Tom needed him.
Glancing back at August, Tom waved with a small smile. August smirked.
“Take care, Tom. Stick around, all right?”
Tom snorted. Yeah, right. August might be kind to Tom, but he wasn’t a saint
and certainly not a person one would want to stick around for too long in
quarters such as these.
“Grab an umbrella on your way out, kid. It’s raining,” August said,
interrupting his thoughts.
Tom obeyed. It did rain and he hadn’t a jacket that could withstand the wet
element. With his young heart filled with hope, he left August’s place.
Jumping noisily down the staircase, his long dreads bounced around his impish
face, Tom sauntered back into the street life. Continuing directly to the diner
across the street, he bought himself a sandwich paid with some of his quickly
earned money. As promised, August had fed him last night, but he was just as
hungry this morning as he had been all of yesterday. He then went outside to
eat his food under August’s umbrella. He saw a couple of guys resembling the
Bachman brothers enter the building he’d left minutes prior, and he followed
the action intensely with his eyes. His survival instinct told him it had been
wise to leave August’s place as soon as possible, and it didn’t take long
before he heard some gun shots. August sure had a different kind of company now
than the one he’d enjoyed with Tom. A few frightened screams were heard here
and there, but Tom wasn’t really fazed by it. He knew what had happened.
Someone had died up there just now. If August was the unlucky one, Tom couldn’t
afford being involved in a murder. Soon the place would be swamped with cops,
and Tom could risk that someone knew he paid the guy frequent visits for a
handful of money. Besides, everyone knew from watching TV documents that your
DNA would probably be all over the place up there, incriminating you by
default.
Tom ran before the Bachman brothers came out again and maybe saw him. Looking
for his dad had moved back several points in his priority schedule. Now he just
had to get the hell away from there fast and lay low for a while before moving
on.
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“Your father will expect your call when you arrive at the bus station, Bill,”
his mother said, smoothing out her son’s carefully gelled spiky hair.
Craning his neck to avoid getting his coif ruined, Bill responded, “Yeah, well,
Dad and I agreed I could have a few days to myself so he needn’t interrupt his
office time just to pick me up.”
“You’ll need the keys...”
“I can manage, mum. I already have keys. And Mr. Salmon will answer the door
anyway.”
“Mr. Sallmann, Bill. He’s not... a fish,” his mother ended lamely.
Bill grinned at her, and she smiled, too. Bill’s dad was a very rich and very
successful business man with a butler and a housekeeper. Occasionally, there
was a maid, too. Hmmm. There also was a chauffeur, but he was usually brought
along on the job having side chores there as well. What Bill knew wasn’t in the
house, though, was female company. Bill’s dad seemed to have forgotten all
about dating after his divorce in favour of work – which had lead to the
divorce in the first place. Bill thought that was sad, but then again, his
mother hadn’t found a new husband either, so maybe neither of them was cut out
for marriage. So in that sense, Bill was probably lucky to have even been
conceived.
“Look, I’m going to have a great time there. Don’t worry, mum.”
“Oh...” His mother looked taken aback. Although Bill’s parents had been
divorced for years, she still didn’t really comprehend that Bill thought of his
father’s mansion like house just as much as home as he did hers. Also, she
mothered him more than his father would ever dream of. Bill was perfectly
capable of travelling by bus and train by himself, and yet she always wanted to
drive the approximately three hundred kilometres to bring him there to make
sure he’d arrive safely. Of course, Bill appreciated the concern, but he was
seventeen now and didn’t really find it cute anymore. Bill wanted to take the
journey on his own and get an experience out of it.
Bill’s school had had to shut down. It turned out that the ceiling of the
entire school was made of asbestos sheets and it would take months to replace
them with new non toxic ones. Bill had chosen the sudden free time granted all
students to find new schools to move in with his father and go to school there.
All of his school friends were already scattered elsewhere to accommodate their
own educational needs, so it would be a bore to stick around here. His mother
was very disappointed about his decision, but Bill had reached an age where he
wasn’t as connected to her as he used to be. He felt a bigger need to stay with
his father for a while. She would just have to get over it.
“I’d better be going. The weather forecast promised rain.”
“Well.” His mother shook her head, indicating ‘there was nothing left she could
do’, and Bill smiled.
“I’ll be fine. Am I usually not fine?” Bill asked her, knowing his use of
makeup worried her. She’d even asked him at one time if he was insecure being a
boy, and he had laughed because he was so far from feeling like a girl he could
possibly go. No, he wasn’t insecure being a boy; in fact, he was gay. He just
liked the way he looked in makeup.
“I know you are, darling. It’s just that sometimes people think you’re more
fragile than you are.” Then she kissed his cheek, and that was Bill’s cue to
leave.
Yeah, he knew he looked a bit like a girl in his Goth clothes, but he thought
it looked cool combining his clothes with using makeup. It shouldn’t make him
less masculine, and if anybody thought so, well, fuck them. Bill pulled his
duffle bag over his shoulder and started marching towards the bus stop.
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***** Chapter 2 *****
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“Fucked up weather,” Tom grumbled, as he shuffled towards the bus stop late in
the afternoon. He’d been on his feet all day, debating back and forth what his
best options were and he hadn’t really gotten anywhere remotely far away. Only
now, he’d finally decided what to do as he headed for the first bus stop in the
direction of his route. He was partially protected from the wet masses by his
umbrella, but most of his clothes were soaked. As he reached the stop sign, he
noticed another person standing there waiting for the bus, too. At first, their
sharp facial features and soft fringy Manga haircut spoke of oriental origins.
In fact, the whole emo package was very pleasing to his eyes, Tom remarked
dispassionately. But the kohl rimmed shape of the eyes didn’t quite convince
him. Caucasian then. Boy or girl? Tom couldn’t tell for sure, but he chanced
this was a boy because the person was quite tall.
The boy looked like a student in spite of his gothic dress code. Everything Tom
wasn’t. Ducking his head, Tom didn’t want to make conversation with smart
people. He hated when they began to figure out what kind of person Tom was. It
wasn’t their business in the first place. But not talking at all probably
couldn’t be avoided when there was only the two of them waiting in the rain for
the bus to come. Nevertheless, Tom couldn’t help darting looks at him anyhow,
because the guy only had one of those ridiculous newspapers for free that
cluttered all the bus stops now a days lifted over his head. It surely wouldn’t
shelter him from the rain much longer. Any second now and it would collapse.
Tom briefly wondered where the bus shelter had gone to if there had ever been
one. He’d never taken the bus from this part of town; not that he ever took the
bus anywhere regularly. But he had the money and for a change, he didn’t mind
this kind of transportation.
The other boy was thoroughly soaked. The long black fringes poked out from
under his hood, dripping with rainwater and pulling a black line in the corner
of one of his eyes from his makeup. Tom knew he had to offer him to share the
ridiculous orange broken umbrella August had given to him. Anything else would
be selfish. The world was full of people who had enough in themselves - Tom
belonged to that group a hundred and ten percent, but somehow the situation
spoke to a kind streak he hadn’t touched for a while in his young life.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “Hey? Wanna share my umbrella?”
Nodding wordlessly, the student kid dumped his newspaper in the wastebasket
with a grateful smile, where after they stood sharing the same space; waiting
for the bus.
When the bus still hadn’t shown twenty minutes later, Tom decided to address
him since the silence was getting on his already jumpy nerves. “When was the
bus supposed to departure?”
His companion looked at Tom. "Well, I’ve waited ages. They must have skipped
the last one. It’s usually every twenty minutes."
"I don't really know about bus departures. I don’t usually do buses. Cost too
much money." Tom paused. Then he continued, “How long have you waited?” It was
not that he really cared, as the bus obviously wasn’t coming. At this point,
however, he was bored to tears and had decided to make conversation. Normally,
he would just have moved on in another direction, but the shooting incident had
changed a lot of his plans. He’d get around to finding his dad soon enough, but
right now, he just wanted to get away.
“More than half an hour. In the rain.”
“Fuck!” Tom exclaimed, with a purring quality to his voice. It wasn’t as if he
would actually spend precious money on the fare, but he hoped he could pay the
chauffeur with a blow job for a few stops. Passengers watching or not mattered
nothing to Tom, if it got him a free ride.
"They usually don’t skip,” the brunet argumented, his brown eyes scrutinising
Tom. “I’m Bill.”
“Tom. Hi. Tall, huh?”
Bill smiled and shrugged. It was obvious.
Looking around the sparsely populated area, Tom wondered what this Bill dude
was doing here. It was Saturday so no school. He was looking good enough to
make quite a few Euros if he cared to suck off strangers. It didn’t seem likely
that he was getting home from school or work from this place. But then again,
what did Tom know about other people’s transportation habits?
Before Tom could continue that train of thought, he shrugged not really caring.
Then he saw car lights ahead coming towards them. Automatically putting a
dazzling smile on his sweet young face, he cocked a sharp hipbone, and flicked
his thumb ready to demonstrate he was hoping for a ride. The car actually
stopped with an eager screech and, as Tom dropped the pathetically wet umbrella
to the ground, the car window rolled down slowly, electrically. Tom walked the
few feet of distance between him and his target and leaned in over the window,
making sure his body was stretched and visible to the man sitting behind the
wheel's view. In spite of its size, his wet t-shirt clung to his ribcage,
exposing how small his proportions were, how soft and inviting the skin
stretched across his collarbones. But especially how tight his little arse was,
poking into the air in that provocative position.
"You have space for the two of us?" Tom asked in a sweet little voice, knowing
the effect his long lashed, beautiful brown eyes had on any individual, men as
well as women.
"No problem," the man replied, flicking a quick look to Tom and then Bill to
try and establish their gender. Not finding boobs didn’t seem to be a problem.
Looking up, Tom signalled to the brunet's freezing form. "Well, are you coming
or growing roots?" he asked with a smirk.
Taking a quick decision, Bill decided to accept the offered ride. The bus was
not coming, and Tom seemed like an easy going character. Walking towards the
car, he then slipped into the back seat, and left the front for his travel
companion. Tom’s actions just now had shocked Bill for certain, but he felt
drawn to the scenery nevertheless. He had no doubt that Tom had skills Bill
could only dream about. Bill knew about con-artists and he was amazed he was
even sitting in this car witnessing everything. Tom was definitely not from
Bill’s usual social circuit. He was the bad kind of kid. The thrilling kind,
and Bill secretly admired him but that was all. He was also a little frightened
about the situation. What had he gotten himself into?
Once they were in motion, Bill let his mind wander for a moment, allowing the
gentle rocking motion of the car to lull him.
“Sorry about messing up your seats,” he heard Tom murmur.
“I’m not worrying about you messing up my seats, kid.”
Bill was brought back to the moment, when he noticed the subtle movement of
shoulder, the almost imperceptible slide as the boy moved closer, then...
wait... wait... there it was. The subtle gasp as Tom lightly stroked the
driver’s thigh, down between the legs, and then over the zipper covered cock,
and Bill knew what the kid was up to.
A slight jerking motion of the vehicle indicated Tom’s victim’s distracted
mind; his inattention as Tom’s head disappeared below the seat back, then the
rasp of metal upon metal as the fastener was lowered.
Not knowing what to think, Bill spoke to Tom, “Have him pull over before we
crash. I didn’t sign up to be caught doing this,” Bill whispered towards the
two people in front of him, not wanting to break the woven spell of lust, Tom
had so painstakingly created. Thinking that Tom was trying to earn a bit of
money, made Bill feel very uncomfortable, but flushed just the same. This was
very much like watching a porn movie, just uncomfortably blunt, plus the fact
that the driver had no scruples taking a blowjob from someone so young, grossed
him out. It didn’t matter to Bill that Tom had solicited the man first.
When the vehicle lurched and jostled slightly, then stopped, Bill slowly
unbuckled his belt and leaned over the cushioned back, watching as Tom licked
the driver’s thick shaft. He didn’t really want to watch but it was a bit like
a traffic accident: it was impossible to look away.
Bill wondered what made Tom offer doing it so willingly. The driver wasn’t even
that attractive. Suddenly, the man began pumping his hips and Tom gagged just
slightly. Alarmed, Bill looked at the man to find that he didn’t care one bit
about the tender throat he blocked with his cock. The man came shortly after
with much grunting and grabbed Tom’s hair firmly as he finished off. Then he
let go of him, almost pushing his head away.
Wiping his mouth, Tom sneered, “Swine.”
“And then some. Crawl on the back seat to your little girlfriend. How nice of
you to save her from doing it. Still, I don’t want you sitting here up front.”
Smirking, Tom did as the man said, and Bill looked incredulously at the dread
head, trying to signal to him that he’d appreciate if they got the hell out if
the car instead.
“I’m not a girl!” he objected.
“Don’t worry about it, Bill. We paid for the ride now. Let’s take it as far as
it goes,” Tom whispered in his ear. Tom didn’t panic too much when the driver
got rough during the blowjob. They did just as often as not, so Tom expected
it, and was indifferent when they didn’t.
The car was moving and the boys sat quietly next to each other as they moved
farther away from the city; farther away than Tom had hoped for so he was in a
good mood. He didn’t really care where he went. Momentarily, he had no
destination, so he might as well travel along as far as Bill was headed. It
mattered nothing to him. He didn’t have a clue where to look for his father
anyway, so when he decided to actually look for him, well... time would tell.
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An hour later, the man tossed them out on the main street of the town they’d
come to without further ado. The rain had stopped, and it was getting darker.
Their clammy clothes made them shiver in the cool summer breeze.
“Did he pay you?” Bill asked.
Tom smirked. “Ten.”
At first Bill was appalled, ten Euros for a blowjob? What kind of shit was
that? Who the hell was this kid? Did he think of himself so cheaply? But
realisation dawned slowly, forestalling any comments from the brunet. Tom and
his magical mouth had just gotten them about thirty kilometres further into
their... destination? Travel? Whatever you called it, they were that much
further along. Bill wasn’t so worried that he was off course. He wasn’t
supposed to be at his father’s anytime soon and, a bit of adventure with Tom
until he was supposed to be, suddenly seemed attractive. Deciding a simple bit
of gratitude was in order; Bill nodded, smiled, and showed his acceptance.
“Thanks, Tom.”
Although Bill’s father was well off, Bill himself didn’t have much cash on his
person right now; he did have credit card, but he wasn’t keen on bringing that
up until it was absolutely necessary. Bill had earned some extra cash helping
students in art class, even if it had only sustained him with smokes and an
occasional trip to the movies with his friends. Bill would never sleep with
strangers for money, but he saw the potential in the way Tom did it, although
he thought it was bordering on dangerous.
The boys surveyed their surroundings finding the town they were in to be small
and a bit run-down.
Tom let his duffle bag fall to the ground. “What a shitty place. Imagining
actually living here?” he asked Bill who nodded.
Turning, Tom saw a hotel of some sort across the street. “Got any money?” he
asked.
“Uh... a bit. Not much. Why?” Bill asked.
“Maybe we can bum some food if we offer our services,” Tom suggested, wanting
to stretch the money he had as far as he could.
Bill’s eyes turned huge and Tom realised what he’d said had sounded like and
quickly added, “Not that kind if service, Bill.”
Letting go of a kept breath, Bill laughed relieved. “How so... Oh, we could
offer to do the dishes? I have to admit that I don’t have much experience with
this.”
“Don’t sweat it. I have. I’ll do the talking,” Tom said confidently.
Agreeing with mutual nods that they were going to do this, the boys crossed the
street and went inside the establishment to present their request to wash
dishes. They were hired immediately and spent the evening helping out around
the place.
Tom was positively surprised by Bill’s attitude and mighty pleased to find that
his companion accepted things in stride like Tom did; improvising on the spot
to make the best of the situation. Tom hadn’t anticipated a travelling partner.
In his mind, he’d imagined he’d venture into the world on his own until he
would find his father sort of automatically. But now that Bill was here, he
realised that he liked his company and in truth – he felt a little better about
his life.
That Bill had offered to wash to help their financial status right now, meant
that Tom could count on him even though they hadn’t known each other for long.
By inviting Bill to join him in the car, Bill was now a part of Tom’s journey.
He didn’t know where Bill was heading yet, but for as long as they went the
same way, Tom was cool. Washing dishes was the sort of a foundation where they
could meet in terms of basic survival. However, Tom would never expect Bill to
blow drivers.
To Tom, sucking off men wasn’t exactly a call, and Tom just happened to be good
at the technique because that’s all there was to it. How he even started doing
it seemed a little vague by now, but it happened right after stepdad number
four. Tom had demonstratively stayed away from the house for a few days. His
mother had thrown out the guy and Tom nursed his latest bruises visiting the
alley. August had offered him his hospitality ‘for a small fee’. When Tom had
declared he had no money, August had bluntly told him he could suck his dick or
let him fuck his arse. Tom agreed to do both and August let him stay. Sometimes
he would even pay Tom for his favours. Ever since then, Tom had continued to
suck off the man, and he hadn’t stopped there. He’d sucked off a teacher once,
and he gave hand or blow jobs for a free ride if it served his purpose. If they
chose to pay him, well fine. Tom gladly took the money.
However, sometimes he caught himself liking the taste of cock if the man was
clean enough, like August. But he’d never admitted that to anybody. Nor that
the way he moaned not always was an act, but... stopping his thoughts, Tom
realised he’d spaced out as he stood with his hands buried in hot water. Masses
of dirty china stood in wobbling stacks on the kitchen counter behind him. Busy
night. Who would have thought with a joint like this?
Bill was standing next to him, sighing. “I suppose this wasn’t my best idea so
far. I had no idea we’d be at it for so long,” Bill said, the hot water making
him wince.
“Maybe not,” Tom said, “but we’ll get a nice pay out of this.”
 
At eleven in the evening, they were finally done. Despite they had a coughing
dishwasher at their disposal; they were done faster by hand, as it took the
machine one and a half hour to do one load.
Exhausted they received their pay, a couple of plates with a selection of
leftovers, and the offer to share a room.
“Couldn’t get it booked, and I’m sure you can use a good night’s sleep,” the
manager said.
Tom nodded with a smile. There was no hint of sexual favours in the man’s
kindness, and so he grabbed the offer without hesitation. Bill just went after
him, tired to the bone and grateful for a place to sleep. Quickly, they
undressed.
Only then did Bill realise that there was only one bed, and that they would
have to share it.
“Um...” he hesitated, daring a look in Tom’s direction.
Catching Bill’s discomfort, Tom snorted. “Look, even if you do look like a
girl, I’m not gonna hit on you. People hit on me.”
“Right. Fine,” Bill said. Well, he was used to people hitting on him, too, no
matter if they thought he was a girl or a boy.
“Okay,” Bill grinned embarrassed. “Stupid of me even if you were, I mean, but
you’re not and... I’m not either.”
“Who gives a fuck? Just go to sleep, Bill,” Tom said, already tired of the
topic.
Bill put in his charger to perk up the phone battery before he went to his side
of the bed. Actually, it was too small to comfortably fit two teenage boys, so
they’d have to make the best of it.
Several times during the night, Bill had to steal the comforter. Tom seemed to
hoard most of it every time Bill had fallen to sleep.
In the end, he decided to curl around Tom or else he wouldn’t get any sleep at
all. Miraculously, Tom stopped stealing their duvet and stayed quiet for the
rest of the night.
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The next morning, Bill awoke feeling eyes in the back of his neck. He must have
disentangled himself from Tom at some point, but that was fine. His arm felt a
bit numb from lying on the side for too long.
“You awake?” Tom asked.
“Yeah. You?” Bill asked back with a smile.
“No.”
Bill chuckled. “Wake up then.”
Tom sighed and sat up ruffling his dreads which stood in every direction. They
smelled faintly, and he needed a shower. The rain and the smells from the dish
washing yesterday were far from appealing right now.
Standing, Bill reached over his head, pulling his arms high.
Tom couldn’t help letting his eyes glance over Bill’s slight frame as he stood
there stretching. In spite of being extremely skinny, Tom thought he was a good
looking kid. Out of his clothes and without makeup, Tom still thought Bill
looked a bit like a girl, but less than yesterday, he supposed he’d gotten used
to it. When Bill looked over at him, Tom quickly averted his eyes. He wasn’t
seriously checking out the other boy, and didn’t want Bill to think he did.
“Want to take a shower first?”
“Yeah. I probably smell.”
“I didn’t say that,” Bill protested.
“No, but you probably thought it.”
Bill smiled. “Yeah. I did think it.”
Tom smiled back and got out of bed and marched to the small bathroom.
“Fuck there isn’t a shower!”
“Didn’t you notice that yesterday?”
“Why?”
“Well. I used the bath room before I went to bed and noticed.”
“Well I didn’t piss or anything before I went to bed. I didn’t even brush my
teeth,” Tom responded.
“Okay. Thanks, for telling me,” Bill replied frowning. Perhaps Tom was a little
bit weird after all. Who sucked off strangers in the blink of an eye anyway?
Shaking his head, Bill decided it was pointless to dwell upon it too much.
Tom was back shortly after, and he smelled freshly washed, and his hair was
gathered in a towel.
“You used the sink?” Bill asked pointing to the towel.
Tom deadpanned, “No, I just stuck my head in the toilet and flushed. Feels
almost like a shower.”
Bill laughed. “Oh, I definitely have to try that!”
When both boys were ready to leave the room, they went downstairs and were met
by the manager. In his hand was a plastic bag and he motioned towards them, “I
got some left-over from last night. Nothing in here will spoil anytime soon, so
it’ll travel easy with you.”
Tom lifted his eyebrows. Now that was a nice gesture he didn’t come across too
often. Reaching out, he quickly snatched it and had a look into it.
“Thanks,” he said, and tossed it into his duffle bag.
Bill smiled and waved as they left the hotel and went on their journey.
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A few hours later, Tom brought forth the bag and dug into it pulling out a few
biscuits and a few cans of soda. Tossing one pale golden roll to Bill, Tom
popped the top on his beverage. Eating as they walked, their meal was soon
finished.
“Gotta piss,” Bill announced, then casually stepped to the side of the road,
lowered his fly, and pulled out his cock. Tom kept his back turned, resolutely
ignoring the sounds of liquid hitting dirt. When Bill had finished, Tom turned
and did the same; somehow the intimacy of pissing together was different than
sharing a bed.
Strolling side by side, they quickly got tired of the fumes from the trucks,
the cars, and nobody seemed willing to give them a ride at this hour of the
day.
Trotting on, they spend time small talking, figuring out how much they were
willing to reveal to each other at this point.
“How old are you?” Tom asked the brunet.
“Seventeen... you?”
Tom sighed, “Fifteen.”
To Bill, although Tom was quite young compared to himself, he still had no
doubt he could trust him, as long as they were on the same side of course.
Despite being that much older, hitch hiking wasn’t exactly what Bill had done
the most. Actually, he’d never hitch hiked in his life. He would have taken the
bus as planned, but Tom dragged him along automatically when he looked over his
shoulder, asking him to enter the car with him. There was something alluring
about that moment that had re-played in his mind. Something about Tom’s eyes,
the curve of his body, how he literally had presented his arse to the driver...
Bill had to shake his head, and put the thoughts aside. He didn’t mean to judge
him. Tom was far too intelligent to be judged at first hand side. Bill needed
to know him better, and then he’d be able to get to the point of what he
actually felt about him.
Tom was using a stick as a cane. “Fuck... I’m not used to walk as much as this.
It’s because we’re two guys.”
“Oh... You mean...” Bill said.
“I don’t mean a fucking thing,” Tom interrupted softly. “Nothing. Don’t get all
nervous. I’ll take care of you,” he said.
Bill wanted to protest. The thought of this brattish kid taking care of him
seemed ridiculous, but he kept his mouth shut. Tom had meant it. At that point,
a car stopped right next to them, making them jump in surprise not having
expected it.
Eagerly, the driver rolled down his window. “You two looking for a ride
somewhere?”
“Sure. Any place, man,” Bill responded for them. A second later, the man’s eyes
lingered on Bill’s chest area a few moments too long, and Bill snorted
inwardly. Yeah, why don’t you take a closer look! Bill wondered how long it
would take for the guy to realise that he wasn’t a girl.
Apparently, that didn’t take long because the man eagerly drifted his attention
to Tom checking out his virtues. By the way he investigated the gap between
Tom’s loose hanging t-shirt and slouching jeans told Bill that this guy wasn’t
particular interested in girls – just like the driver from yesterday. He
realised that when it came down to it, it didn’t always matter what gender you
were. A mouth was a mouth and Tom really had a beautiful mouth.
Bill bit his lip. He had to admit that he thought Tom was quite good looking.
Tom dressed a little ridiculously, but Bill understood he wore those clothes to
look more confident and they helped him coming across tougher than Bill
suspected he was. Tom had a protective side to him that Bill had just witnessed
and in return it made Bill feel protective about Tom, too.
So this man went for young flesh. Tom’s flesh, and where the thought had just
made Bill feel embarrassed yesterday, today he was sickened by the repeated
scenario.
Being referred to the backseat again, Bill watched as Tom slid into the front
seat and unfazed went for the man’s zipper to pay for their trip with a blow
job. Occasionally, Bill caught the man’s eyes in the back mirror, but
eventually the look of them grossed him out and he stared out of the window
instead. His eyes flickered between the seats and he noticing how the man’s
hand rested on Tom’s neck, massaging the delicate hollow there. Bill swallowed
and was uncomfortable, sweaty.
“Fuck your mouth is talented, boy,” the man drawled.
Bill closed his eyes wishing it was over, and that Tom would hurry up and stop
making those slurping sounds. Bill didn’t want Tom to like this but honestly,
it did sound like it and it made Bill extremely self-conscious. The blowjob
took ten minutes and they were kicked out of the car shortly after.
“Disgusting pig,” Bill hissed.
“They’re all swines,” Tom said wiping his mouth. “And I was actually in the
mood...” he added, before he stopped abruptly feeling Bill’s gaze on him.
“What?” he asked narrowing his eyes, but Bill was speechless and just stared at
him with an incredulous expression on his face.
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Around noon the boys had hit another small town and, as soon as the local drug
store was located, they headed straight for some supplies.
“We have to rationalise and only buy what we need,” Bill said.
“Sure - you take care of that... I’ll just... browse,” Tom said.
Inside the shop, Bill quickly understood what that meant. Tom was planning to
shoplift the store.
Bill hurried in the opposite direction, not wanting to be near Tom if he was
caught... but if that happened, he’d distract the man behind the counter, and
hopefully they’d get away. He wouldn't leave Tom behind even if he didn’t
approve of it.
Moving to the glass-fronted refrigerator in the back, Bill pulled four large
bottles of water and sports drink. Lastly, Bill decided to pick an inexpensive
bag of salty crackers and some miscellaneous candy, before he moved towards the
counter, and casually placed the items down.
Watching carefully as the total was rung, he sighed; they had enough money and
still there was a bit left over. Looking over his shoulder, he spied Tom
leaning against the door, watching him.
“Tom, I’m done here, anything you want to add?” Trying to keep it relaxed, Bill
looked back at the man behind the counter to see how he was taking it all in.
No reaction, just dull boredom on his face. Things were going to be fine.
As the younger boy sauntered over to him, he grabbed a small pack of paper
wrapped bathroom tissue. “Never know when we might need it,” Tom said.
Bill blushed at the implication, realizing that they might just have to use
what nature supplied as their facilities. So far it hadn’t been necessary, but
eventually they wouldn’t be near a toilet and then it would come in handy.
“Right...”
Paying the clerk, Bill smiled and thanked him.
Moving out the door, they stopped a few streets down, and transferred
everything from the bags into their burlap sack from the hotel, including the
multitude of items from Tom’s pockets.
“How did you manage to stash all that in your pockets?” There was the same
amount of snacks Bill had just bought and a pocket knife.
Tom shrugged and looked at him. “If I don’t wanna go to sleep hungry I have to
be able to.”
“How long have you lived like this?”
Tom kept Bill’s gaze a bit longer, then he shrugged. “There have been periods
in my life when it couldn’t be helped. Why? Look, do you want me to return this
stuff?”
Quickly, Bill shook his head, “No. I admit we can use it.”
“Then quit acting like such a brainless bitch about it!”
Bill sucked in his lips and refrained from answering. It was just difficult
adapting to Tom’s lifestyle. What prevented Bill from just calling his dad to
come and get him, he had no idea, but he imagined that the thrill of spending
time with Tom was more alluring than hurrying home to his father and pick up
his boring teenage life.
Tom motioned to put the knife in his pocket, but Bill thrust his hand out.
“I think I should hold that one, Tom.”
Tom gaped for a few seconds, but then he handed it over wordlessly. Bill
secured the knife in his jacket and they spoke no more about it. For all Bill
knew, Tom might have a knife already. Maybe he even got it for Bill?
 
They proceeded until they were a bit outside of the town. Then they found a
picnic area along the road.
Tom tore a bag of crisps with his teeth and yanked a hand inside the bag. He
sat next to Bill on the bench and stared at a point far away. A few minutes
passed while they ate from various types of foods and snacks.
“Pass the coke, would you?”
“Why did you only take one?” Bill asked. He loved coke, too.
Puzzled, Tom looked at him, then they both cackled. “So now you encourage me to
steal?”
“No - not really,” Bill said.
“It’s so easy, Bill. I could teach you.”
“No... I mean. I’ll let you know if... um...”
“Sure thing. No worries, man,” Tom, said with an amused expression. Then he got
up and found a spot on the grass behind them, lay down, and undid his fly.
“Gooooods, I’m stuffed.”
Bill chanced a little look when he realised, Tom’s hand crept inside his pants.
“Wha’ ? Shit. You’re wanking?” he had to ask.
“Fuck off,” Tom mumbled and rolled to his side. Little noises soon came from
him, and Bill was unsure what to do so he ignored him the best he could,
besides, it was soon over.
Tom wiped his hand on the grass and returned to his back. Stretching, he zipped
up and rolled further on to his side and found Bill’s gaze. He smiled softly at
Bill.
“Done eating?”
Bill just nodded wondering what went on behind that weird mind of Tom’s.
“Wanna move on?”
Picking up the clutter of discards, Bill watched as Tom started walking away,
leaving his half of the mess behind. Shrugging, Bill tossed the collected
pieces in the air and let them float where they would. Before he met Tom, he’d
never have done that.
Double-stepping his pace, he soon caught up to the other teen and slowed to
walk behind him.
Watching Tom wank, had turned Bill on just by the sounds and his natural
curiosity, even though Tom’d had his back turned to him. At seventeen, Bill was
confident enough knowing he was gay, but he didn’t flaunt it in people’s faces
in spite of his dramatic dressing style. In truth, the concept of his sexuality
was still new to him, and he hadn’t even been aware he was sexually attracted
towards boys until a year ago when a schoolmate had kissed him after gym. It
had been thrilling and exciting, a feeling Bill didn’t experience with girls.
Girls were always just friends he’d swap makeup tips with when he started
exploring that side of himself. Meeting Tom was like everything Bill could be
attracted to in one package. That Tom would just turn over and jerk off in
public completely ignoring that Bill was there, did shock Bill at first but
afterwards, he thought it was incredibly sexy and arousing. However, Tom had
acted like it had been an urge like taking a piss or drinking water. Maybe Bill
didn’t really understand that, but he could still have an opinion about it.
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A long few hours later, both boys were sweaty and tired from their trek; seemed
this road was the lesser travelled of the ones they’d had a choice of. However,
luckily to Tom’s nimble fingers, they had food. And toilet paper.
“Hey Tom, why don’t we stop close to the intersection over there and rest a
bit? Sun’s about baked my brains.”
“Yeah all right,” Tom agreed. They had been walking slower and slower cursing
the good weather and indeed they should probably take a break.
A few minutes later, some shady trees came into view, enticing the both of them
to increase their step. Sinking down into the much more comfortable shadows,
the two boys arranged a surface to rest on and even a bit of small talk and
planning where to go next could prevent them drifting off to sleep in the hot
afternoon.
Bill was rudely awoken by a sharp kick to his arse, and a loud exclamation of
pain from Tom followed. Looking up, the blond stared at a couple of men the
size of a big bear, complete in biker leathers.
“Look at the two pretties we have here, Skull. Want to have a bit of fun?” one
of them asked.
Tom sat up and then he quickly got to his feet. “You really think I’m pretty?”
he said scooting in front of Bill to keep their attention on him.
The biker called Skull stepped closer and he grabbed Tom’s chin hard, studying
his full lips. “I bet those lips could suck your girlfriend to ecstasy but I’d
rather have you suck me.”
“Okay,” Tom volunteered immediately. His bones hurt from the tight grab, but
blow jobs were nothing really.
“Good. Get on your knees pretty boy and make yourself useful.”
Tom’s fingers worked fast and soon a cock of average size slid between his
lips. The biker was an easy job. Tom made sure he made a few noises as well,
waiting for the guy to fuck his mouth.
There, he thought, as Skull grabbed his hair and pumped fast. The man wouldn’t
last long. Hopefully, he wouldn’t ask for more. A sudden commotion next to him
indicated that the other guy tried to make Bill suck him off, too.
His lips slid off Skull’s cock. “Let him go. I’ll suck you off too,” he
implored the other biker.
“You won’t have time bitch, ‘cause I’ll be busy fuckin’ you,” Skull said, “In
your arse. Got it bitch?”
Tom quickly estimated the situation, which was pretty critical. Bill looked
terrified and Tom felt anger building up inside. Bill shouldn’t have to deal
with this. This was Tom’s dirty world, but although he liked fucking, he
absofuckinglutely did not want these guys putting their dicks inside him. But
Bill had the bloody knife in his pocket, and Tom tried to signal Bill to use
their small advantage before they figured out that Bill was even prettier than
Tom was.
Skull, was a mean rotten piece of shit. He had Tom’s hair in a tight grip and
refused to let him go.
“Fuck his mouth Skull, make him swallow your dick,” Bones goaded his brother
and pulled his dick out rubbing it. Clearly, he wanted to be next in line.
Bill watched Tom’s frantic movements as he signalled towards his pants. He knew
Tom wanted him to take out the knife and Bill wanted to, even if he had no idea
how to use it. However, they were all over their heads. These guys wanted to
rape Tom... and Bill would be next. Tom did a good job pretending he wanted to
participate in the bikers’ game, but Bill could tell that the young teen was
scared and bluffed to his best ability.
Eyeing how Bones stood watching Skull entertain himself, nerves and adrenaline
thrilled through Bill’s body, as he tried discretely to get his hand into his
pocket and pull out the knife. When he managed, he yelled shakily, “Let go of
him!”
Skull stopped and looked at Bones before looking back at Bill. Then both of
them began laughing. Grinning with glee, Skull said, “Put that away before you
hurt yourself, baby.” Their attention was now on Bill and the hilarious sight
of him trying to be tough and dangerous, when obviously they could break him in
two like a twig.
“I mean it! I’m not afraid to use it!” Bill shrieked.
Bones shook his head and the men laughed at him loudly. “You can hardly keep it
still in your fucking hand, little girl. Want me to come and help you?” Bones
said and leered at him.
Suddenly, Skull uttered a sharp cry and a softer, “...uh...” Confusion spread
across his face as he met Bill’s eyes staring back just as clueless. A hideous
wound had appeared on the man’s belly, inflicted from behind.
Bones looked around but all he could see was Bill in front of him still holding
the pathetic pocket knife in his shaking hand. Where the hell was the fuck toy?
Then he saw the scrawny kid holding Skull’s own monster of a potency enhancer
of a knife. The blade was usually in a leather sheath attached to Skull’s belt,
but the black haired girly waif in front of them had affectively distracted
them.
The dreadlocked boy’s eyes were wild and insane and, lifting his weapon, he was
coming at Bones. The biker could tell the kid had every intention of slicing
him, too. Bones didn’t have a gun and he didn’t have a knife. It was always
Skull who did the heavy talking and, to his shock, Bones realised that without
his brother, he was in no position to protect himself. His only means of
defence right now was to flee to reach his bike.
The boy was showing his teeth now and Bones ran to get on his bike, start the
engine, and get the hell out of there. But obviously he would return soon with
back up to get his brother help and sweet revenge.
As the motor bike revved and took off, Tom motioned to run after him. But after
a few metres he stopped and stood heaving while shouting an impressive
collection of profanities after the man. After a few minutes, he returned to
Bill who looked freaked out.
Grabbing the back of Bill’s head, Tom pulled his face close and hugged him
brusquely. Letting go again just as sudden, he then sat down and ignored the
pained moans from Skull. Who gave a shit if that piece of crap was in agony?
Tom crawled closer to the guy and looked at him.
“Hey... h-hey kids? It was just fun, okay?” the man tried to negotiate, but Tom
immediately got up and kicked him in the face.
“Hey arsehole? That was just for fun, too,” Tom hissed.
Swallowing, a sudden wave of pain washed over Tom. He had to fight very hard
not to cry and pushed the picture of his mum’s sudden appearance in his third
eye away to the back of his mind. Gods, he needed his mum or dad so badly that
his stomach contracted violently. Not having a chance of either one of them
being there to comfort him, sent his mind spinning. Before he knew it, he threw
up all over the guy who cursed him to hell for it.
“Tom? You okay?” Bill asked futilely as he looked distressed at Tom. The boy
looked like he was in a state of shock. So of course Tom wasn’t okay, but Bill
was freaking out every time he looked at the wounded man who lay on the ground
groaning in misery. That Bill himself was far from okay as well, didn’t really
register in his mind. He was too concerned about Tom.
Tom look confused for a moment when Bill grabbed his arm. “We have to go. Now!”
In a daze, Tom watched how Bill quickly gathered their stuff. They had to put a
lot of distance between them and the danger hanging over their heads. As they
moved on, Tom was still looking shocked. Bill knew it was about time that he
was the one paying the next driver who agreed to give them a lift. Right now,
he didn’t care about the prospect of sucking off someone he wasn’t emotionally
attached to. All that mattered was getting Tom and himself somewhere safe.
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Walking along the edge of the road, Bill looked back at Tom a few times,
worried about his shocked expression.
“Tom? Are you okay? Can you walk?”
“I’m fine,” Tom grumbled but he didn’t look fine. He limped strangely as if he
couldn't figure out how to walk properly, but when a car neared them he seemed
to perk up a bit.
As the sound carried to the two boys, Bill assessed Tom’s expression anew and
dropped his jaw when Tom mechanically moved to stand near the road’s edge, his
hip thrust out.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re in no position to do this!” Bill could
hardly handle seeing Tom’s survival instinct kicking in, as if what had just
happened was already behind him when clearly it was not. Something important
suddenly occurred to him, and he needed to ask Tom before the car reached them.
“Has... has something like that happened to you before?” Bill asked, as he
stepped up next to Tom. The blond boy averted his eyes, which was no answer as
far as Bill was concerned. “Look, Tommy...” Bill asked, worriedly. He was
horrified by the things he imagined Tom had been through, even though he had no
idea what exactly they were, but visualising them was terrifying enough.
“Shut the fuck up about it! NO! I’ve not been bloody gang-banged or raped
before. I only do one guy at the time and... and... And I don’t want to talk
about it now.”
As Tom tried to turn away, Bill stilled him with a gently placed hand. “Fine,
okay? I’m just saying that you shouldn’t do anything with the driver of that
car. Your mouth is probably swollen and you sound hoarse,” Bill piled on.
Closing his eyes, Bill ran his fingers through his black hair, leaving spikes
in the wake. Taking a deep breath, he said, “If it comes to it, I’ll do it.”
“You don’t know what the fuck to do!” Tom’s voice was shaking although the
message came through hard and determined.
“Give me a break! I’ve had and given blowjobs before. I think I remember how to
do it. You put your mouth on his dick, and suck. Done.”
“Yeah right, but it’s different from doing your boyfriend,” Tom retorted with a
frown. The whole concept of Bill sucking off the next driver didn’t set
comfortably with him and he couldn’t figure out why. Nevertheless, the feeling
was strong inside him.
Misinterpreting Tom’s objections, Bill looked away. He believed that Tom was
searching so hard to find the words that would make Bill see his point and
budge. Once more, Bill was overcome with feelings knowing that Tom was trying
to stop him from getting himself exposed to random horny people.
Their argument was forgotten as a huge BMW pulled alongside them. A few moments
of conversation, a little flirting, and Bill found himself in the front seat
and Tom in the back, glaring at him.
“How far are you going?” Bill asked, his voice sounding a little reedy and
thin.
“Depends on how far you want to go,” the man retorted, leaving no
misunderstandings that he wasn’t talking about kilometres but centimetres.
Without answering Bill reached over, unzipped the driver’s pants, and pulled
his cock free. Breathing in once, Bill lowered his head, opened his mouth, and
took it in. Yeah, it was no big deal. Just... far more hairs than he was used
to. Repressing his shudders, he began to suck, falling into a rhythm that the
rotund man seemed to enjoy.
Tom watched with half closed eyes. His mind was dull and he felt indifferent as
he watched the scenery on the front seat with mild interest. “I love sucking
cock,” he mumbled suddenly.
Closing his eyes, Tom listened to the slurps coming from Bill’s wet mouth and
he created a fantasy, where Bill was sucking him off, or Tom sucked off Bill.
Would Bill like that? Tom would gladly do it for him more than once. A nice bed
would be great and they could cuddle afterwards. Tom smiled dreamily. He
wouldn’t mind cuddling with Bill.
A sudden motion next to him made Tom wake up with a gasp. Bill was sitting next
to him as the car went further.
“You’re done?” Tom asked rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah” Bill answered. A sudden impulse made him put his arm around Tom. The
younger boy was shivering a bit, maybe a bit too hot to the touch, so he might
be running a fever.
The car continued at least half an hour before the man declared that this was
the end of the ride. They had been taken away from the crime scene if indeed
one could speak of such a thing. They had no way of knowing if Skull had
survived Tom’s cut.
Bill supported Tom’s lightly shaking form, one arm around his waist, the other
holding his bicep.
“There’s a bed and breakfast sign up there. I’ll see if they have a room for
us. Then I’ll try and find some work. You can rest in the meanwhile.” As he
supported Tom, it worried Bill considerably when the kid didn’t protest at all.
That was completely out of character for him.
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Eventually they reached the place and, after a few promises, half of the room
rent, and possession of their belongings, the owner of the establishment
allowed them into a room.
Tom tumbled for the bed and the smile that crossed his face brought a smile to
Bill’s, too.
“Better?” Bill asked, and Tom nodded pushing off his cap. Golden dreads spilled
everywhere on the pillow. Cocking his head, Bill thought Tom was sweet looking.
He was so young and Bill had to take care not to fall for him.
When Tom was fast asleep, Bill left their room and went looking for a job
somewhere. At the general store, Bill struck pay-dirt. The owner, Mr. Metzger,
needed some odds and ends done; sweeping, rearranging some shelves, hauling
trash, and Bill accepted right away. A few hours later, he’d finished the list
of chores, and did a few other things that he’d noticed as well.
“Eh, good job you done there, kid; here’s your pay then,” Mr. Metzger said,
handing over a wad of money, and Bill shoved them in his pocket without
counting.
Thanking the owner, Bill moved through the store, picking out items he’d
noticed before. His arms laden with aspirin, vitamins, and a few other first
aide items, he dumped the load on the counter.
“You feeling poorly?” Mr. Metzger asked. “Tsk, and you doing that work...”
“Oh no, it’s not for me. My friend’s not feeling well. He... she fell walking
here and has a fever now,” Bill quickly improvised.
“Aren’t you a good friend then, taking care of her like this?” Mr. Metzger
asked, pretending he hadn’t noticed the condoms.
Bill squinted his eyes. The condoms were for emergencies. Gees, it wasn’t like
he planned on having sex with Tom. Apart from that, he thought he definitely
was Tom’s good friend and the white lies came tumbling out of his mouth faster
than nobody’s business. “She’s my best friend and she means everything to me.”
The man took a bag and put his purchases in it, but when Bill fumbled for money
to pay for them, the man pushed them back to him across the counter.
“No charge. Take care of your little girlfriend. And why don’t you come here in
the morning when you’ve gotten yourself some food, and a good night’s rest. I
have a few other things I need done here.”
Bill nodded wordlessly and hurriedly left the shop to get back to Tom.
Wow. That went frighteningly easy. Checking his phone, he saw his dad had tried
to get in contact with him. Getting a message from the real world felt so
weird, and a surge of longing to stop the pointless travel he’d gotten himself
into and just head home, came over him. But Bill felt so good in Tom’s company
and he didn’t want to stop it now, in spite of how dangerous it had become. He
felt oddly detached from the fact that they had hurt a man and left him on the
ground to his own destiny. That part of Bill was cold and indifferent knowing
that the bikers were going to hurt them. Not to mention the knife Tom had taken
could very likely have been turned against them, if Tom hadn’t been so clever
to make good use of the confusion Bill created.
But none of that mattered, and quickly writing his dad a text message, Bill
told him he was spending some great time with a friend and would be home in a
few days or he’d text him again. As soon as that was done, Bill couldn't wait
to get back and see how Tom had been faring while he was gone.
Having returned to the hotel, Bill opened the door slowly, and slipped into the
room. Tom was twisting and moaning on the bed, the sheets were sweaty and
wrapped around his body. Worriedly, Bill watched him. How did Tom get so sick
all of a sudden?
Placing his hand on the boy’s head, Bill felt the heat radiating off him. Bill
had no clue how to take care of other people. Nevertheless, he wanted to help
Tom and started by taking off his soaked clothes. As his hands began to touch
Tom, the boy moaned for his mother and Bill saw tears leaking from his closed
eyes. The long wet lashes made Bill swallow. Tom looked so incredibly
childishly young when he slept and Bill felt horrible of the things he must
have been through anew. Bill smoothed his hand over Tom’s dreads, and then he
continued to undress the boy.
Tom stopped thrashing when Bill’s hands gently touched him and the cries for
his mother ceased. Getting up, Bill went to wet a washing cloth and came back
and began washing Tom’s body, cooling it down. Unceremoniously, he pulled down
Tom’s boxers and washed his essentials. It took a boy to know a boy, and Bill
assumed Tom would appreciate that he was doing it for him. Bill would never
admit that he also wanted to see what Tom looked like down there.
“If it wasn’t because I was a hundred bloody percent sure that was you doing
it, my knife would sit in your throat right now,” he suddenly heard a drowsy
voice utter.
Smiling, Bill said, “Thanks. I take that as a complement.”
“...uh...” Tom said. “You can stop now.”
“But I...” Bill protested.
“Stop now, Bill,” Tom sat up half and they stared at each other.
Bill’s eyes darted down and where Tom’s cock had lain soft against his thighs,
it had hardened slightly. Abruptly, Bill removed his hands. Dragging the
bedding from the other frame, Bill draped it lightly over Tom.
Sitting down next to him, Bill licked his lip thoughtfully, forcing his mind
off the appetising vision of his naked friend and said friend’s smooth dick.
“What happened to your mum?”
“What do you mean?” Tom replied snappishly.
“Nothing. You just talked about her in your sleep.”
Tom narrowed his eyes. But evidently, he couldn't deny it. Deciding it didn’t
matter, really, he said, “She died... Thursday or something. Car accident.”
“I’m so sorry,” Bill burst out. “Gods you must miss her terribly!”
Tom just shrugged. Wasn’t Bill’s fault she died, but he understood the
sentiment for what it was worth. Was he feeling terrible? Yes, he felt bloody
terrible. His head felt weird like it was stuffed with cotton balls. “I don't
feel so good.”
“Gonna throw up?” Bill asked.
Tom sat a few moments checking his barfometre. Then he shook his head. “No. I’m
good. I’m just so hot.” He pushed the sheet down to his groin and flopped back
on the mattress sighing. “Any air-condition in this joint?”
Bill got up and turned it up. “Look, I’ll be right back. Just gonna head out to
get us some food, and pay for the room for tomorrow as well.”
“Mhm...” Tom murmured, already slipping into a dream.
At the front desk, Bill paid for the remainder of the night’s stay and for the
next day as well. Stepping outside the hotel, Bill found a cheap place to buy
some fast food; fries and burgers looked great and two large cokes were
included with the menu, which he picked up with a smile in remembrance that
they both preferred that particular beverage.
Returning to their room immediately, Bill fumbled to open the door. When he
stumbled inside, he saw Tom sitting up in the bed looking expectantly at him.
He was stunningly beautiful and Bill swallowed knowing he was falling in love
with the dreadlocked kid.
“Food,” he announced. The single worded-sentence seemed to say it all, and Tom
smiled widely.
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“No, I don’t think you are. You were under the weather last night. You were
crying...”
Tom refused to believe that. “I was not crying, Bill! I feel fine. I’m not sick
anymore,” he argued.
Bill had taken care of him last night and it had felt really good, but now Tom
was eager to get back in charge and so Bill needn’t acting like his nurse any
longer.
“I just want...” Bill said.
“I know and I appreciate it Bill, but seriously,” Tom rolled his eyes and
nodded, “I can handle it now.”
Bill just shook his head and left him.
“Gees...” Tom said as he fell back on the mattress. Compared to yesterday, he
felt terrific. Honestly. Just a little tired that was all. Bill had left him
with plenty of food and drink and he’d check on him at lunchtime as well.
Sighing, Tom thought he might just as well get a bit of rest. Turning on the
telly, he slouched on his back. Naked, he ran fingertips along his taut little
tummy and occasionally rubbed the tip of his cock with his thumb. He cradled
his head in his arm, and stared disinterested at the morning show for a while.
Then he stretched luxuriously and shook his dreads. Closing his eyes, Tom
grabbed his cock more firmly and began stroking fast and rhythmically before he
became too tired to care. His knees lifted and helped pushing his hips hard. As
he fucked eagerly into his palm, he tried to recall how Bill’s soft hands had
felt touching his junk. Squeezing his buttocks, Tom sensed a hot, heated flush
all over his groin and pelvis before his climax hit him. Grunting, he came in
his hand with a satisfied little moan.
“Bill...” he whispered softly, basking in the afterglow. Coming down, he
continued watching the telly but didn’t really see it. The cum on his hand
though, he finally began to pay attention to and slowly licked it off. Then he
sprawled on top of the covers. Gripping a pillow with both hands, he burrowed
his face in the fabric and inhaled deeply. Bill, his brain registered, but Tom
was too tired to let the information make an impact. In the afternoon, he
suddenly awoke with a start. The TV was turned off, but the room was too quiet.
“Bill? That you?” he called out, all senses alert as his hands began searching
for his clothes. He was not afraid, but it would be nice to meet his enemy
dressed.
“Tom?”
Bill’s voice sounded like it came from the toilet.
Yeah. Thank god, Tom thought, his heart racing and adrenalin pumping in his
veins. He sat down on the bed with shaking hands and inhaled a few times.
“What is it?” Bill asked as he entered the room.
“Ah... nothing... I was just having a bad dream,” Tom said, trying to find a
grimace to match what he said, knowing he probably failed completely.
Deciding to ignore the constipated look on Tom’s face, Bill picked up the white
paper bag he’d brought in with him.
“If you’re a good boy and eat all your veggies, I have a surprise for you!”
Bill sing-songed.
Rolling on to his side to get more comfortable, Tom looked at Bill and smiled
impishly. “What’s my surprise?”
“You didn’t eat your vegetables...”
Tom squinted his eyes. “Okay. Did you bring any vegetables, Bill?”
“Ah... No.”
“Well, fes up with the surprise then, Billy.”
Bill laughed and his eyes twinkled at Tom as he came and sat next to the
younger boy. Up-ending the bag, a round container of ice cream rolled out and
landed with a dull thump into his palm. Shifting his gaze from the sack to Tom,
Bill held it aloft. “Ta da!”
“You crazy fucker! Give it to me! It’s been ages since I had any.” Pure joy lit
up Tom’s face, and he bounced eagerly on the bed. Tossing the container to Tom,
Bill picked up two plastic spoons from the bag as well and joined him on the
bed. Lifting the lid, Tom’s grin grew bigger.
“Oh, man! Oh, man! Double decadence chocolate chip. Now this is living.” Taking
one of the spoons from Bill, Tom dug in.
Soft moans filled the room as the icy confection slid down the dread head’s
throat. “Fuck that feels so good. You’ve got to try some!” Without conscious
thought, Tom stuck his spoon in and pulled out a large chunk of ice cream.
“Open,” he commanded and watched Bill’s lips intensely.
Bill hesitated for a fraction. Like... he had his own spoon, but that wasn’t
the point. It was something else and he wasn’t going to ruin the moment by
being prudish. He caught Tom’s warm vibrant gaze, and leaned closer to have his
mouth filled. Once the cool spoon hit his tongue Bill closed his lips and
dragged off the confection. Their eyes met and Bill savoured the taste the few
seconds it lasted before he reflexively swallowed.
“Yeah...” Tom’s eyes narrowed and his mouth split in a content grin. “That’s
something isn’t it?”
“Best there is,” Bill agreed. He had bought a really good quality, because he
thought Tom deserved it.
Sitting close to Tom on the bed, he started using his own spoon, and sadly, it
didn’t take them much time to finish up the yummy stuff. Sighing, Tom dumped
the container in the bin along with the plastic spoons. He turned to face Bill.
“When are you going to see your dad?”
Already during their first car ride together, Bill had told Tom he was on his
way to live with his dad. “I’m not sure. I’m not in a hurry yet.”
“Right...” Tom said.
“I got a text from him. He wondered what kept me so long, but I told him I was
spending time with a friend on my way, so he needn’t worry about me. Why do you
ask?” Bill replied.
Tom shrugged and didn’t answer because seriously, Bill’s father should worry
about his son. What Bill was doing with Tom wasn’t exactly safe. What they’d
been through recently should have made Bill run for the closest bus home to his
dad, but Bill hadn’t. They hadn’t even really talked about what happened. It
was like they both chose to ignore it and, in that way, it felt as if it hadn’t
happened. Tom had dealt with bad stuff enough times that ignoring it felt
natural by now. And yet, Bill was still hanging on and hadn’t had enough of
Tom’s company yet. Tom really wanted Bill to stick around. He liked his company
very much now that he’d gotten used to it.
“I’m sort of looking for my dad, too.”
“Yeah?” Bill asked with a curious smile.
“Problem is,” Tom said licking his lower lip to catch a stray droplet of ice
cream, “I’m not sure where he lives. I haven’t seen him since I was small.”
Bill grinned. “That might be a problem. Do you know his name?”
“Uh... sure.” Tom frowned. What was his dad’s bloody name again? Last name was
Trümper just like Tom’s, but his first name was ‘dad’. Tom wouldn’t get far
just with that information, would he? “Gordon,” he suddenly blurted out.
“You sure?” Bill teased.
“I’m sure,” Tom mumbled, but began to dig out his birth certificate from his
bag. Sitting with the document shortly after, he could confirm that his
father’s name was in fact Gordon Trümper.
“When is your birthday?” he asked Bill as he carefully put away the paper.
Bill smiled. “September first.”
“Hm...” Tom leaned closer and wriggled his eyebrows. “I might buy you
something. But my boyfriend has all my money.”
“Boyfriend, eh?” Bill laughed, completely caught by surprise. “I’m not holding
your money. Just... it hasn’t been natural for you to have money since... you
know...”
“Yeah... just making fun of you. So are you romantically involved with
anybody?” Tom asked up front.
“Uh... I... no. I’m not seeing anybody.” Well, he’d had a couple of boyfriends
since he acknowledged he was gay last year, but mostly he had casual flings. No
one had come close enough to steal his heart or anything. Boys swinging Bill’s
way weren’t actually hanging on every tree where he came from, and the small
selection he had to choose from wasn’t always to his taste. He liked there to
be a spark, and with Tom there definitely was a spark. Still, Tom was
different, and Bill had no clue what they were to one another yet other than
travelling companions.
“I see.”
“And you?” Bill asked, dying to know.
“No one. Am not comfortable having people depending on me.”
His response didn’t surprise Bill, so the fact that Tom seemed comfortable
around him, made him smile. He and Tom were different, of course. They were
drifting here and there and together, they had been through an ordeal in the
few days they’d known each other. Bill had never had such a personal insight in
any of his boyfriends or school chums the way he already had with Tom. The fact
that he was sitting in bed with Tom all naked next to him, didn’t feel awkward
at all. Knowing how much he cared about Tom didn’t make the knowledge
particularly sexual either. Mostly, it just made him feel warm inside with
affection.
“Is there anything I can get you?”
“Yeah, slow down. Don’t pamper me constantly,” Tom said, but the smile he sent
Bill told him how grateful he was that Bill bothered pampering him at all.
Getting up, Bill said that he still had a few chores to do for Mr. Metzger.
When Bill estimated he’d be done a couple of hours later, Tom said he’d meet
him there.
When the chores that day were all done, Mr. Metzger handed Bill another wad of
cash. Eying Tom skulking around in the shop, he smiled in understanding.
“Go ahead, Bill. Take what you and your ‘girlfriend’ need. Something tells me
that the two of you won’t be around here much longer.”
When Bill tried to express his thanks, the elderly gentleman waved them away,
gruffly telling him to get about his business.
Tom didn’t respond to Mr. Metzger’s offer, so Bill grabbed a couple of jeans, a
couple of shirts, and other clothing articles like socks, and stuffed them into
a couple of backpacks the man insisted on gifting them. Time to say goodbye to
the impractical duffle bags, the boys quickly packed their other belongings
into the new bags.
Moving towards the front of the store, Mr. Metzger stood there with another
bag. “Here’s some food for you, boys. Take care of yourselves.” Casting a
glance at Tom, he remarked to Bill, “He still looks a bit wimpy, doesn’t he?”
Bill chuckled but ran a hand down his neck looking uncomfortable, because Tom
still looked under the weather. Tom rolled his eyes at the old geezer’s opinion
of him, but took no offense.
Closing the door to the store behind him, Bill showed Tom their bounty. “New
socks. Mine are wearing through. And smelly, too,” he said to Bill. The old man
had been kind and so Tom had been gracious and not stolen from him this
morning... He frowned. He had stolen from him last night when Bill wasn’t near.
He couldn’t help it; it was a reflex if the opportunity arose and it had.
Stupid thing really – it wasn’t as if he had needed those mints...
Shoving the thought away, Tom turned to meet Bill’s still scrutinizing glance.
“Let’s move, shall we?” he said and stuck his hands into the front pockets of
his jeans. He looked forward to crawl into the new ones. He hadn’t had new
clothes for a long time. Thanks, he mentally saluted Mr. Metzger.
He remembered the first time he ever stole something. It wasn’t that many years
ago, actually. But he had been extremely nervous, almost wanting to get caught.
Hoping his dad would be contacted and not his mum or whatever scum she was
dating, but it never happened that way. Tom was too clever to get caught and
his dad was never contacted. Tom frowned. Was that really why he shoplifted?
Hardly, he snorted incredulously.
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Lifting up the straps to his backpack to alleviate the pressure, Bill wiped the
sweat from his brow, and groaned. They’d been walking for a few eventless days
now, still not heading for a specific direction. Though they’d found small
towns dotted along the road they’d stop, but none had work for them. The money
from Mr. Metzger, while generous to the extreme, wouldn’t last forever so they
rationed it. Luckily, for them, the town folk weren’t adverse to giving them
scraps of food, and allowing them to fill their water bottles. One kindly lady
had even let them use her bathroom for a shower, and Tom had voiced that he
suspected she’d peaked through the keyhole. Her thrill for the year it would
seem, and so he’d made sure to stand frontally to the key hole as he washed his
privates very thoroughly.
“Hey Tom, hold up. I need a break.”
Heaving a heavy sigh, Tom looked back, shrugged, and kept walking. If they
stopped now, in the sun, they’d be fully baked instead of only half.
“Look Bill, we keep going until we find full shade, otherwise, our arses are
fried.”
Bill knew Tom was right, but he ached, was sweaty, and even offended himself
with his body odour. Trudging along, he kept his focus on Tom’s back, using it
as a beacon, sort of a guide to follow, so that he’d not have to think about
what he was actually doing. If he started thinking, he would realise what an
insane trip he was undertaking and take the nearest bus ride to his father’s
house and swimming pool.
With a jerk, Bill came to his senses, in the not too far distance, he could
hear motorcycle engines, and they were getting closer. Not caring that he might
appear paranoid or not, he jogged to Tom, grabbed his arm and pulled him into
the ditch alongside the road. He didn’t know if they were the same guys, but he
wasn’t going to take a chance.
Tom frowned at him until Bill said one word, “Motorcycles.”
“...fuck...” Tom whispered back scooting close to Bill. He hadn’t really heard
anything as he determinedly walked down the road.
Bill chanced a peak when the noise passed them by and he had seen enough. For
all he knew, those bikers could be related to the men who violated them. They
were a brotherhood, right? If one of them was hurt, all of them were hurt and
they’d help each other tracking down Tom and Bill.
When the danger was over, they kept lying there for a while.
“What are you thinking?” Tom muttered.
“How do we get out of their reach? I thought we were far enough away. It’s been
many days ago.”
“Just because they looked like the type doesn’t mean...”
“I reckon that they communicate all over, Tom. They’re a brotherhood.”
“So we are in danger towards ANY motorcyclist, Bill?”
Bill put a hand on Tom’s hip.
“...fuck...” Tom said breathlessly. “I think we should start hitch hiking
again.”
“Fine, Tom. You do the blow job.”
“Depends on how the driver behaves.”
“Also depends on how you behave.”
Tom couldn’t help smiling. “What do you mean?”
“You’re the sassiest boy I know, and I’ve known quite a few sassy boys.”
“You’re such a pussy sometimes, Bill.”
“Yeah, but you’ve grown used to me by now, right?”
Tom’s face softened and unexpectedly he reached out his hand. His palm cupped
Bill’s cheek. “Yeah, I have. I like travelling with you. I feel... safer than I
have for a while.”
Bill smiled and nodded; his dark eyes a little brighter.
“Yeah, I’m glad to be here with you, too. It’s much more adventurous than I’ve
ever...” Bill stopped and lifted his fine chiselled eyebrows, as he sucked in
his lips.
Tom snorted. He understood that the incident with the bikers wasn’t included in
that statement, and Bill didn’t have to emphasize that.
Resolutely, Bill hefted their luggage, hauled Tom to his feet, and handed his
part over.
“Come on, we’ve got kilometres to go.”
“What the fuck is this? Not fifteen minutes ago you were a spoiled little rich
boy, huh? Oh, my delicate feet hurt. Oh no! I’ve run out of moisturizer, my
nail polish is chipped off. Whatever will people think of me now!”
Hip checking the other boy, Bill laughed. “Fuck you, man! I just like nail
polish.”
“And hairspray. And pink eye shadow...” Tom snorted by his own exaggeration.
Well, he couldn’t relate to that, but if it rocked Bill’s boat to smear himself
in all that shit... Shooting a glance at Bill, Tom admitted he liked the way
makeup looked on the older boy. He liked Bill period. Shrugging, Tom had a
smile on his face. He doubted he could be much happier than he was in that very
moment.
Continuing their light-hearted bantering, they walked to the next rise in the
road, and saw the spread out housing that indicated yet another little town
would soon appear in the distance, perhaps only half an hour’s walk at most.
As soon as they reached the town, they dragged their tired legs into the local
hotel facility. The boys dropped their bags on the floor in front of the
counter. Bill smiled winningly at the woman manning the station. She looked
back interestedly, her short blond hair, and lively blue-green eyes, spoke of
mischief.
“Me and my friend are looking for a room, maybe a couple of nights. We need to
find a bit of work to pay for it and food, too. You know of anything around
here?”
Lowering her head, she smiled at him through her lashes. “Well, depends on what
you’re willing to do for work.”
Tom snickered and Bill flushed. Even Bill knew the signs by now, and this woman
was clearly flirting with him. He just hadn’t expected she would be the one
having odd jobs for them to do.
“Uhm, what you need done?” Bill asked.
“Well, maybe you could look at my plumbing?” Dropping her gaze, Bill stood
dumbfound at her right forward innuendos.
“Are you always this bold?” the question slipped out before he could stop it.
Tom chuckled.
The young woman raised her eyes and glared at Bill, then turned her gaze to
Tom. “What’s so funny, kid?”
“His plumbing may not work for your plumbing...” was Tom’s rude reply.
A slow, lazy stroll brought Tom behind Bill, where he promptly draped his arm
over Bill’s shoulder, snuggled into his side, and lightly kissed his cheek.
“Oh...! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you and he were boyf... uhm, together.”
“Why would you be sorry about that? So about ‘real’ work?” Tom was as smooth as
sliding on ice.
“We’ll see about that,” she said evasively, but still gave them a key.
“Sassy...” Bill reminded him, as they went to their room. “Maybe I wanted to
get laid...” he joked. Bill dropped on the bed feeling how good it would be to
relax and catch up on sleep.
“Yeah. Sorry. She was obviously such a catch, you queer,” Tom smirked, not
sounding sorry.
Bill smiled back, not really feeling offended by the discriminatory expression.
By now, he’d figured out that Tom was probably ever as ‘queer’ as he was.
“Come to bed,” Bill invited the dread head. Tom came over immediately and put
his head on Bill’s shoulder. Tom fell quiet surprisingly fast in that position.
Bill allowed his thoughts to linger and while doing so, he stroked Tom’s hair.
“Mmmm – that’s really nice, Bill,” Tom said in sleepy voice.
“Good,” Bill replied. His thoughts were someplace else, making plans until he
was the one who fell asleep.
When Tom sensed Bill was nodding off, he slid out of his friend’s arms and
stepped downstairs. Outside the hotel, he found a bench behind the building.
The blond woman appeared after a few minutes.
“Your... friend is asleep?” she asked. Tom tried to detect whether she was
disappointed that he wasn’t Bill, but then he picked up the vibes that it
hardly mattered as long as he was male.
“Maybe...” Tom said.
“Want a fag?”
“Sure - if you’re buying.”
“I... could give you a beer as well?”
Tom narrowed his eyes, pretending to play dumb. Did she even realise he was a
minor? If she did, she sure didn’t care. “What the fuck do you want, lady?”
“Just... conversation.”
“Sure. You don’t have to grease me to get that,” Tom said, already calculation
what there was in it for him.
“I’ll just get it for you then.”
“You do that,” Tom said and got up following her. In spite of his measly
fifteen years, he was taller than her.
In the kitchen, he saw she had taken two beers out of a fridge. She yelped when
she realised he stood right behind her.
“Oh!” She put a hand to her racing heart. “I didn’t quite hear you. What’s your
name?”
Expressionless, Tom began to free her of the beers and cigarettes. “My name is
Tom. I don’t want your company. But I thank you for the beers and smokes.”
Without another word, he went upstairs and found Bill sitting at the window.
“Hi,” he said.
“Where’d you go?” Tom could see Bill knew where he’d been. He’d been able to
follow from the window he was looking out of what Tom had been up to.
Tom shrugged. “Talked to the little blond tart. She offered a cigarette, and
probably a bit of her knickers. Got us a beer each? Is something wrong with
that?” He wanted to impress Bill, and it meant something to him. Now all of
sudden, he was pissed off. Throwing the can towards Bill a bit harder than
necessary, Tom turned away.
Immediately, Bill sensed the tension and normally, he worked the tension to get
his own way, but not with Tom. He wanted things to be clear between them.
Reaching out, he said, “Tom, I wasn’t checking up on you. It’s just... You’ve
become my best friend so fast, and I guess I was jealous. I didn’t intend to be
a shit about it.”
“Well, I didn’t want her company anyway. I want yours.” Bragging a bit, Tom
added, “She’d have gotten clingy and weepy when we left, saying I’d used her
and whatever the fuck she’d come up with.”
Walking to Tom, Bill squeezed the other boy’s shoulder. “Yeah. That would
probably have happened. Thanks, man.”
Opening the can, Tom clinked his against Bill’s, the both of them smiling and
then swallowing some of the cool liquid.
“So, what are the plans for the night?”
“Hell if I know.”
Tom suddenly smiled like a little boy, “She had a nice arse though.”
Bill laughed. “And... why would you mention her arse and not breasts, or...?”
Tom’s eyebrows lifted at the expectation of Bill mentioning the woman’s sex.
“...or? Go on!”
Bill laughed, “Well answer me, Tommy!”
Tom looked bewildered. “How should I know? Geez! I’m not fucking Freud am I,
Bill? I like pussy, too.”
“No, you’re definitely not Freud. And you never initiate sex, do you?” Bill
watched interestedly how squeamish Tom suddenly seemed.
Tom scoffed, but didn’t contradict that fact. He never initiated sex for his
own pleasure. Blowjobs maybe, but only because he really liked the feel of a
dick in his mouth. Taking another cool sip, Tom savoured the chilly liquid
slipping down his throat. He felt its coolness a few seconds before it
disappeared down into his system, becoming insignificant. Closing his eyes, he
sat for a while, letting the sounds seep into him; Bill’s subtle rustling and
fiddling with his beverage.
“I could have fucked her,” Tom said, confident in his own experience when he
finally did the fucking.
“Yeah, yeah,” he heard Bill answer.
“I just... didn’t feel like it.”
“Latent stress disorder something-something...” Bill supplied.
“Must be. I’m sure that’s it though.” Tom opened his eyes, following Bill as he
went about doing little comforting things like touching up his makeup.
“I just... didn’t want... not to be around you... and a fuck takes at least...”
“What? Fifteen minutes? Ten?” Bill suggested, looked up from his little compact
box, and smiled. He got one right back, but Tom seemed a bit shy by now.
“No worries man. Obviously, I wouldn’t have fucked her either. I’m sure she’s
nice though...”
“Sure. I’m sure she was...”
Letting go of the pointless topic for now, Bill was sure Tom would get back to
it. He felt the younger boy was trying to say something; more stuff that hurt,
and he would be honoured if Tom showed him that trust. Bill knew they trusted
each other on some elemental level; especially considering the events of a week
or so past, but in some ways they were still total strangers, knowing nothing
or next to nothing, about the other’s past. From the little pieces, Tom had let
slip, he hadn’t had an easy childhood or teenage years, and in comparison,
Bill’s had been a walk in the daisies.
Putting away his makeup kit, Bill slipped onto the bed next to Tom, nudged him
over a bit, and claimed at least one third of the surface as his.
“My family is rich, very rich. Big house, servants, chauffeur, pampered life,
really. But my parents divorced because my dad’s a workaholic. I spend
vacations and occasional weekends at my dad’s and I love his house. The rest of
the time I live with my mum. I don’t miss anything, but I live fairly normal. I
can always call my dad if I need something my mum doesn’t want to give me.”
Bill smiled a little. Suddenly, it all seemed hollow, but he reckoned that just
because Tom was poor, he didn’t have to feel ashamed for having everything.
“I used to have a Nintendo,” Tom said wistfully. “I’m not sure where it went.
Maybe one of my stepdad’s stole it. Some of them had kids with other women and
I suspect they couldn’t buy them presents.”
“Orv,” Bill grinned.
Tom grinned back. It was a little pathetic. His pursed lips attached to the rim
of the can. He suddenly sighed laboured like one would after a good cry, and he
wiped tears away that suddenly escaped his eyes. “...fuck...” Tom suddenly
mumbled out of context. “I just can’t stop running. I get nervous, see? Have to
get away when things tense up. Or I feel they do. So many quarrels and beatings
at home that I’ve escaped from since I was just a little kid. Could evolve from
anything. Could evolve from nothing. I did what I could to not stick around to
find out. If I did, I’d take the blunt of it. I just feel... it’s there and I
run.” He turned to look at Bill’s relaxed mode. “My need to run away has
been... lesser... since I met you.” Bill met his gaze. “Thanks, man,” Tom said.
He suddenly bent over and gave Bill a small peck on the lips.
Bill smiled at the sweet gift and nodded back.
Tom sighed and took another swig of the beer. Shaking the can, it was finally
empty. Discretely, he checked Bill’s, too, but it was sadly empty as well. He
thought about going to the kitchen and get two more, but he didn’t want to risk
running into the landlady again.
Bill had arranged himself in the bed and he already looked like he was half
gone to dreamland.
Putting the can on the small stand beside the bed, Tom slipped out of his
clothes and found his way back to bed. Lying naked under the sheets felt
amazing. Bill was facing him, and Tom moved closer until Bill’s arms
reflexively wound around him. Sighing, Tom rubbed his cheek against Bill’s
chest, put his arms around him as well, and closed his eyes. Somewhere between
sleep and hardly awake any longer, he felt Bill’s fine boned fingers softly
playing with his dreads.
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Light from the poorly curtained window struck Bill in the eyes, and woke him
rudely. Arching his back, Bill’s lower body pressed firmly against a small wiry
form, liking the sensation pressing back onto his morning erection, and trying
desperately to remember whom he was sharing his bed with.
“Where the fuck...” he muttered, as he wiggled his hips.
“Not this morning, August, I’ve a headache.” Tom’s sleep-rough voice penetrated
Bill’s sleepy mind.
“August?” Bill sat up and looked around. Petting Tom’s head, he swung his legs
out of bed slowly. He didn’t really want to know who August was.
A sharp knock on the door, followed by a loud voice calling through the wood;
“I brought up breakfast!” and it was thrust open; the landlady from the day
before stood there, mouth agape at the site of the two more or less undressed
state of the boys.
“I uh... I wondered if...” When she couldn’t figure out how to form a sentence
that would make sense, she slammed the door. Blinking several times, not really
sure she’d actually been in the room, Tom and Bill looked at each other before
bursting out laughing.
“Gods! Did you see her face? She must have thought I was about to shag your
sorry arse!” Tom laughed and got up. He stretched his long body luxuriously
and, completely unfazed by his morning erection; he marched past Bill and
opened the door. The tray was to be found abandoned on the floor, and he picked
it up and slipped back inside. He put the tray on a small table by the window
and turned around to catch Bill’s eyes. “Nom, nom, Billy.”
“Nom, nom, Tommy,” Bill replied grinning and, getting up, he went to inspect
the breakfast the woman had planned to feed them.
Tom went to the bathroom and, not bothering to shut the door to bar Bill’s
view, he took a leak. The liquid splashed into the bowl as Bill scratched his
hair with a soft smile. Food in his hand, he went to sit on the bed with a
heavy bump. Man, how he liked that boy. He couldn’t quite say what it was Tom
did to him, but he really put a smile on Bill’s face. Tom’s presence had made
his life so much more exciting and fun, and he was close to feeling grateful
that he had met him.
Quietly, he sat watching Tom’s shapely buttocks flex as he shook his dick
before drying himself. Afterwards, Tom sat down on the toilet seat and their
eyes met. Bill took a bite of a toasted roll.
“Are you gonna watch me take a dump?” Tom asked.
“You could close the door, wanker,” Bill challenged.
“Cunt.”
Bill found the ‘conversation’ pointless and got up and closed the door in Tom’s
cackling face.
Then he stood still a few moments before he began laughing at Tom’s exaggerated
noise. He sounded like he was giving birth.
“Can you hear that, Bill? It’s for you... oooohhh! Oh yeah that was nice.”
Bill snorted aloud and went to lie down to finish his roll, and wait for Tom to
come out so he could take a leak himself. Rolling onto his side, he watched as
Tom sauntered back into the room, his slender cock dangling between his thighs
now, and Bill wondered what else the boy had done in there. Whereas he hadn’t
been aware that Tom had slept next to him naked until after the woman woke them
up, his cock sure perked thinking about Tom wanking now.
Tom didn’t worthy Bill a glance, so he went to the bathroom and closed the
door. Sitting on the toilet seat, he emptied his system much quieter than Tom
had. As he dried his hands, he looked down at his own dick, and thoughts of Tom
drifted through his mind making its effect immediately. Bill wasn’t an exhibit
regarding these matters but nothing was normal with Tom. Pouring some of the
hand soap from the vanity into his hand, mixing it to a smooth lather with
water, he leaned his back to the door. Gripped his erection he slowly started
pulling on the flesh, lightly stretching the skin.
A sharp bang on the door startled Bill, then caused him to gasp delightedly
when Tom bellowed through the wood, “What the fuck are you doing in there,
jerking off?”
Knowing that Tom knew what Bill was doing turned him on. Bill began to moan
when his cock ecstatically responded, thickened and lengthened with the
attention he was giving it. A few more hard pulls and Bill began to peak, the
pearly liquid seeping from his cock-slit. Adding experienced twists at the
head, Bill groaned long and loud. “Uhh...!” His cum spurted out to cover his
fingers.
A loud boyish laughter came through the door from Tom, “Biiiil? Why wouldn’t
you let me watch? I know what you’re doing anyway. We could have jerked off
together!” Bill shook his head and grinned as he washed his hands.
Opening the door, Bill stepped aside as Tom went to his knees in laughter, and
walked past him to sit on the bed. When the other boy turned to him, he was hit
in the face by a mysteriously moist towel.
“Never crossed my mind, Tom. But I feel good after my bathroom visit. What
about you?”
“Me?” Tom’s laughter died a bit. Stuffing his mouth with the remains of his
roll, he got on his feet and picked up some clothes and started dressing.
“Actually – I didn’t really get a chance to shower, but I don’t wanna stay here
any longer either.” Smiling at Bill, he eventually just nodded and bunched up
his loose dreads only to let them fall down seconds later.
Bill looked around the room. “Anyway. How did we manage to mess this up so
well?”
“A goodbye present for the horny landlady?” Tom suggested as he slid a long-
sleeved, white T-shirt over his head followed by a brown and orange tie-and-
dyed short-sleeved T on top of it. He hugged himself and wiped across his face
with his hand. “How much money do we have?”
Bill licked his lips. “Just enough for the room.”
“So we’re fucking broke again?” Tom said. “Why don’t you fuck her and we save
the...”
“Reality check, Tom. It’s your sorry arse she drooled after.”
“Not at the beginning though...” Stepping closer, Tom looked imploringly at
Bill, and the look in his eyes made Bill weak. It was like having a little
brother begging you to come and watch his stupid footie match when really all
you wanted was hanging out with your mates.
“Bill... I never really felt like it. I prefer men to be honest. I don’t know
how to behave around her. I might have...” Tom didn’t say the rest of the
words, one of them would rhyme on nape.
Catching on nevertheless, Bill nodded. “Well this may sound chauvinistic, but I
doubt she’d be able to make the difference between that and just rough
fucking.”
“Not chauvinistic at all. She acted like a drooling bitch in heat,” and with
those words, Tom suddenly left the room, and walked down the hall until he
reached the kitchen where he found her. Predictable slut, he thought, but when
she got up, she just looked at him with a disinterested look in her eyes.
“So you’re leaving?” she asked.
Tom nodded and he felt his hands curl into fists. “Yeah... we are. My... my
friend will pay. I just wanted so say we had fun.”
“I’m sure you had...” a strange glint lit in her eyes.
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“Nothing.” She turned away and pretended to read the book that lay on the table
in front of her.
Tom stood nervously and then he decided to go back to Bill. “Pay her and let’s
get out. We cross the country today. Tonight we hike.”
“Okay, Tom,” Bill said, wondering if they’d end up in Poland by the direction
Tom was suggesting.
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Bill watched as Tom trudged along, his head low and shoulders stooped. It had
taken a lot out of the other boy, his confession from earlier that morning, how
he was nearing the edge of... of what, Bill didn’t know just yet, but it could
be bad.
“Here, let’s stop for a minute and grab some water. Besides, I need to piss,”
Bill suddenly said.
“Fuck Bill! You got a tiny bladder or something? Every six steps you got to
take your dick out for an airing? I’m surprised it’s not sunburned yet.”
“Just trying to show you what a real cock looks like, that’s all. Step close
and study, my friend, I’m pretty sure you’ve never seen one like mine.”
Tom had been joking, and it made Bill fell better already. Unzipping his pants,
Bill reached in and pulled his dick out, laying it on the palm of his hand.
“Wait, I need to find the microscope to study that tiny thing with!” Tom mocked
Bill even though he did check out his friend’s equipment.
“Oh fuck you!” With a sharp shove, Tom landed on his arse in the dirt, a small
billow of dust dancing in the sunlight around him. Too busy laughing to get up,
he stayed on his butt; mouth wide with joy and eyes squinted shut tight.
Gripping his cock, Bill relieved himself, ‘accidentally’ spraying in Tom’s
direction.
“Oops, sorry. With something this small, it’s hard to measure the distance.”
Shaking off the remaining moisture, Bill turned to Tom, his cock still in his
hand.
“What you two boys up to over there?”
Two heads swung to the road. Their loud banter had covered the approaching
sounds of a smooth car. Quickly, Bill tucked himself away and Tom got up,
scratching his scalp.
“You’re offering us a ride, mister?” Tom asked.
“Well, not exactly. Do you need one then?” the man asked. Rolling his eyes, Tom
repressed the urge to sneer, but just nodded.
“Sure. I can take you for a bit, but I turn in about fifteen kilometres.”
“Why?” Bill asked gathering their stuff. He got eye contact with Tom before
they entered the car and Tom shook his head slightly. They would not have to
pay this guy with sex; he would probably not even have the imagination wanting
it from them.
Settled in their seats, silence fell over them. Tom felt exhausted somehow; the
constant and practically pointless need to move on was tiring him down and only
the comfort of having Bill along for as long as he wanted calmed his soul and
made him actually fall asleep at night.
“Would it be possible to stay overnight at your place, sir?” Tom asked.
Watching him Bill smiled. Tom turned his head and they looked into each other’s
eyes for a while until the man eventually answered.
“Sure. Why not? You can sleep in the barn. Plenty of space, but don’t mess with
the hay stacks.”
Don’t mess with the haystacks? Bill mouthed silently to Tom who smirked. They
both thanked the man for offering them a ride. Of course, they wouldn’t mess
with the man’s property.
Arriving to the farm, they quickly saw how isolated and badly kept the place
was. Tom got cold feet immediately.
“You can eat at the house, boys,” the man suddenly said. “There’s a warm bath
for you if you want.”
“Thanks but uh... no thanks,” Tom said, as he got out of the car along with
Bill and the man.
Bill frowned. “What’s the mat...?”
“We’re leaving. Now,” Tom said in his no bullshit voice.
“Tom, c’mon!” Bill said with a smile, trying to encourage him to stay.
“We’re leaving, Bill...” Tom said in a low controlled angry voice.
Bill frowned suddenly feeling insecure. What was going on? Why was Tom backing
away now?
“What’s up? Where are you going?” the man asked and began to near them.
Tom turned and resolutely went towards the road, his backpack securely over his
shoulder. “I’m not staying there. Not in a million years.”
Bill sighed exasperated and motioned for the same, holding on to his own
backpack tightly.
“Insolent brats!!” the man shouted. Confused by the man’s outburst, Bill turned
and saw the man grab some stones and threw them at him.
“SHIT!!!!” Bill quickly ran out of the driveway and, a minute later, he was
next to Tom again, both of them running. They ran until both were panting and
exhausted.
“The fuck! Motherfucker! That bloody pig-sucking piece of shit!” Bill yelled to
no one in particular, his voice echoing back at them from the emptiness of
their surroundings.
“What the hell do you think he was going to do to us? The shithead threw rocks!
He fucking threw rocks at us... What a fucked up arsehole!”
Tom watched Bill pace a few more moments, noticing how he kept rubbing the back
of his head.
“Son of a bitch! He hit you didn’t he?” Leaping to his feet, Tom approached the
still moving teen, and grabbed him by the arm to halt his movement. Pushing him
towards a small gathering of stones, Tom forced him to sit, then drew his head
forward until it rested on his chest.
“Yeah, he caught me with one of them.” Bill’s reply was muffled, spoken to
Tom’s ribs. The heat from the wounded boy’s breath was gently pulsating against
Tom’s shirt. Parting the dark hair, Tom winced and sucked in his own breath,
pulling it through his teeth.
“Man. That looks like it hurts.”
“I’m freaked out about how you could tell! I’m so fucking shaking right now,
Tom.”
“Adrenaline. It’s normal. I’m shaking, too, Bill,” Tom assured him. However,
Bill couldn’t control it anymore, and he gripped Tom’s hips, pulling him
closer, burying his face in the younger boy’s stomach. Where Bill proceeded to
sob quietly, letting out his fear, both from the most recent attack and the
assault of a few days ago. Yes, it had been Tom who had been violated the most;
but Bill couldn’t help speculating about how it affected Tom, and that
automatically affected Bill back. It had been a close call for them. Speaking
his fears into Tom’s shirt helped, allowed him to vent his distress, and begin
to ease his mind; they were safe now.
After a few awkward seconds, Tom wrapped his arms around Bill, enjoying the
closeness and the way Bill really held on to him. Bill mumbled words of concern
for Tom and himself. Tom rarely received sweet attention like that and petted
Bill’s back and the back of his thighs. “Okay, Bill?” he asked.
Bill cleared his voice but he was still sniffling. “Why are people so fucking
fucked up in their fucking heads out here?”
“Trust me, honey. They’re no better in the city. There are some in between that
are kind enough,” Tom said, and freed himself from Bill and used a bit of water
to clean the superficial cut in his head. Then he cleaned his face from smeared
makeup.
Bill looked at him and smiled as Tom dabbed carefully at his head. Honey? Bill
smiled wider when the tip of Tom’s tongue peaked out from between his lips in
concentration. When Tom was done, he gave Bill a hand and helped him to his
feet. Quickly, the boy hugged him, chest to chest, and stepped back.
“We better get moving,” Tom said. “We’ll have to work out some kind of shelter
for the night. I’m really not in the mood for these weirdoes tonight.”
Bill offered him a wan smile, and nodded. “True. I’ll just punch their teeth
out if they try anything.”
“Yeah. I’ll probably kick a table leg up their arses after I kick in their
ribs.”
“Oooh...” Bill laughed helplessly, “That does sound like a plan though.”
Tom smirked. “The problem is they usually don’t stand still long enough for me
to do it.”
“Yeah. I wonder why!” Bill laughed and they hugged again. Tom put his arms
around Bill’s neck and his lips sought out Bill’s in an open, heavy, and wet
kiss. Bill pressed back until Tom wrestled free with a needy moan. Bill’s chest
was heaving and he wanted more kisses, but Tom turned his back on him. Biting
his lip, Bill felt a throbbing sensation in his flesh by how hard Tom had been
sucking at his tongue.
Tom held up a hand in the air. “Rain. It’s raining, Bill.”
“You dropped the umbrella, Tom. Remember?” Bill commented still a bit dazed.
“Yeah. Shouldn’t have done that.” Tom sighed followed by a whine. “Oh, maaan!”
he complained. Without further ado, the skies opened for real and rain started
pouring down, drenching them in no time. There was nothing else to do but find
the nearest tree to stand under.
Surveying the horizon and the various fields connected to the idyllic little
road they stood near, Bill noticed a meagre shelter half into one field of rye.
They’d seen plenty on these hybrids of shanties on their travel already but
hadn’t felt the need to explore rusty tools and worn-out lawnmowers. By the
time they had reached the building, they were cold and miserable. Breaking
inside, they immediately checked out how useful their temporary lodging would
be to them. It wasn’t a tool a shed at all. In fact, it was an actual place to
take a break from working in the field. There was even a musty couch that
turned into a double when you pulled out the seat. Tom did that immediately and
it would provide for a nice bed for them.
“Looks like the roof will hold, but it sure needs mending,” Bill said with
chattering teeth, staring at the roof a few extra moments to check.
Occasionally, a drop of rain splattered on the floor but nothing worse than
that. This building had probably seen worse. Why would today of all days be the
day it collapsed due to a bit of rain?
“I don’t care... Look! Blankets!” Tom pointed at the some folded blankets on a
shelf against the wall.
“Great...” Bill mumbled, not being interested in sharing his covers with flees
of any kind.
“It’ll do.” Tom began stripping off his wet clothes, body jerking with shivers.
“Gotta get warm, Bill. I’m fucking freezing,” Tom shuddered. His soaked dreads
made him look like a dog who’d sadly been forgotten in the rain by his owners.
As soon as the blankets had been arranged on the couch, he sought under the
covers naked. His body shook uncontrollably once the cold had gotten a good
grip on him. Bill dumped his bag and quickly divested all of his own clothes.
“Move!” he said and Tom did it willingly, turning his back on him.
Bill spooned him and they both gasped as their icy skin touched. Somehow, Bill
was warmer and they both felt it.
“Gods you’re so hot,” Tom whispered.
“Thanks, but I already knew,” Bill couldn’t help joking, and Tom chuckled in
front of him. When his body shook with laughter, his small buttocks moved
against Bill’s crotch. It felt so good, and Bill bent his knees to spoon Tom
better, to feel his body keener. Sighing, Tom reached back for Bill’s hand.
“I love this,” Tom said.
“Me, too,” Bill replied. Bill’s arms slid around Tom’s body, and heat slowly
but surely began seeping into his chilled bones. Bill hoped he could warm up
Tom faster than Tom cooled him down, or they’d both risk getting sick.
Eventually, they both fell asleep.
 
“Bill?” Tom asked in the middle of the night. They hadn’t eaten before they lay
down on the couch. Tom’s stomach growled, and he was in need of a piss.
However, he felt too comfortable snuggling in their combined heat that he
didn’t want to break the moment. Small puffs of air hit his face all the time.
Bill was sound asleep. Tom continued to debate inwardly. In the end, he had to
do something or he’d burst. Stepping out on the floor, the cold damp weather
after the rain made him shiver instantly.
“Fuck!” he mumbled and looked around to see if there was something he could
leak into. An old pot of no use to cook into any longer lay on the floor and,
with trembling hands, he managed to do his business. Now he was shivering cold
again and woke up Bill as soon as he returned under the covers and sought his
warmth.
“Tom! What the fuck! Where did you go? To a bloody iceberg? Now I have to warm
you up all over again,” Bill complained.
Wiggling back into Bill’s arms, Tom shrugged with a smile. “Had to piss, Bill.
It was either on you or on the floor.” Then he quickly kissed Bill’s lips.
“Okay...” Bill replied and chuckled surprised. “Good then.”
“Was great,” Tom replied and pushed some more, trying to find a good position.
“Move your crotch against me,” Tom asked. Content, he sighed when Bill
complied, and fit his cock along the cleft of his arse. Cuddling with Bill felt
just as amazing as Tom had imagined.
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Morning found Tom and Bill tangled about the other; arms and legs ending and
starting in a confusion of flesh. Tom was the first to wake. His clear brown
eyes blinked in rapid succession, as he tried to focus while bright shafts of
sun burst into his face. Attempting to lift his arm, he found it pinned under
Bill, his other, clasped firmly around his back. They were face to face, with
Tom on the bottom.
“...fuck...” Tom breathed the word, and then silenced himself, not wanting to
wake Bill. He enjoyed the moment a bit longer, especially since his morning
erection was happy with the contact. However, his arm slept and he had to get
the circulation going. Slowly extricating his upper body from under Bill, Tom
cautiously moved his legs next and slid the rest of the way free.
Lifting the blanket marginally, he endeavoured to keep as much of the heat
underneath not to make Bill uncomfortable. Standing straight, Tom stretched,
arched his back, and scratched his balls, feeling refreshed and happy. The pins
and needles were kicking in and he stood for a few moments to let the
discomfort pass.
Looking at his slumbering partner, Tom reached out and resolutely shook Bill’s
shoulder.
The pretty brunet awoke with a sudden snore. “I’m awake. Mum?” he asked,
sitting up with start.
“You can have two more guesses,” Tom grinned.
“Dad?” Bill guessed with a smirk.
“Sure we can play if you’re into that,” Tom laughed.
Bill moved his hand quickly and hit one of Tom’s buttocks when the boy turned
to protect his balls. “I’m not into that!” Bill said.
“You’re not into boys?” Tom pouted and neared Bill again.
“I’m not exactly an adult,” Bill pointed out. “It’s okay for me to be into
boys.”
“You’re gay?” Tom dead panned, dropping the pout. “You want into boys?”
“Tom... c’mon,” Bill appealed, letting him know he was right. Cocking his head,
he returned the question, “How about you?”
“What about me?” Tom replied and sat up against the wall and looked at Bill.
Then he pulled up his knees, spread his legs, and pressed his hands down on the
couch. His semi hard cock rested between long slender thighs.
Bill eyes involuntarily followed the motion giving him a generous look at Tom’s
crotch area.
Tom pushed his small hips up slightly, disclosing his little pucker. “Like what
you see,” he asked, all come-hither and sultry.
Bill bit his lip and nodded. “Yes. I like it.”
“You want it?” Tom bent his neck slightly, making his dreads tumble all over
his shoulders.
“Are you...?” Bill started. Then he closed his eyes and licked his lips in
nervous anticipation.
“Come,” Tom begged him, but was the one who crawled towards Bill nevertheless.
Bill quickly joined him on the couch and Tom pushed him down on his back.
Bill’s breath hitched and he nodded.
“I’m so turned on,” Tom said and swallowed, sensing that his hard cock was
already wet at the tip.
“Yeah, yeah. Me, too,” Bill responded. Tom got on his knees and put a leg over
Bill’s thighs to straddle them. Bending down, he kissed Bill. Lifting his head
fractionally, Bill kissed back hungrily and the both of them moaned. Bill
threaded his fingers in Tom’s soft dreads.
Their hard ons were warm and solid between their stomachs, and Tom craved Bill
inside him when precome started flowing generously from the both of them. “I
want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me, Billy?” he asked Bill when they parted
lips for a few moments to catch their breath.
“Yeah. I want that,” Bill responded. Using precome for lube, he reached around
and pushed a finger inside Tom. The boy was moaning Bill’s name already, and
the older boy tried to work as quickly as possible. Tom was severely tight, and
Bill groaned knowing his dick was going in there very soon.
“Uuh, Bill,” Tom whimpered as Bill graced his prostate. “Not yet. I want you in
me.”
Bill removed his fingers and used more precome to grease up his cock. “Ready?”
he asked shaking with arousal, and Tom lifted his bottom and guided Bill’s cock
inside him.
Sitting down very slowly, Tom had an almost pained expression on his face, as
he waited to adjust. The muscle strain was satisfying as well as stinging, but
it only made Tom shiver with anticipation.
“Awww...” he groaned and squeezed his eyes tightly. “D-don't move, man. Fuck!”
he pleaded. The sudden pleasure was searing when he gyrated his high strung
body slightly. “Oh, no, Bill. So good, sweetheart. God, not yet. Oh, shit. Oh,
shit,” he babbled and whimpered. It was too soon and the flaring arousal took
him by surprise. His body tightened and the sensation spiralled. “Fuck, I’m
already bloody coming, Billy!” Tom cried out in defeat and dropped his head on
Bill’s shoulder hardly able to breathe and his orgasm made his body lock up in
pleasure.
Bill breathed labouredly. Tom was squeezing him so good, so exquisitely
painfully. His cock was pulsing like crazy as he couldn’t hold back his own
orgasm. He moaned raggedly and held on to Tom’s small hips, pushing weakly into
him.
Small spasms of aftershocks made Tom jittery, but also soft and incredibly
pliant. He was close to purring against Bill who hugged him close.
“That was good. Short but good,” Bill said after a while.
“Yeah, that was good,” Tom responded several moments later. “Let’s do it again.
I’m not used to orgasm to be honest.”
“You didn’t expect to orgasm?” Bill asked.
“Occasionally, I get off but mostly I don’t. I usually don’t expect anything,
because the people I’m with don’t turn me on. I don't feel a thing when I’m
fucking someone.”
Bill nodded in understanding. Tom didn’t have to explain that tricks didn’t
turn him on sexually. “Have you ever... I mean felt things?”
“Well, I always get off with girls,” Tom nodded. “With guys... A few times,
sure.”
“You ever top with guys?” Bill asked curiously.
“No. I love getting cock,” Tom said.
Bill frowned, “But you just said...”
“How about you?” Tom interrupted him. “Ever bottomed?”
“Sure,” Bill shrugged and let his palm slide over Tom’s chest. “I like either
way. But I haven’t done it a lot.”
“How many times?”
“Let’s just say I only need one hand to count,” Bill responded.
“Five times?” Tom guffawed.
“Four boys, silly,” Bill corrected him.
“Oh.” Tom laughed.
“And they weren’t all penetrating.”
“I’ve been with so many guys I don't have the number if we’re counting non-
penetration,” Tom admitted.
“We are.”
“Twenty... at least,” Tom emphasised, although he might not be entirely
truthful.
“Sluttish much?” Bill joked.
“Hey, they paid me!” Tom smirked and quickly put a hand on Bill’s mouth to
prevent him from making a call boy joke.
Instead, Bill kissed Tom’s palm and Tom quickly removed his hand. When Bill
leaned in and kissed Tom, he melted in the older boy’s arms. Pleased, Tom felt
Bill harden inside him, when their tongues began to explore one another all
over. “Fuck, I love this,” Tom said. “L-love your dick,” he hitched. His body
tingled all over from pleasure. Rarely did he feel gratification this way; if
he wasn’t turned on, his prostate didn’t care how hard the dick in his arse
was. He’d feel nothing to trigger a climax. Still he loved the sensation of
said dick up there.
Bill grabbed Tom’s little arse and, leaning back down and elevating his knees,
he thrust leisurely back and forth inside his tight body. The wetness from his
previous load made the passage slick and smooth. Tom rested his hands on Bill’s
shoulders, and Bill closed his eyes and slipped into the wave of delight they
built up together.
“Ssss!” Tom hissed. Again, he gyrated his hips and counter moved to receive
Bill’s thrusts. Flexing his buttocks, he could tell it had the wanted effect on
Bill.
“God-god-god. My god, Tom,” Bill gasped. His balls tightened.
“Not yet, Bill!” Tom snarled, and reached back to grab around the root of
Bill’s dick. “Wait for me. Fucking wait.”
Bill slowed down and looked at Tom looking intensely back at him. The eye
contact was too much for the two teens and Bill had to move. Rapidly, he fucked
harder when Tom let go of him. Tom gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he
dropped his head forwards. Then he whipped backwards, making his dreads follow
in a halo of motion. Bill groaned and came hard, grinding his dick against
Tom’s buttocks as seed gushed into his whimpering lover.
Tom cried out loud his pleasure in earnest as he painted their bellies with
another load of come. Bill’s thighs were getting numb, and he tried to move a
little while after, but Tom pressed his hands against Bill’s shoulder and shook
his head.
“Not yet.”
“Again?” Bill asked with lifted eyebrows. “I don’t think I could. I’m actually
quite sensitive right now.”
“No worries. I’m good,” Tom replied and then he dislodged abruptly.
Bill groaned softly and watched Tom step outside the shed. The sounds of
splashes made him get up, too, and looked outside to see what was going on. Tom
was standing there and washed his body using rain water gathered in a rusty
barrel that stood against the wall.
Bill joined him and shivering, he got clean, as well.
“Back to nature,” he mumbled. All of his comforts had been stripped from him on
the journey with Tom. Again, he wondered how long they were going to travel
before he had had enough. They’d travelled so far, and even crossed some of the
same roads more than once. “Where are you going, Tom? For real?”
Tom shrugged and stuck his head into the water to the neck. Bill laughed but
shrieked when the splash from soaked dreads hit his shivering body when Tom’s
head re-emerged again.
“For Christ sake, Tom!” Bill shouted.
Tom smirked at him as water ran down his tanned face.
Bill struck out a fist to hit Tom on the shoulder, but a moment later, Tom
sought his embrace instead and their slick bodies and arms hugged for a while.
“I’m looking for my father,” Tom finally said.
“I know, Tom. It’s just that it doesn’t seem like you’re actually trying to
find him. We’re just... walking!” Bill felt exasperated and, what was
previously just ponderings, now turned into a different longing. “I want you to
find him. But I’m also sort of missing my own dad.”
“Sure,” Tom said with a casual sniff. “Go ahead. I’m not keeping you. I never
said you should stay with me and...”
“Tom! Cut it out,” Bill said with an irritated frown, “I’m not dropping you,
okay?”
Tom put a hand on his hip and turned away from Bill. Then he began to wring out
water from his hair, and Bill was aware he was struggling with stuff. Deciding
to leave Tom alone, Bill went into the shed and put on his clothes. Afterwards,
he came out holding some clothes for Tom to put on and wordlessly, he watched
him dressing.
“Where are we heading today?” he asked the younger boy, and the look of
gratitude from those hurt eyes made Bill’s body tingle.
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When they were ready to leave, they had a bit of a discussion about the
blankets, whether they should leave them behind or take them. They flipped a
coin and the blankets were added to their growing pile of possessions. They
could always dump them if they became unhandy.
Reaching into the pack, Bill pulled out two candy bars. “Look, we’re going to
have to get jobs at the next town, get some money and supplies, too; we’re
running low.”
Tom just shrugged and bit into the chocolate bar. He had tried to go without
food a whole day more than a few times. Shifting his gaze to Bill, he wondered
if the older teen had ever gone hungry for food in his life except on this
trip. The worried expression in Bill’s brown eyes seemed to indicate that he
had not and it was a major concern for Tom right now.
Heaving his arm across Bill’s shoulder, Tom squeezed him close. “Don’t worry –
we won’t starve. I’ll make sure of that.”
A slow nod of acceptance and agreement was Bill’s only reply. Hefting the sack
over his shoulder, Bill walked out of the shed with Tom close behind. The air
was fresh and pungent. They went slow and talked for the most, picking at the
hedges and shrubberies as they passed them by. They didn’t really want to
return to the main road yet, but eventually their path ended there. Standing at
the edge of the road, conversation seemed to die.
Tom put an arm around Bill’s shoulder. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, he
whispered, “Let’s hike shall we? My feet are killing me.”
“Okay, but just to the nearest town then. We have to make some money,” Bill
replied.
Tom nodded. “Yeah. I’ll take the front seat.”
“Tom...” Bill hesitated, knowing what Tom implied by the ‘front’ seat. It had
become a synonym for a work. And if money was exchanged, didn’t that make it
prostitution? And wouldn’t that make him and Tom prostitutes? Bill swallowed.
He hadn’t meant that kind of making money, but he knew Tom knew he hadn’t meant
it either, so this was Tom’s own call.
A car passed, and Tom did his usual tricks to look desirable, but apparently
the driver hadn’t been inclined. The next one was, however. The tires almost
screeched, when the breaks were hit.
“Step on in, lads!”
Looking at each other, Tom and Bill exchanged a look. In the car sat a woman.
“You game?” Bill whispered.
“Makes no difference to me,” Tom whispered back. “Just pray she can control the
wheel while she drools after boy sex.”
Tom squeezed himself into the front seat and pushed it back to fit his long
legs but also giving the woman a nice view. The woman kept sending him glances
and through the back mirror, Bill saw the practiced shy looks Tom kept sending
her. He even blushed so prettily, Bill had to look away not to laugh and give
him away.
“What?” he heard Tom ask.
The woman leaned in and they whispered. Then Bill saw Tom’s hand reach out and
he scooted closer to her seat. Soon, soft groans filled the car. Bill didn’t
want to hear this woman. Didn’t want to look at her. Somehow, he could better
take it when it was guys. Stealing one look, albeit at Tom, and he saw Tom’s
head was horizontal. He had gone down on her after all.
The pay was pretty nice, enough to get a bit of supplies. However, a room for
the night had to be earned the traditional way, so at ten pm in the evening,
they were busy doing the dishes at a little youth hostel where they were
granted a room in exchange for the dish washing.
Flopping onto the rusty-springed bed later, Bill sighed. His feet hurt, his
back hurt and his arms hurt. Nevertheless, it was a bed; they had cash – some,
and were warm for the night. Shifting onto his side, Bill tried to make room on
the single bed, leaving some for Tom.
A hand gently shook his shoulder, rousing him from his half-slumber state, “Are
you all right?”
“Too tired, I hurt. Shoulder, feet, legs... don’t suppose I could persuade you
into giving me a massage?” The plea was half-hearted, but maybe Tom bought it.
“No, no massage. And I fucking hurt, too – even the back of my head.”
Bill partially sat up, leaning on one elbow. “Why does your head hurt?”
“Hell, that bloody steering wheel kept smacking into the base of my skull while
I was working the driver. Surprised it didn’t rub off a dread or two.”
“Well it brought us along quite a nice distance, didn’t it?”
Tom just shrugged and dropped his pants and, slipping his boxers off next, he
stretched and moved towards the bed.
Bill smiled with a light shake of the head and joined him. Tom smiled back and
was welcomed in Bill’s arms. Snuggling close to Bill’s warm skin, he lay for a
while listening to Bill’s breathing.
“Maybe my father doesn’t live anymore. I haven’t seen him for so long I don’t
really remember him. Maybe he’s forgotten all about me and doesn’t want me.”
Bill swallowed. “I’m sure he lives and, when you knock on his door, he’ll want
you to stay with him.”
“It’s a bloody waste of time, Bill. Maybe... Maybe you should just contin...”
“Don’t fucking say it,” Bill warned him and put a hand on Tom’s mouth. “We’re
in this together. And-and if we can’t find him, you’re bloody well coming with
me,” he suddenly said.
Both boys kept their breath in the seconds that ticked by.
“Really?” Tom then asked quietly.
Bill hugged him closer. Fuck, why did he have to say that? But he believed that
his dad would accept Tom. It would barely matter, and they could go to school
together. Bill’s eyes suddenly filmed over and he loved that image. The two of
them living together.
“Tom, I’m in love with you. Of course I want that,” Bill suddenly said without
even knowing he was going to.
Tom jerked in his arms and Bill chuckled, “Imagine that, huh?” he said.
Tom didn’t reply, but Bill felt him mould even closer to him and that was
answer enough. So far, they sort of had a plan.
And about time.
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In the morning, Tom stood in the showers. He wondered about his life and the
mindless pattern he had been following for a while. All of that seemed
pointless these days. He’d been thrown out of his home too often to find the
situation he was in extraordinary. That he wouldn’t return home this time was
the only difference now his mum was gone. His home was literally gone, too. But
Bill had struck a chord in him so deeply last night when he told him he was in
love with Tom. He really wished he could just break off his search and go home
with Bill, but he wasn’t naïve. Tom wasn’t sure how grand Bill’s dad would find
that plan of Bill’s. He’d probably ask Tom to leave. Maybe it was really better
to separate their ways and Tom would continue his search on his own.
Putting his hands on the tiles in front of him, Tom let the warm water drizzle
over his upturned face. Where exactly would he be able to find his dad? The
authorities? Tom wasn’t keen on that. The authorities and Tom were not best
friends. Too much shit happened on the nights he spent down town, and even if
Tom did his best to stay out of it, he couldn’t do that every time trouble
seemed to find him. So Tom had a criminal record he didn’t like being looked
into while his request for looking up his dad was processed.
Bending his head, he let the water enter his mouth. It was heavenly warm and
the steam felt good to his tired body. He and Bill slept late and had to get
out at 10 am. Too little time despite they earned the fucking room good,
washing dishes for four hours in between cleaning and doing laundry three
fucking times.
Getting out of the bathroom, he went on bare feet to dry himself in the room
and not in the bathroom.
“You’re wetting the floor.”
“I knew you were gonna say that. Does it scare you I know you that well, Bill?”
“No, Tom. Does that disappoint you?”
Tom smiled and went to stand in front of Bill. Shaking his hips, he asked,
“Does my cock intimidate you, Bill?”
Bill looked at it. It was impressive for a fifteen year old, but he wasn’t
going to tell Tom that. “No. However, your pussy- and cock sucking skills
do...”
Tom laughed surprised and delighted. “Good one.” Then he seemed serious. “I
don’t know why I’m such a shit to you sometimes... maybe because you’re my
only...” family... he longed to say, and when Bill then finished his sentence,
saying that word, tears sprang into his eyes. Angrily, he turned and wiped them
away. “Bloody hell...”
Bill said nothing. It wasn’t necessarily. He felt just as strongly for Tom,
too. They were inseparable right now. Emotionally depending on the trust and,
by now, also the love they shared.
Leaving the establishment, they went and bought a few supplies; Tom went behind
the desk and stole a pack of cigarettes when the clerk got up to help another
customer.
Back on the road, they got a ride later in the afternoon. Tom sat on the front
seat - Bill in the back. They were quiet, each tumbling with thoughts and
especially what next.
“Can I fuck one of you?” the man suddenly blurted out.
Tom looked him straight in the eyes. “No.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t do fucks. I’ll give you a blowjob though.”
“I’d rather have a fuck.”
Bill sensed no tension in Tom. He seemed very together.
After a minute or so, the man mumbled that he’d take that blowjob. Bill leaned
his head against the window. He was becoming so detached from the scene that it
made him indifferent where he’d been anxious in the beginning. But he did pay
attention to Tom’s safety and checked in the rear-view mirror often enough that
nothing wrong went on.
When Tom was done Bill smiled a little when the boy licked his lips as he sat
up in his seat once more.
“You’re a sweet kid. Why do you suck strangers?” the man asked, actually
frowning as if Tom was a bad boy.
“He likes sucking dick,” Bill responded, where after he found his make up kit
in his backpack and applied some eyeliner to his eyes.
The man laughed, suddenly looking uncomfortable at his passengers. Then the car
slowed down, and the boys realised they’d reached one of the small houses that
adorned the road through a little village they were passing through. The house
was surrounded by a huge garden and some kids were playing on the lawn.
“This is my place... so eh...” the man said.
Immediately, the kids came running. “Daddy, daddy!” they shouted. Then they
looked nosily at Bill and Tom who obviously had to get out of the car, since
their lift had come to an end anyway.
“Are you visiting us?” a boy about seven years old asked. His sister and
younger brother parroted his question, and then a woman came out of the house,
joined them, and curiously asked who they were.
“I... I gave them a-a... a lift,” the family man quickly explained and darted
nervous looks at Bill and Tom, who smiled back at him like perfect little
angels.
Tom responded cheerfully, “He was really kind. We’d been walking all afternoon
and then he came out of nowhere and gave us a lift.”
“Where are you heading?” the woman asked, lifting the little boy into her arms.
“Um... Kiel?” Bill suggested with a shrug.
“Sure?” Tom asked with an impish smile, and Bill elbowed him playfully in the
ribs.
“Well, it’s getting awfully late for hitchhiking to Kiel, don’t you think? Why
don’t you stay with us until tomorrow?” she invited them.
Her husband looked panicked for a moment, but Tom and Bill shook their heads
and made a zipper motion across their lips. They weren’t going to say anything
to imply what had happened in the car earlier.
“Wanna play with us?” the older kids asked Tom and Bill. After depositing their
stuff in the house, the two teens went out in the garden and played with the
man’s kids. They had a terrific couple of hours goofing around playing with the
smaller children until their mother announced that everybody had better come in
and wash their hands before dinner.
Discretely, she asked Bill if he needed the bathroom, which took Bill by
surprised until it dawned on him. Like so many people before her, his hostess
thought Bill was a girl because he wore make up. Why she would ask a person if
they needed the bathroom just because they were a girl, he had no clue. Before
Bill had met Tom, he’d never have left someone believing he was a girl. He’d
have corrected their mistake right away, because it’s natural to rest in your
own identity and gender. He was actually surprised his voice hadn’t given away
his masculinity, but he decided it didn’t matter what she thought he was. So he
just kindly accepted her offer and used the bathroom, because he had to go
anyway. If his voice had given him away by then, she didn’t bat an eyelash.
Dinner was quite relaxed, although interrupted by the usual ruckus provided by
kids who couldn’t sit still. After that it was arguments over bedtime story
reading, teeth brushing, and so forth that dominated the evening. The kids
tried to drag Tom and Bill into the routines but they declined and went down in
the garden to have a smoke.
In spite of how small the house looked from the outside, inside there were many
small rooms, and Tom and Bill were offered a small guestroom and share the bed
after they reassured the suddenly rather prudish lady of the house that Bill
was in fact a boy. Thereafter it was okay for them to share the same bed.
Tom took another shower because he never knew when the next opportunity came
around and he loved showers. He made sure to keep his dreads out of the water.
It wasn’t that tempting to sleep on soaked hair. Afterwards, he quickly went to
the guestroom, where Bill waited for him naked under the duvet. Quickly joining
him, Tom attacked Bill’s mouth with closed mouthed kisses.
“You cold?” Bill giggled against his lips.
“Just shut up,” Tom replied and closed his eyes as their lips met again.
Pressing hard, he pried at Bill’s lips, giving him room to enter and explore
the cavern. Swiftly, Bill got the hint and when Tom felt the wet hard strokes
against his own tongue, his cock responded and he groaned lustfully. Clinging
to Bill’s lips, he suckled and nibbled with a heated desperation that went
straight into Bill’s groin. Rubbing hard shafts along each other, none of them
were particular thinking about hand jobs; the friction alone was more than
enough.
Sliding his hands up to cup Tom’s head, Bill tilted his own, opened his mouth
further to deepen the kiss. Keeping the fingers of one hand tangled in Tom’s
dreads, Bill slipped the other downwards, cupping an arse cheek, caressing and
rubbing the rounded flesh. Rolling Tom onto his back, Bill groaned when full
naked contact was made, the shivers of anticipation tingling in his body.
Breaking the kiss, Bill brought both hands forward and trailed kisses down
Tom’s neck and to his narrow tanned chest sprinkled in sweet little moles. Bill
stopped there to enjoy the sight of a couple of small, peaked nibbles. One was
treated to a light pinching, while the other was sucked into Bill’s hot mouth.
Tom had his eyes closed tightly, but his breath was slightly ragged and his
hands moved restlessly down Bill’s back.
Deciding what he wanted was further south still, Bill slipped lower. His body
grazed along whatever part of Tom’s he could reach. Tom moaned quietly. They
were positioned next to their hosts’ bedroom and he didn’t want to make
suspicious noises.
When Bill’s tongue encountered the gentle dip of Tom’s belly button, Bill
darted it in, then out, and back in, tongue fucking the tiny hole. A whimpering
gasp escaped Tom’s lips and he sighed shakily.
“So good, honey,” Tom whimpered and Bill reached up to kiss him firmly and
shortly on the lips before he returned to his ongoing task. Tom’s low moans
were reverberated through his stomach and Bill smiled pleased at the reaction
he was getting. The brunet jumped slightly when Tom’s attention-seeking cock
bumped his chin, smearing a little trail of salty pre-come on his neck.
“Liked that did you?” Not waiting for an answer, Bill continued to lap at the
flesh, biting lightly, and then soothing it with his tongue. “Just wait, I’ve
got more for you...”
“Bill...” Tom whispered weakly. Bill lifted his head slightly and they had eye
contact a few seconds. Then Tom reached out his hand and caressed Bill’s thick
hair. “Suck it.”
Bill grinned and did as Tom wanted, giving his dick a good wet lick.
“Can I fuck your mouth?” Tom asked.
Bill pondered with a wry smile and then he nodded. “Sure. Okay.” Sliding his
mouth down, he sucked in Tom’s clean silky cock, and he could relate to Tom
explicitly loving sucking cock. Well, Bill enjoyed it, too and, sucking off
Tom, was a nice experience.
“Mmmmm,” Tom moaned through gritted teeth, feeling Bill’s hands on his hips,
supporting them both as he trust jerkily into his mouth. Gripping the sheets,
Tom gasped as he came shortly after. “Fuck it. I couldn’t hold it any longer!”
Tom complained with a chuckle. “I can hold it way longer normally!”
Bill licked his lips and nodded in mock sympathy. “I’m just that good,” he said
and rolled to his side. Tom pushed up close to him and grabbed Bill’s hard
cock.
“Hand or head?” he asked.
“Head,” Bill responded immediately.
Scooting lower, Tom’s slick mouth engulfed Bill to the root and the older teen
squeezed his eyes closed as Tom hollowed his cheeks and the tightness was
incredible. Crazy.
“Shit. You’re good, Tom,” Bill gasped and spread his thighs to accommodate
Tom’s head. Tom sucked a little harder and fondled Bill’s balls with his free
hand. Bill bit his lips and panted softly. “I probably won’t last very long,
either.” His eyelashes fluttered and then he let go. His climax washed over him
and his hips arched on their own free will. A moment later, he came in Tom’s
mouth.
Coming down from his bliss, Bill looked at Tom who was still nursing his dick.
“I’m done, Tom. There is no more,” he said.
“I like your dick,” Tom said and rubbed it against his cheek. Dark eyes were
looking at Bill and Bill smiled back at him.
“Well, I like yours, too,” Bill said.
“I mean it,” Tom said and kissed Bill’s cockhead lovingly like it was his lips.
“I know,” Bill replied with a shudder.
“I think I’ll blow the guy,” Tom suddenly said and got out of bed.
Bill sat up worriedly. “The fuck! Tom?”
“He’s probably jacking off next door anyway,” Tom said and put on his
underwear. Quietly, he opened the door and stepped into the hall.
“Tom?” he heard Bill whisper anxiously from the room.
“Shhhht,” Tom replied and, shortly after, he stood in front of the bedroom door
to their hosts. Pushing the door handle, he stepped inside to have a look. As
expected, the man was watching Tom as he neared him. Tom would make a wager
with anybody that the guy had overheard him and Bill getting off.
“What are you doing here?” the man asked hushed.
Tom went to stand next to him and then he pulled down his duvet. “Can’t really
blow your wife to thank her for her hospitality, so I’ll blow you instead,” Tom
said.
As expected, the man had been busy jerking off under the covers, and Tom knelt
down and took his cock in one hand. Looking at the man, Tom checked to see if
they were on the same page. They definitely were, and then he began sucking him
off.
“Quieter,” the man said, because Tom was making slurping noises. Tom didn’t
care and carried on for a while.
“Lukas...?” his wife suddenly murmured. “What time is it?”
The man looked like he was going to have a heart attack. Tom kept sucking, but
quieted down and crouched as far as he could without stopping.
“I-it’s late, dear.”
“What are you doing? Are you eating in bed?” she asked.
“N-no,” the man gasped.
Determinedly, Tom took him in all the way, and the man groaned. The woman began
to fumble with her bedside lamp and, soon enough, a soft light spread over her
side of the room.
“My God!” she exclaimed when she realised what was happening right next to her.
To her dismay, her husband chose that moment to come in Tom’s mouth.
Letting go, Tom quickly left the bedroom and returned to the guestroom. Bill
got on his knees and worriedly looked at Tom when the dread headed boy joined
him back in bed.
“What happened?”
“She woke up mid sucking,” Tom said.
“We’ll be thrown out, Tom. Why did you have to do it?” Bill accused him.
Honestly, it hadn’t been necessary.
“We probably will,” Tom said and snuggled close to Bill who fell down on the
bed again. Together they listened to the couple fighting. The man admitted he’d
also let Tom blow him in the car. Then he proceeded to admit other matrimonial
misconducts. The confession seemed endless, but eventually they grew quiet.
By then, the two boys had fallen asleep.
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Bill jerked awake by the sound of the door opening. Their hostess looked
bleary-eyed, and he didn’t blame her. Tom was fully body hugging Bill in his
sleep with as many limbs as possible, and Bill had probably been doing the same
until his sleep was interrupted.
“Could you please leave before the kids wake up?” she asked.
“Sure. No problem,” Bill said and swallowed feeling guilty. Well, her husband
was a cheating shithead, but she was very kind.
“Did he force him, Bill?” she asked a few moments later.
At first, Bill was startled by her question, but then he improvised in the spur
of the moment, “No. Of course not. Tom is a sex addict.”
“But he’s just a boy!” she exclaimed shocked.
Bill nodded with a sad expression on his face. “He’s fifteen.”
“I don’t care how low the age of consent is in this country! He shouldn’t feel
obligated just because someone can’t keep their prick in their pants.”
“Okay. No worries,” Bill tried to calm her. “Tom, wake up,” he nudged Tom who
opened his eyes with a start.
“Wha’? What’s...” Turning his head instinctively towards their hostess, he
blinked silently, just watching her looking back at him.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes,” she said tonelessly and left.
“We’re thrown out?” Tom stated.
“Yeah. It’s time,” Bill responded.
Tom nodded and wriggled out from underneath Bill. “Gotta pee.”
“I’ll pack then,” Bill said, not expecting an answer. It didn’t take much time
to pack their stuff. They already knew they would only stay for one night so
they hadn’t had time to make a mess.
As soon as Tom came back, Bill took his turn. When they were ready, they left
the house, heading for a bigger city.
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A few lifts took them further that morning, and shortly before noon, they were
in Leipzig.
“So...what next?” Tom extracted a cigarette and seconds later, smoke slowly
drifted from the edge of his mouth and nostrils.
“It’s still early in the morning and we still have supplies. Why not find some
privacy and get a bit of food?” Bill suggested and indicated his head.
“I’m not really hungry,” Tom said watching Bill take a few drags.
“That’s because of the ciggies, Tom! Why did you steal them in the first
place?” Bill asked and blew out smoke.
“Fuck off, Billy,” Tom mumbled. Then he squinted at the sun. “Isn’t your
birthday coming up?” he asked.
“Not until September,” Bill reminded him and smiled with a laugh.
“I just thought it was soon,” Tom shrugged.
“When are yours due?” Bill asked.
“October.”
“When, Tom?” Bill insisted.
“The second,” Tom finally contributed.
“You’re turning sixteen a month after my eighteenth?”
“I just said so, didn’t I?”
Bill scratched his head. He was actually very close to his dad’s house. His dad
lived in Magdeburg, and the urge to go there and relax for a few days was still
nagging at him, but he kept his mouth shut. They were travelling together. He
looked at Tom who looked back getting that suspicious glint in his eyes.
Tom narrowed his eyes. “What?” Then he almost looked frightened. “Oh gawd!” Tom
declared. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re buying me a stupid gift?”
Bill laughed, “Why not?”
“Because then I have to buy you one, too, because it’s your birthday soon and I
hate the whole concept, Bill, because mum didn’t give me presents. She always
forgot!”
“I won’t buy one. I promise!”
FUCK! Tom thought. Now I have to do it anyway, because he’ll think I’ll do it,
and then he’ll do it, and then I have to do it. FUCK!
Nevertheless, they went to a store as soon as they passed one. Bill bought some
groceries, ignoring Tom completely, knowing he’d grab something because he just
couldn’t resist the opportunity.
Afterwards, they sat outside the shop sharing a cola.
“Here!” Tom reached out a closed fist and when Bill returned the motion, he
opened it and a thing dumped into Bill’s hand.
“A present.”
“Oh!” Bill said surprised. “A lighter!”
“I stole it for you. Happy?” Tom growled.
“Delirious!” Bill said smiling.
“Fuck you,” Tom said irritated and turned to watch Bill trying to school his
face. “Don’t say a fucking word!” he warned.
“Got something for you too, Tommy!”
“See! I told you this shit was gonna happen!” Tom got up and walked away.
Nevertheless, he came back a few minutes later.
“Okay – what did you get me?”
Bill put a pink wrapper in his hand.
Tom stared at the condom a few seconds. “Is that supposed to be funny?”
“Well I thought it was. At least you can use it.” Keeping his face straight was
pretty hard, but he managed. The look on Tom’s face was priceless.
Tom was about to throw it away, when he changed his mind. “Thanks... I guess.”
He put it in his jeans pocket.
Bill just smiled at the grumpy boy, and patted him on the back. “There’s
probably a youth shelter here somewhere. Let’s spend the night there,” he
suggested.
“Did you suddenly get rich over night?” Tom asked curiously.
“I have a card. I’d like to spend the measly rests on us.”
“A card?” Tom asked looking funny in the face. “Since when did you get a card?
And why have we been...”
“I can’t just spend it like a debit card, Tom,” Bill quickly explained. “When
it’s empty it’s practically worthless. But I have enough for us to stay for a
night.” Bill had more money on that card than he thought he should tell Tom, so
playing it down would be the best course of action right now.
“Your dad can’t put more money on it?”
“It’s via my mum. And no, she can’t just put a lot of money on it. It’s for
emergencies, while I’m travelling to my dad.” Which was true, only there was
that much more on it than Bill thought Tom needed to hear. And his dad put
money on it – not his mum.
“Okay! Excellent. Get us a room, then,” Tom said and smiled brightly at Bill.
It was great news actually, because Tom was a little tired of dish washing for
now.
Getting a small room with a double bed at the shelter was easy and, besides the
fee for the room, they also had to pay for the sheets. Bill swiped his card and
was glad he was able to do this for Tom.
Food could be bought from a vending machine, and that was their feast for the
evening. Arranging themselves on one of the beds, they dug into sandwiches and
cool cans of soda. Bill’s treat.
Getting comfortable, Tom stripped except for a pair of nice fitting cotton
boxers accentuating his cock advantageously.
“Where did you get those?” Bill asked. “Nicked?”
Tom shrugged. “Can’t tell anymore. Nicked, bought. They’re mine, okay?”
“Yeah yeah... I don’t know why I feel offended that you steal really.”
“Then stop thinking about it,” Tom snorted, “You’re just nervous I’ll get
caught.”
“I suppose so,” Bill agreed and took a huge bite of his food. The sandwiches
were pretty good.
At some point, Tom sighed and dumped his leftovers in the bag. “Finished?” he
asked and stretched his body on the bed.
“In a sec. I’ll take the trash down. Don’t want tuna leftovers to permeate the
air. It’s thick enough as it is.”
“Yeah. Can we keep the window open?”
“I guess it might do,” Bill said.
“Great.”
Tom turned on his back. He grabbed for his jeans and took out the wrapper.
Looking at the jolly transparent pink colour, he smiled. “Crazy fucker,” he
mumbled affectionately.
Bill returned to the room quick enough and stripped naked. He watched what Tom
was doing and smiled. “Thinking big plans right now? It’s just your colour.”
Tom smiled at him. “Yeah, I was wondering how big my dick can grow if I
strangle it in this one,” he joked. Then he looked over his shoulder and found
Bill’s amused eyes. Bill came into bed and embraced Tom from behind. Tom closed
his eyes. “You’re hot, Bill,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” Bill replied, but didn’t intend to move an inch. “...happy
birthday in advance, Tommy.”
“Yeah what ever... you, too, Billy. You, too,” Tom practically moaned.
Bill kissed the edge of his ear shell and felt the ear move a little,
indicating a smile from his friend. Hugging him a bit closer, he felt Tom relax
completely in his embrace. It felt good holding his skinny body. He’d miss
holding him if the outcome of the journey meant that they parted ways. Pulling
the slumbering form closer, Bill slipped the duvet up, covering their
shoulders. Drifting off to sleep didn’t take Bill long, either.
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Morning found the two boys back on their travel already after breakfast.
Heading further into the land, they had reached a dusty road. Tom was getting a
little sullen. Maybe he wasn’t as keen on travelling mindlessly as he thought
he was. He was feeling restless, impatient and nervous. He’d been mulling over
several possibilities, but they all came down to the same thing. He wouldn’t be
able to find his father if he didn’t contact the authorities. And as such, he
didn’t owe anything just because he was included in some reports. Maybe it
would be all right. Maybe Bill would come with him for moral support.
Germany didn’t have a central national register, only local ones, but Tom might
as well try get some information at the first office he’d come across and work
his way from there.
Walking down a dusty road, their shoulders brushing, Bill placed his arm around
Tom’s back, rubbing lightly.
“Got a plan? We need to find a ride or a town, wouldn’t you say?”
“Bill, I’d rather avoid a car. But I’m getting tired of walking. Maybe we
should try finding out about my father?”
“Really?” Bill asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready. It’s time.”
After a few kilometres, the sun was baking unmercifully. Tom had taken off his
t-shirt, and wrapped it around his hips. Half an hour went by and a car stopped
to take them along. The boys looked at each other before Tom slipped into the
front seat, and Bill the back with all their stuff.
“Where are you heading, kids?” the man asked, looking Tom up and down eagerly.
His chest was glistening, he was a vision of sexual attraction whether he tried
or not.
“Any place is fine, really,” Tom sad, meeting the man’s eyes once. He was
interested all right, but Tom didn’t want to suck him off. He was disgusting.
Looking out the window, he tried to ignore the situation, but soon he felt a
hand in his crotch.
“What do you want?” he said without turning his head.
“Just a little friendly ‘something’ for my efforts,” the man grinned.
“You’re fast aren’t you? We’ve hardly warmed up the seats yet,” Tom said, but
he spread his thighs a bit, inviting the man to grope if that’s what he felt
like. His dick couldn’t be more disinterested.
“Let’s get out,” Bill said.
Tom smiled ironically and looked at the man. “No it’s fine, honey. Let the man
fondle my nuts if he wants to.”
The man stopped smiling and pulled away. He didn’t stop the car though. Tom
resumed staring out of the window.
“Stop the car,” Tom asked a few minutes later. He didn’t feel safe and memories
of the biker came to mind. The assumed dead biker.
“Stupid kids.” The man shook his head. “Messing good with people’s heads,
making them want to fuck you, don’t you?”
“What?!” Tom said. “You seriously think I got into your car because I was so
horny I imagined you were doing me a favour?”
The man swallowed and he didn’t meet Tom’s eyes.
Tom laughed ironically. “Oh, gods...” He put his hands on his knees and made a
fist a few times. “We just need a ride. But now we want to end the ride, okay?”
He turned to look at the man’s profile, noticing his teeth grinding in hard
thinking. The man was still interested in sex and now he thought hard on how
not to miss it.
“Okay...” Slowly he hit the breaks; his hands grabbed the steering wheel before
he auto locked the front doors.
“Open the fucking... doors,” Tom said, slowly pulling a knife from his pants
and unfolding it.
“Tom, no!” Bill gasped when he realised what was about to happen.
“What the fuck... you little prick! You think I’m afraid of a piece of shit
like you?” Reaching into the side pocket of his car door, the driver pulled a
small calibre gun out and pointed it at Tom. “Put that toy away boy before I
blow your fucking head off.”
Tom continued to glare at the paunchy man, refusing to give into the fear that
was gnawing at his stomach, refusing to give into the nightmare that tried to
swamp his mind. “No way in hell, I’m not letting you rape me, no way, no
way...”
“Fine.” Slamming the gear into reverse, he stomped on the gas pedal next, then
on the brakes, hoping to shake his passenger, the gun swung towards the
backseat, and stopped when it was aimed directly into Bill’s stunned face.
“I’ll shoot your sweet girlfriend then, and then I’ll fuck both of you. Now,
either drop it, or I drop her!”
The man’s eyes had never left Tom’s face, and an evil smirk of satisfaction
stretched the rubbery lips into a parody of a smile when the fear chased
through startled brown eyes.
“That’s right chicken-shit, put the little knife away and I won’t shoot her,
but for the trouble you’ve caused me, I may just fuck her, and make you watch.”
Bill began to shake, his body cold and nerveless. “Look, we don...”
Hard eyes turned to him and menaced him with one glare. “Shut the fuck up, or
you’ll get your turn on my dick soon enough!”
With the attention diverted from him, Tom lunged forward, but the driver was
turning back and saw the movement. Trying to bring the gun to bear on his front
seat passenger, he wasn’t ready for the burning pain as Tom sliced his forearm.
Nor was he expecting to have his wrist grabbed from behind when Bill joined the
fight, too. Tom prepared to stab at the driver but a loud retort caused him to
flinch and close his eyes.
Bill, seeing the gun turning towards Tom, gripped the puffy flesh in his hands,
and continued the momentum ending when the pistol was trained on the owner of
the hand. Reflexively, the man’s fingers squeezed on the trigger, causing the
gun to discharge and shoot him in the shoulder.
“Oh my fucking god!” Bill’s near hysterical shouting brought Tom out of his
reverie.
“BILLY, SHUT UP!!!!” Tom screamed at the top of his lungs. He also hit their
attacker on his shoulder, making him groaning louder in pain as he sunk down in
the seat.
“We can’t fucking kill every single man we cross on these roads!” Bill
screamed, incredulous that it had happened to them again.
“He wanted to shoot you, honey! Didn’t you FUCKING NOTICE??” was Tom’s
response. The last thing he cared about was whether the man survived the gun
shot or not. Agitated, he put his trembling hands in his hair pulling at his
dreads crying until snot ran from his nose not seeing Bill was practically
reacting the same way. Fumbling with shaking hands, Tom pushed the button to
unlock the doors and they tumbled out on the road. They stared back up at the
car as they shook and screamed and cried.
Then another car was heard.
“THE BAGS, BILL!!” Tom shrill voice rasped from a sore throat. “GET THE FUCKING
BAGS!” They managed to get back into the car to pull out their luggage and flee
towards the ditch beside the road.
The car passed by slowly, but it did pass.
“Fuck... we’re so fucked, Bill,” Tom wept, feeling Bill hold an arm hard across
his back. As soon as the car was far enough away, they got up and ran away into
the vegetation along the road. It took a few minutes to become invisible from
the road, and they clearly heard a car arrive and stop from the other
direction. The car had returned.
Shortly after, they ended up around a curve that concealed the view from the
rest of the long road. A new car came in the direction towards the crime scene.
It was a woman in her mid twenties and Tom had cleaned his face trying to look
presentable.
His swollen eyes only seemed bigger, more lustrous and hazel. Bill was still
too shaken to even talk. “You mind giving us a ride, lady?” Tom asked. “My
friend is...”
“Hop in! Magdeburg’s all right with you guys?” she chirped and smiled like a
little sun, when Tom sent her his most grateful smile that he didn’t even have
to pretend.
“That would be great,” Tom replied, and hurriedly ushered Bill into her car,
too.
As the car neared the vehicle with the shot man, a police car was already
approaching with silent blue blinks. “Wonder what happened here?” the woman
asked nosily.
Tom shrugged. “Probably the car broke down?” he suggested.
“With the police coming? I doubt it!” she said.
“Well, you can’t be too careful. The man might be dangerous.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She didn’t even think twice that the pretty boys in
her car might be people she should have avoided, too. The kilometres passed in
relative silence, occasionally broken by the chatter of their driver, each boy
lost in their own thoughts. She was a nice woman, there was no mistaking that,
but she did get annoying with her comments.
“You and your friend are headed where? What are your names? Where you from? Are
you a couple?” This last question was followed by a high-pitched giggle.
Bill had calmed down considerably, but didn’t care enough to answer anything.
Tom answered carefully instead, “That’s Robert there, and I’m Aleksander.
What’s your name?”
And so the conversation continued, each question turned back to the woman,
giving as little information as possible. Fifteen minutes went by that way, and
the questions lessened. Soon silence reigned once more. Thinking to fill the
oppressive stillness, the woman flipped on the radio. It was clearly a local
station that tapped illegally into the police’s radio communication. Their news
people worked frighteningly fast.
“Breaking news!” an eager voice exclaimed, startling the two boys. “An
unexplained shooting accident on the road. Today, a man, as of yet
unidentified, was found shot in his car by unknown perpetrators. The police
don’t have many details yet, but are looking for a young woman and a boy...”
“Listen, lady, do you think we could put on some music? It’s a bit unnerving
listening to this.”
“Oh sure. No worries there. Put on what you want.”
Twisting the dial, Tom looked at Bill, who sat in stunned silence. He wasn’t
looking well, actually, neither were doing well.
“How much longer until Magdeburg?”
“I figure about twenty minutes, Aleksander. Are you in a hurry to leave me?”
“No. Truthfully, Robert isn’t looking too well. I just want to get him to bed
so he can rest.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet! You are a good boyfriend, aren’t you? Taking care of him
that way. Wish I could find one half as nice as you.”
“Oh believe me, you don’t want one like me...” Tom told her, but she didn’t
really catch his drift.
“Now now, Aleksander. I meant straight of course, but other than you’re too
young for me, I think you are fine.”
Whatever... Tom thought, almost wishing he could shut her up with the knife,
but of course he didn’t really want that, but playing with the thought held a
kind of thrill.
Like the lady said, twenty minutes later, they were left on the pavement of
central Magdeburg town, and she continued.
Being so close to home, Bill licked his lips nervously while he simultaneously
let what had just happened sink in. Glancing at Tom, he rationalised his
feelings. Tom had wounded a man again to save them. How many people had Tom
attacked in self-defence? No matter how sickening the experience had been, Bill
still felt abhorred to be part of it. But he was able to rationalise the
situation better now.
“Tom?” he said quietly, “They are looking for a girl and a boy. So the guy was
alive to give the police a description we don’t fit. I think it means he
survived and we don’t have to lose sleep over him, too.”
Tom looked dazed somehow and Bill wasn’t sure if he should ask how Tom was
doing if he was struggling to cope. With Tom, Bill never had any idea.
“Now what?” Tom suddenly broken the trancelike silence. “How are our supplies?”
The heat was unnerving. Already was in the car and he wanted a room. He had
somehow hoped the woman in the car would take them to her place, but he
couldn’t take one second more of her brainless babbling.
“Do we really look like boyfriends?” Bill asked amused, now that he had
estimated what kind of mood Tom was in.
Frowning, Tom did a short nod with his head. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“She thought we were boyfriends. Others have said it, so, do we look it?”
“No. We don’t ‘Robert’. Don’t be stupid,” Tom snapped. He was getting a
headache and rationalised that he probably hadn’t had anything to drink for too
long. “Let’s get some water. I’m thirsty,” he said grumpily.
Getting into a rather large drugstore, it was easy for Tom to get a few things
despite there was an attentive assistant. Tom had spotted the woman’s sharp eye
on him when entering, but still she had nothing on him when they left the shop.
They did pay for the water though.
“What did you get?” Bill asked with a smile.
“Ah... nothing...” Tom said looking defensive.
“You took stuff you don’t want me to see?”
“You didn’t always know me, so get off my bloody back.”
Bill just rolled his eyes. They sat in silence and drank water.
“Look... let’s not fight. I wouldn’t want us not to talk. I don’t care what you
took. Okay?” Bill said.
“Yeah, okay,” Tom replied, sipping until the bottle was finished. Sighing, he
smiled satisfied. “Let’s get a room, shall we? Too fucking hot and I want to
hide from the police.”
“With what money?” Bill asked.
Tom cocked his head. “If I blow you will you pay with your card?”
Bill frowned. “Tom...”
“Will you pay with your card or not?”
“Sure. I’ll pay,” Bill said, for the moment dropping the urge to invite Tom to
his home again. Later...
As soon as they were settled sharing yet another small room in a hotel, they
lay on the bed chilling out, trying to get the events as far away from them as
possible.
“You ever get used to it?” Bill asked.
Tom turned on the bed to face him. “Maybe, I don’t know.”
“Have you seen a lot of this kind of violence?”
“Not really. It’s been particular rough on this travel.”
“Well that’s typical, isn’t it?” Bill looked at him. “You want to find your dad
soon?”
“I was going to, but I think we need to lay low.”
“Gees. We should go to my place!” Bill blurted out.
“I want to find my father, Bill!”
“Right.” Bill swallowed. Maybe they’d never find him. At any rate, Bill had to
go home soon, or his parents would freak out. Taking his mobile and charger, he
took the advantage of free electricity. Texting his dad, he said he would be
home very soon. Leaving the phone on the floor to get the batteries recharged,
he returned to the bed.
“Do you think that guy survived it?” Tom asked.
“I don’t care. He was a fucking prick.”
Tom grinned. “Yeah, he was. What about the other guy? The biker?”
“The same,” Bill said and meant it.
Then Tom became thoughtful. “Bill...” he looked at his companion with a blank
expression.
“What is it”? Bill smiled back.
“Maybe I should try and contact the authorities here. Start somewhere and ask
about my dad.”
“Good idea, Tom,” Bill said with kept breath.
“I need to stop running. I want my dad,” Tom said and bit his lip. Sending Bill
a dirty look, he then got up and left the room. He’d gotten something in his
eye. Yeah that must be why his cheeks were wet. Sliding down the wall in the
dim lit hallway, Tom sat staring at the opposite wall. There was a picture
hanging there. It was a generic offset print. You saw them on the walls of
every youth hostel and small hotels all over the country, and Tom had been
around. Feeling a little bored, his eyes sought out the rest of the interior
down the hall. A few pieces of fire emergency equipment were noticeable as well
as doors to the other rooms on the floor.
Tom sighed and missed Bill. Getting up, he slipped back into the room and into
bed. Curling his body, he lay on his side facing Bill who had his eyes closed.
“Want to go back to your dad?” he asked.
“Well, I miss him like you miss yours,” Bill murmured.
“I don't know where mine is.”
“Maybe my dad can help.”
Tom sat up abruptly. “Why haven’t you suggested that earlier?”
“I don’t know. I don't know if he can help, Tom. I only thought about it just
now.”
“What does he do?”
“Business. He sells property and insurance.”
Tom relaxed and huddled close to Bill again, pushing his face into his neck.
“Okay.”
Bill put his arm around Tom and they lay like that for a while. Tom kissed
Bill’s neck and kept his lips there, lightly pressed to a pulse point.
“I’m going to miss you.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Bill said, “Just because I’m going home, doesn’t
mean we’re through.”
“You don't really believe I can find my dad?”
“No,” Bill admitted. “I never really did.”
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“How far?” Tom asked. He was insanely nervous. He doubted he’d ever been this
affected by a situation he couldn’t handle, and it was the least dangerous
situation he’d ever been in. Maybe it was because he had something to lose. Tom
imagined Bill’s dad didn’t want to have anything to do with scum like Tom and
it shook his equilibrium and confidence. He didn’t want to lose Bill now that
he’d grown fond of him. He didn’t allow himself to get close to people and that
he’d gotten so close to Bill hurt now when he could almost smell that this was
the beginning of the end.
“Not that far,” Bill said. He was amazed by how much he’d walked these past few
weeks and, knowing he had less than a kilometre to walk before reaching his
home normally would have made him wine, was nothing in comparison to the
distances he’d put behind him. He’d sent his dad a text message, letting him
know he was bringing a friend along. Not that he was worried his father would
object to Bill’s arrangement, but he felt it was the polite thing to do. His
father might not even be home tonight anyway.
“I’m thirsty. Let’s buy some water,” Tom suggested.
“We’re almost there,” Bill responded.
“Now!” Tom said. “And you’re paying."
Bill just nodded curtly. He could sense the tension radiating from Tom, and the
last thing he wanted was Tom backing out like a scared animal.
When the first opportunity arose, the boys stepped inside a 7-ELEVEN and looked
for supplies. Bill found two bottles of water and a bag of crisps. Quickly, he
went to the register to pay for his purchases.
“Tom?” he asked and found his dread headed friend lingering by the door. “Did
you need something?”
“Maybe a slice of that pizza?” Tom pointed to the warm food section of the
desk.
Bill bought two pieces of pizza, too, and then they left the shop.
Outside, he darted a look at Tom.
“What?” the blond asked.
“Nothing,” Bill said and took a bite of his food. It was just what he needed.
“Nothing?” Tom took a bit, too. “No, I didn’t take anything... not much at
least.”
“But you took something?” Bill asked.
“So? It was there by the door.”
"What was by the door?”
Tom stuck a fist inside the front pocket of his hoodie and pulled out some
stickers.
Bill shook his head. Reaching out, he took the stickers from Tom and quickly
slipped into the shop and put the stickers on the closest shelf and left again.
Tom smirked at him and Bill punched him on the shoulder. Then they both
laughed.
“How far now?” Tom asked.
“Can you see where the road divides at the intersection?”
“Yeah,” Tom said feeling annoyed.
“Well, we need to walk maybe fifteen minutes more when we reach that one.”
Tom sighed noisily. “Fine.” Then he pulled out a can of coke.
Bill dropped his jaw. “You stole that one?”
Laughing, Tom pulled another one out for Bill. “Enjoy. That’s their slogan,
isn’t it?”
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Finally, they reached the intersection and, the area they were now venturing
into, was clearly the old parts of the city, the kind of neighbourhood Tom
never had any business in. To him, Magdeburg was industry and accumulated dirt
from the communist era of Germany. But so far, he hadn’t seen much of that.
Magdeburg was magical with old and new architecture mixed tastefully. And now,
he was acquainted with beauty and quiet... and money. This neighbourhood was
where the rich people resided.
Ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a pebbled entrance to Bill’s dad’s
huge house.
“Well, this is my home,” Bill said. Tom stepped up next to him and slipped his
hand into Bill’s.
Bill squeezed Tom’s hand. “My dad is home.” He pointed towards a large black
Escalade parked nearby along a few other cars, that Bill knew belonged to the
household staff.
“How many does he have? All of them?” Tom asked.
“No, just the black one over there and a sports car in the garage. They don’t
fit under your hoodie, Tom,” Bill deadpanned.
“I can always try,” Tom responded. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Ready?” Bill asked. Tom shook his head but pulled at Bill’s hand nevertheless,
and they continued towards the main entrance. Knocking on the door, they stood
waiting.
“Don’t you have a key?” Tom asked after a moment when nothing had happened.
“I have a fish,” Bill replied, and Tom’s forehead wrinkled in confusion.
At the same time, the door opened and Bill smiled brightly. “Salmon!”
“Bill!” the butler answered and engulfed Bill in a huge embrace.
Tom watched apprehensively, hating to feel left out of the loop. Moreover, the
closeness between Bill and the man disturbed him and tugged at his possessive
instincts. He didn’t want Bill to hug any other male but Tom. As soon as they
let go of each other, Tom grabbed Bill’s hand again and stepped close to him to
indicate they were together.
“Your father is waiting in the office if you want to greet him already,” Mr.
Sallmann replied with a glint in his dark eyes.
“Yeah. That’s cool, thanks,” Bill replied. “This is Tom. He’s my... best
friend. Tom this is Mr. Sallmann. He’s my father’s butler.”
“Nice to meet you Tom,” Mr. Sallmann said, but he didn’t reach out to take
Tom’s hand, having already figured out that Tom was more than just Bill’s best
friend. “Would you like me to bring your luggage to your room, Bill?”
“Thanks. That would be great. Just put Tom’s there, too. I’ll go find my dad,”
Bill replied.
Tom looked troubled and Bill whispered, “He won’t touch anything and he won’t
open anything. He’s treated with regular electric shocks so he’s probably not
even able to read.”
Mr. Sallmann chuckled and Tom swallowed nervously. He wasn’t used to people
joking like that. If someone on the street told him they were treated with
electric shocks, chances were they actually were, and he’d stay clear of them
to avoid trouble.
“Joke, right?” Tom asked weakly.
“It’s a joke, Tom. Bill go easy on the jokes there,” Mr. Sallmann said, an
eyebrow raised in warning, and took the backpacks from the boys when they slid
them off their shoulders. “Your makeup is running, Bill,” Mr. Sallmann cracked
a joke a moment later.
“That’s all right, but thanks,” Bill laughed, and pulled Tom with him as he
went searching for his father. “Later, Salmon!”
Tom’s eyes were huge as he took in the sheer wealth that came with the house.
So many rooms and so much stuff. His head was spinning just trying to figure
out how much money Bill’s dad was worth. And, at the same time, he was floored
that a boy coming from this kind of environment had been willing to travel on
the dirty roads with him and endure what had been thrown at them. Tom was
almost close to crying when they finally stood in front of a door that Bill
proclaimed was his father’s office.
“Y-you’re sure he wants to meet me?”
“If you’re not careful, he’ll adopt you,” Bill said but grinned at Tom who let
out a nervous breath of relief.
Knocking on the door, Bill stepped into the office dragging Tom along. “Hey
Dad!”
Jörg Kaulitz looked up from his computer, and the next second he got out of his
chair and went to greet his son, surprising him by the hard embrace he
received.
“Dad! You’re choking me,” Bill complained, but loved it just the same. It was
wonderful to see his dad again.
“Sorry. I was just so worried, Bill. There has been so much happening in this
area lately that knowing you were out there really didn’t make me feel safe. I
didn’t know where you were half the time.”
“What stuff?” Bill asked.
“Some incidents with people getting stabbed or shot; bad influential people and
I was really worried.”
Tom and Bill sent each other quick looks.
“Any casualties?” Bill asked nonchalantly, and Tom watched the man intently
very interested in the answer, as well.
“No, but that’s not the point. There were reports of very recent violence, and
you know... You’re just kids so...”
Bill and Tom breathed out relieved. So they really weren’t guilty of any
killing... even if the both of those fuckers had deserved it.
Bill’s father looked at the two boys and how they shuffled their feet. “But
you’re here now. And you’re safe. I just paid extra attention because you were
on your own, Bill. Ach, I’ll spare you more fathering worries,” he said and
smiled brightly.
Tom almost swooned. Bill’s dad had exactly the same beautiful smile that Bill
had. Or was it the other way around? He quickly swallowed a mouthful of saliva
when his eyes darted down and checked out Bill’s dad’s package. Then he forced
his eyes away before his staring became obvious.
“And who is this?” Jörg asked his son.
Bill smiled and put an arm around Tom’s shoulder making him face his dad for an
introduction. “This is Tom. He’s become an awesome friend to me. We’ve had some
cool days.”
“Any friend of Bill’s is very welcome. You’ll have to tell me all about your
adventures at dinner,” Jörg said.
“Suuure,” Bill said with an impish smile.
“I’m Tom Trümper,” Tom said and stuck his hand out towards Bill’s dad.
“Trümper? No shit?” Jörg asked baffled, and cocked his head, taking in the
beautiful kid in front of him more thoroughly. If he squinted his eyes a
little... - no he didn’t even have to do that. He was almost certain who this
boy was...
“How did you guys meet? I don't recall setting up a meeting between you,” Jörg
asked.
Bill’s eyebrows frowned. “Setting up? What do you mean, dad? I met Tom on the
street in Hamburg a few weeks ago.”
“I see,” Jörg said. “It’s really nice meeting you, Tom.” Then he paused and
threw out another feeler, “Where are you staying?”
“Um... um...” Tom stuttered helplessly, sending Bill a somewhat panicked look.
“Tom’s in between houses right now,” Bill said.
“In between houses? Soooo... that would make you homeless, wouldn’t it, Tom?”
Jörg asked. “You’re awfully young not to have a home.”
Tom’s eyes flickered nervously between Bill and Bill’s dad. “I... uhhh...”
“Can he please stay here, dad? He’s really no trouble, and he needs to sort out
his situation,” Bill pleaded on Tom’s behalf.
“Sure. Tom is welcome to stay here for a while,” Jörg offered. “In fact, as
long as he needs to,” he added, cryptically.
“Wow. Well, thanks, man!” Tom said, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden
hospitality thrown at him. Smiling at Bill, he felt elated that he was going to
spend a lot of time with his friend.
Bill smiled back and grabbed Tom’s hand. “Wanna see my room?”
“Sure. Tell me again why you don’t live here always,” Tom joked as they trotted
upstairs.
“Well, I lived with my mother. My father is so busy working it made no sense to
live with him when they divorced. Or so they’ve always claimed,” Bill snorted
ironically.
“But this is...” Tom said and scratched his head.
“We lived here when my parents were still married. I like this place very much.
I look forward to living here.”
“But haven’t you left friends behind in Hamburg?”
“Nah,” Bill said and smiled.
“Don’t you have friends here?”
“No not really,” Bill said, “I never connect that deeply with friends. They
always think I’m weird.”
“You’re not weird, Bill. You’re...” Tom paused not really knowing what he meant
because Bill was just a great person. “You’re great,” he finally said and
smiled.
Bill bent his neck fractionally and kissed Tom on the lips. Tom swooped in and
pressed harder. Kissing each other in the hallway in front of Bill’s room was
pretty great, too.
Parting lips, they grinned and stepped into Bill’s room.
“Oh, fuck me. Top nice!” Tom moaned.
Bill’s room was beyond Tom’s dreams. TV, any video game console possible, a
state of the art computer, a stereo with impressive surround sound, and CD’s
everywhere. Bill had a large collection of DVD’s, too.
“Can we switch rooms?” Tom asked and laughed incredulously when he noticed
there was a bloody mini fridge in the corner!
“We can both sleep here, Tom,” Bill said. “I’m used to sleeping with you,
aren’t I?”
“But...”
“We can hang out here all the time.”
“Great,” Tom agreed without much fight, turned, and looked at Bill who was just
smiling back.
“It’ll be great to share all of this with somebody,” Bill elaborated.
“I know. And it will,” Tom said.
Bill sat down in front of his stereo and fiddled with a few buttons before
music started playing. It wasn’t Tom’s kind of music, but it was MUSIC!
Quickly, he crouched next to him, and his eyes began scanning the titles of the
jewel boxes either stacked on the floor or in CD holders next to the stereo.
“Bill?” A knock a moment later accompanied the request.
Looking up, the boys saw Bill’s dad standing in the open doorway.
“Yes?” Bill replied.
“I need to head down to the office for a while,” Jörg said.
“Aww, but I just got home!” Bill complained.
“I know and I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t extremely important.” Jörg’s eyes
fleetingly met Tom’s. “I’ll be home for dinner.”
“Oh, dad?” Bill remembered. “We might need a favour from you. I’m not sure if
you can help, but...” He looked at Tom.
“Bill thought maybe you could help locating my father,” Tom blurted out and
then he looked down. Asking the man about his connections was suddenly
embarrassing and Tom felt unworthy to even request this of Bill’s dad. “Never
mind.”
“But he might be able to,” Bill encouraged him.
“Never mind. It was a stupid idea to begin with,” Tom said, then grabbed a
handful of CD’s, and held them loosely in his hands without really looking at
them.
“What’s his name, Tom?” Jörg asked.
“It doesn’t matter. But thanks anyway,” Tom said looking up for a short moment
before he focused on the CDs again.
“His name?” Jörg insisted a bit firmer.
Looking up slowly, Tom squirmed under the man’s dark eyes. “Fine. Gordon,” Tom
supplied with a shrug and held Mr. Kaulitz’ gaze challengingly. But something
in the man’s expression made him frown. “What?”
“Nothing Tom. Everything’s fine,” Jörg said, and lifted his hand to soundlessly
wave at Bill before he left.
Tom dropped the jewel cases in his hand and Bill got up.
“Wanna come with me downstairs to Christa in the kitchen and get some popcorn?
We can watch a movie?”
Tom shrugged and leaned back until he lay flat on his back on the carpet with
his eyes closed.
Bill smiled. Tom’s dreads were spread out around his face like a halo. He was
beautiful.
“Actually, I’d like to shower,” Tom finally said, smelling sharp sweat on his
body. He’d been so nervous coming here, and they’d walked half way through
bloody Magdeburg to get to Bill’s address.
“Okay...” Bill looked at him. “But afterwards? You get to choose.”
“Sure,” Tom nodded.
Bill stepped into the hallway and Tom followed. “It’s down there by the blue
door. You’ll find everything you need in there. Towels, shower gel, and
everything.”
Together they went down the hallway and Tom snickered when they reached the
door. There was a porcelain sign with a little girl sitting profiled on a
toilet all cute and adorable hanging on the door.
“Were your parents expecting a girl?” Tom grinned at Bill who smirked back.
“No, this is the ladies’ bathroom. Have fun, Tommy,” he laughed and skipped
down the stairs.
Tom stuck out his tongue at Bill and walked into the bathroom.
“Geees,” Tom said and whistled lowly. The interior was tasteful and very
welcoming, and Tom didn’t give a shit that this was the ladies’ bathroom.
Everything was beautiful, smelled clean and airy, and he liked the white and
galvanised counters. Nosily, he checked out the cabinets and there were fluffy
towels, wash cloths, and a bathrobe with little bows down the front. Tom was
definitely going to wear that one afterwards. Pulling out a few towels along
with the robe, he saw the name ‘Simone’ embroidered on the top. Well, he would
have been surprised if it’d been ‘Jörg’. Maybe it belonged to one of Mr.
Kaulitz’ girlfriends.
“Today, I shall be Simone,” Tom said and smirked. Quickly, he undressed and
turned on the shower. Imagining he was in fact ‘Simone’, he wouldn’t mind
having hot shower sex with Bill’s dad. Stopping that thought immediately, Tom
knew he shouldn’t even go there no matter if it was a sexual fantasy. He was
with Bill now, and didn’t want to think dirty thoughts when he was in the same
room as Mr. Kaulitz. Resolutely, Tom saved his arousal for another day, ignored
his hard on, and washed down energetically.
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Bill was carrying a bowl of steaming fresh popcorn in his hands. Behind him,
Mr. Sallmann was carrying other snacks, crisps, and a tray of dip and fruit.
Bill was smiling with glee. He couldn’t wait to sit on his couch and chill out
with Tom. When he entered his room, Tom sat sprawled on said couch already
wearing...
Bill’s mouth dropped. “Are you wearing my mum’s bathrobe?”
“Is she a ‘Simone’?” Tom asked coolly and pulled at the towel around his
dripping dread locks.
“She most definitely is,” Mr. Sallmann said. With a grin, he arranged the yummy
stuff on the table in front of the couch.
“Then yes,” Tom confirmed and spread his legs a bit as he slouched even further
in his seat.
“Anything else, Bill? Tom?” the man asked the boys.
Tom looked up stunned to be included but didn’t get to react before Bill
answered for them.
“No. I think we’ll cover the rest from here,” Bill said, and Mr. Sallmann left
them alone. Bill went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of cans of coke.
“Is his first name James?” Tom asked and caught the coke Bill threw at him.
“No, Reinhard. Why? Because he’s our butler?” Bill chuckled.
“Our butler. I like that,” Tom said.
“Have you picked a movie for us?” Bill asked and looked at the TV.
“Yeah,” Tom said and pushed the ‘play’ button on the remote.
“Oh! Fabulous,” Bill said as soon as he recognised the movie and placed the
popcorn bowl between them. “Lara Croft is awesome.”
“She’s hot,” Tom said and didn’t mean Lara Croft, but Angelina Jolie’s boobs.
“Gerard Butler is kinda hot, too.”
“You’re hotter,” Tom said, but sure, he’d do this butler any day.
Bill stopped stuffing his face with kernels. “Thanks, Tom. You’re hot, too.”
Then he attacked the cup with gummy worms.
Tom grinned and pulled the towel around his hair completely off. Leaning his
head back to rest, he watched Bill instead of Angelina. Bill was really into
that movie and Tom thought it was sweet. Pushing up his legs, he turned
sideways to really look at Bill. Bill’s jaws were working as he chewed snacks
with gusto.
“You’re watching me,” Bill grinned.
“I know,” Tom replied softly. He felt so sweet for Bill. He was one of the most
decent people Tom had ever met, and he felt so blessed he’d met him. That
‘something’ had spoken to him already when he agreed to share his umbrella that
day in Hamburg, and his instincts had paid off.
“Let me have a gummy worm,” Tom asked Bill who reached out to the table to get
him one. However, Tom put his hand against Bill’s jaw and turned his face
towards him. His hand sought behind Bill’s neck and he pulled his head closer.
Bill smiled expectantly. He already had a half chewed worm in his mouth and the
gum was passed on to Tom when their parted lips met. Tom quickly swallowed the
candy and grabbed Bill’s hair harder. Small, firm, nipping kisses were
exchanged and then their tongues fought playfully. Tom did his best to play
with Bill’s tongue. The sensation almost made his toes curl. A moan escaped
him; he was so horny.
Their lips lost contact with a loud wet kiss when Bill latched on to Tom’s
neck. His breath deepened when Tom pulled at his hair passionately. Sliding a
hand up Tom’s soft thigh, Bill realised that the boy was naked underneath the
robe.
“You’re all naked, Tom!” he told him.
“So are you underneath your clothes, Bill. Someone should have prepared you for
the shocker when you were a toddler,” Tom joked.
Bill grinned and stood up. Quickly, he slid his t-shirt over his head and undid
his pants. “Let’s move to the bed!”
Tom quickly went to sit on Bill’s bed. Within short moments, he was joined by
an equally naked Bill.
On his knees, Bill looked down on Tom. The handsome boy was on his back looking
up expectantly at Bill. Bill pulled the rope that held Tom’s robe gathered and
then he spread the garment to either side. Tom’s cock laid rock hard against
his belly, his tiny rosy nipples hardened as Bill watched it happen.
“You want to fuck me?” Tom asked huskily, checking out the attractive hard on
swaying before his eyes.
“Yes,” Bill replied and sucked in breath when Tom put his hand on his cock and
stroked him slowly.
“Give it to me,” Tom asked and Bill crawled up and positioned his cock in front
of Tom’s mouth. Tom sucked him in with closed eyes and an expression of
contentment was immediately evident on his face. Bill put his hands behind Tom
and slowly moved his hips forward. None of the boys said much as Tom sucked on
Bill’s cock.
“It’s too good, Tom. You’re so g-good at this,” Bill finally stuttered from the
enjoyment of having Tom’s hot wet mouth surrounding his dick.
Tom slipped Bill out of his mouth. “Want me to stop, honey?” he asked. With a
hand, he held the hard organ close to his cheek and looked up at Bill.
“I want to come inside you, so no more of this,” Bill said, “But it’s soooo
good,” he repeated and arched down to be at head level with Tom. They kissed
some more and Tom put his hands on Bill’s swaying rear.
“How do you want me?” Tom asked.
“Hands and knees,” Bill said. “I want that.”
“Okay,” Tom said and slipped out of the robe before he got on his hand and
knees for Bill. Bill went and turned off the TV, then he rummaged through a
drawer and found some lotion. Hurrying back, he instantly ran his hands all
over Tom’s diminutive arse, his antelope legs, stomach, and chest. Everything
was accessible. Tom was a gorgeous boy and Bill was in love.
Tugging a few times on Tom’s hard cock, Bill then squeezed out some lotion to
help preparing Tom. Tom’s passage was so tight and small and Bill spent some
time making his boyfriend more flexible.
Tom was shivering in front of him. His long narrow spine was moist with beads
of sweat and his breath was shallow and sexy. Bill kissed the tiny dimples
above the boy’s arse and pushed on Tom’s shoulders to bend him down.
“Thought you wanted me on my hands and knees?” Tom smirked, looking up from
where his cheek rested against the bathrobe.
“You look incredible from here,” Bill replied and put his hands on Tom’s rear.
Spreading the small mounds, he had a view of the little hole he’d been working
on getting ready. Tom turned his head to rest on his forehead and Bill took
that as a ‘ready to go’ sign. More lotion was required and Bill estimated he
was slick enough.
“Bill?” Tom asked, impatiently. “Today, if you don’t mind?”
“Going in now, you little slut,” Bill replied with a grin and positioned
himself. Tugging his flesh a few times, he groaned with expectation and Tom
lifted his arse fractionally towards him with a sexy growl.
“N-now, Billy. Please,” Tom enticed him, and his plea was followed by a small
hiss. Bill pushed some more and Tom groaned, “Uuuuh, sweeet.”
Getting back on his hands, the angle changed and Bill was rubbing against Tom’s
prostate with each shove. Tom rocked back and forth to meet Bill’s thrusts, and
the two boys fucked hard and lustfully. Grunts and eager explicatives assisted
their lovemaking and suddenly Tom pushed forward resolving in Bill sliding out
of him.
Bill gasped in surprise.
“Don’t want to mess up Simone’s robe with my jizz,” Tom quickly explained and
dropped on his back. Lifting his legs, he invited Bill inside his body again,
and Bill moved close and engulfed Tom in his arms. With one hand, he guided his
cock back into Tom’s arse and held him close. Eagerly they continued.
Tom had his eyes closed as he clung to Bill’s neck. His legs were hooked
tightly around Bill’s body and he moved his pelvis energetically in time with
Bill. Bill’s dick inside him felt so good. It was by far the best fuck he’d
ever had. Tom was in love and, as soon as he understood that, his groin, his
arse, his stomach, and all the way up his back became so heated, so fuzzy, so
tingly and his orgasm took him with surprised force like it had the other times
with Bill. Crying out, Tom gritted his teeth as his body shook in pleasure.
“BILLY! Oh, god, Billy,” he moaned hoarsely.
Tom clenched tightly around Bill’s dick and the brunet thrust a few more times,
practically cocooning Tom when he, too, hit his climax.
“Huh... uh yes,” Bill moaned and his hips kept fucking for a while, enhancing
his incredible high. Exhausted he pulled out and fell down next to Tom.
Together they lay side by side basking in total bliss, enjoying the endorphins
sizzling in their veins. Tom turned sideways and snuggled closer. Curling an
arm he pressed his body against Bill’s side and flung a leg across Bill’s
sweaty hip.
Turning his head, Bill nuzzled into Tom’s hair and kissed the soft texture.
“I love you,” Tom murmured quietly.
“I know,” Bill responded. They looked at each other and Bill smiled. “I love
you, too,” he said and Tom’s eyes filled with tears.
For once, the younger boy accepted the tears for what they were.
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“Boys?”
Bill sat up, feeling like he was in shock for a few alarming seconds. Trying to
clear his mind, he slowly turned his head towards the door. Someone had been
knocking. Quickly, he put on his mother’s robe and went to answer the door.
“What is it, Mr. Salmon?” Bill asked when his bleary mind recognised the
butler. Trying to gather his robe better, he squinted his eyes at the man. He
and Tom had been deep asleep after their mind-blowing sex.
“Mr. Kaulitz would like if you got dressed and ready to be picked up by
Benjamin in half an hour.”
“What time is it?” Bill asked and coughed.
“Time enough for a shower,” Mr. Sallmann said.
Bill took a quick sniff and realised he reeked of sex. “Oh...”
“The time is 5pm. If you shower together, you can save time,” Mr. Sallmann
grinned and left.
“What does dad want?” Bill asked as he stuck out his head in the hallway.
“Take you to dinner,” Mr. Sallmann informed him, walking backwards for a few
steps before he headed towards the staircase.
“What’s with all the shouting?” Tom asked yawning heartily.
“Dad wants to take us to dinner,” Bill said. “We have to shower.”
“Are we in a hurry?” Tom asked and moved towards the edge of the bed. His
dreads were bent in several directions because he’d slept on them moist.
“We have half an hour.”
“You don’t have enough time to put on makeup then,” Tom pointed out.
Bill shook his head and cocked an eyebrow. “I always have time to put on
makeup. I can do it in the car.”
“You look okay without it.”
Bill patiently waited for the punch line. However, Tom didn’t have a punch
line, and just added, “You look sexy with make up on.”
Bill smiled brilliantly and kissed his lips. “Why don’t you take the ladies’
bathroom, Tom, and I’ll take the other.”
“I want the robe,” Tom said and made grabby hands towards Bill.
“You can have the bloody robe, Tom,” Bill offered and handed over the garment.
Picking up the towel Tom had used around his hair, Bill quickly left the room
to head for the bath room. Tom went for the other and in that fashion they both
managed to get ready when Bill’s dad’s chauffeur arrived to pick them up.
Bill had spare clothes in his closet. Although the clothes were too tight
fitting for Tom’s comfort, at the same time, he did feel unusually well dressed
for the occasion. As Bill had told him, he spent the ride putting on makeup,
and Tom thought he looked absolutely cool. Additionally, Bill had piled on
jewellery. Tom had had no idea that Bill owned or even liked wearing all that
glittery girly stuff. He could have gifted him some of that instead of a
lighter. Well, it wasn’t too late for that.
“Now I know what to get you for your birthday,” Tom said dryly. “You’re not
wearing a ring on that finger,” he pointed to Bill’s right pinkie – the only
finger not bejewelled.
Bill smirked at him. “But what if I want a cock ring?” he asked.
“A what?” Tom asked feigning deadpan.
“A cock ring,” Bill dared him.
Tom held his gaze but he couldn’t keep it for very long and the both of them
laughed. Tom grabbed Bill’s hand and interlaced their fingers gently not to
accidentally hurt Bill by squeezing around his rings.
“Is it far, Benjamin?” Bill asked.
“Nah. Kersten’s Braustüb’l Bistro in Helmstedter Chaussee,” the chauffeur
replied.
The boys looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Then they shrugged.
“How far is it?” Bill asked again. He was getting hungry, and he missed his
dad.
Tom was getting nervous. A restaurant visit. He’d never been to a restaurant.
Sure he had eaten at burger joints many times, but not a real restaurant with
waiters and fancy menus. “Will I like the food?” he asked Bill, worriedly.
“Probably. Oh, you can order burgers and chips if that’s what you want.”
“Thanks,” Tom said and breathed out in relief. “Will you?”
“Totally,” Bill grinned. “Dad always gets disappointed.”
“Here we are lads,” Benjamin announced and parked. The boys spilled out of the
vehicle and stood in front of the cosy restaurant.
“Looks nice,” Bill said and began to walk towards the entrance with Tom
following.
It did look nice, and Tom was hungry enough to mind less about manners and how
to use the correct fork. Seeing the place with his own eyes, he’d realised that
it wasn’t that kind of establishment and he was grateful of Bill’s dad for
choosing a casual place.
Stepping into the bistro, Bill announced they were with the Kaulitz party and
they were led to their table right away. It was one of those round ones with a
lit candle and a pretty flower arrangement.
Bill hugged his dad and sat down next to him. Tom took the seat next to Bill
and noticed there was a forth plate, too. Checking out the place, he found that
he rather liked the interior. It was classy and very comfortable. Looking
towards a couple of huge windows, Tom saw a patio with breezy flowers and
bushes. There were also tables out there and it looked incredibly inviting. But
inside the restaurant there was air-condition, so today, Tom was happy to be
indoor.
“How was your ride?” Jörg asked, looking at both boys.
“Was good. Drab but okay. Twenty minutes of dullness,” Bill said and let a few
fingers fluff his bangs.
“Tom?” Jörg asked and couldn’t help getting a soft expression in his face.
“Sir?” Tom asked, not realising the conversation had included him.
“Please call me Jörg,” Jörg assured the boy. “How’s it been so far?”
“You have a great house. I can’t wait to live there for... for a while.” Tom’s
self-consciousness over clouded him. He wasn’t used to feeling so subdued. He
was always a chin held high and no bullshit kind of guy, but these people were
so different to what he was used to having thrown in his face, and he
desperately didn’t know how to behave.
“Hey...” a fourth voice said, interrupting the threesome party. “Sorry I’m
late, Jörg.”
“No worries. We haven’t started ordering yet,” Jörg sad and nodded to the man
who was now seated in the last chair. Looking up, he smiled at the boys and
stuck out his hand.
“Gordon,” he introduced himself to Bill who slowly reached over a hand and
shook the man’s.
“Bill.”
“Ah! Jörg’s son. And you are?” he asked, looking at Tom who stared back and
forth between Jörg and the man who had introduced himself as ‘Gordon’.
“I’m Tom,” Tom said quietly. “Tom Trümper.”
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The big smile on Gordon’s face slowly vanished and he looked at Jörg who was
looking very carefully back at him.
“What’s going on here?” Gordon asked.
“You’re Tom’s father?” Bill asked breathlessly. “Dad?” Bill asked Jörg,
expressing the confusion shared around the table.
Addressing Tom, Jörg said, “Tom, your father told me a few days ago that he was
notified by the authorities that his son went missing after his ex-wife died in
a car accident a few weeks ago. Are you that boy?”
Tom swallowed thickly and nodded. “I was thrown out from my home by my stepdad
when mum died. So I just walked around with Bill when I met him. I was looking
for you...” His voice hitched but he kept his calm as he stared nervously at
Gordon.
“He didn’t know if you were even alive. But he was going to look for you,” Bill
told Gordon who looked shell shocked.
“You know Bill’s dad?” Tom asked, looking intensely at the man next to him. He
was shorter than Tom, had dark curly hair, and kind brown eyes. He was nothing
like Tom had expected and yet he was everything Tom had hoped to find. He
couldn’t remember the man, but the man got out of his stunned condition,
produced his wallet, and pulled out a picture from there. Tom took it with
shaky hands. He recognised the picture. It had once belonged in an old box of
memories at home, but had disappeared over the years. There had been a fold
across it. This one hadn’t one. It was a picture of infant Tom, his mum, and
this man.
“We’re in business together. He’s a close friend,” Gordon explained his
relationship with Bill’s dad.
“I guess that’s why you told him. Anyway, I know this picture,” Tom confirmed
and gave it back to the man.
“Tom,” Gordon said in a shaky voice.
Tom got up abruptly and walked towards the patio and stepped outside. Gordon
got up, too, and went with him.
Bill looked down and then caught his father’s gaze upon him. “Thank you. How
could you be sure?”
“Tom looks like his mother. I knew her when we were younger.”
Bill looked down. “So you recognised her when you saw Tom?”
“Well yes, and Trümper was a giveaway, too.”
“So, Tom will have to go away with him?”
“We’ll have to ask him.”
“I’ll miss him,” Bill said.
“Boyfriend?” Jörg asked with a knowing smile.
“Yeah,” Bill replied and rubbed a palm across one eye, not caring he was
smearing his makeup.
Jörg handed Bill a napkin to dab at his eyes.
Turning, Bill checked out what was going on on the patio. Tom and his dad were
talking quietly. Mostly, Gordon was talking with Tom nodding with occasionally
tight hugs from the both of them.
A few minutes later, the both of them came back. Tom sat down in his seat, but
he bent over and kissed Bill softly before grabbing a menu.
Gordon sat down in his seat and cast a quick look at Jörg.
“So?” Bill asked them.
Tom put an elbow on the table, rested his head in his hand, and lazily turned
the plastic pages in the binder until he got to the children’s menus. “I’m
going home with my dad.”
“But...?” Bill asked.
“We live in the same neighbourhood, Bill,” Tom said with a wry smile. “It’ll
take me five minutes to walk to your house.”
Beautiful smiles spread on both boys’ faces.
“I might not be around for a few days. I have a room to decorate. It’ll get
more awesome than yours. Trust me.”
Bill snorted out loud. “I doubt it.”
“I’ll be going to your school, too. Dad insists that I go back to school, so...
Before you know it, you’ll get tired of my arse,” Tom added with a smouldering
wink.
Bill’s eyes became heavy with longing. “I don’t think I would ever get tired of
your ar...”
Jörg and Gordon coughed. “Oookay, lads. That’s quite enough. There is such a
thing as too much information even for parents,” Jörg quickly interrupted, “but
it’s truly a good thing you’re happy together. Just save it for later.”
Tom snickered and sent Bill kissy lips.
Gordon scratched his hair. He hadn’t been prepared to gain his son back this
afternoon, and a gay one at that, but he would have to catch up pretty quick.
It was obvious his son was totally smitten with Jörg’s. All in all, it was the
best shock of his life.
“Shall we order?” Jörg asked.
“I want a burger,” Tom declared.
“A... burger?” Jörg asked.
“Try the fish filet,” Gordon suggested.
“Can it be made into a burger?” Tom asked.
“Sure it can. Right?” Bill incouraged their fathers.
“Of course,” Jörg and Gordon replied.
Tom smirked and winked at Bill. Bill smiled back. Tom was already twirling his
own father around his little finger.
Leaning closer he asked, “How did it go? For real.”
“Nothing to say. I found him. We’re pretty cool about it.”
“Sure but...” Bill nodded wordlessly.
“What? Did you expect drama and tears over long lost time?” Tom asked.
“Well...” Bill shrugged. “Well, yeah.”
Tom leaned closer. “I promised to blow him when we get home. He adores me
already.”
Bill jerked back and stared at Tom with wide eyes in incredulity.
“A joke!” Tom said horrified. “God, it was a joke!”
“You’d bloody better mean that,” Bill said with narrowed eyes.
Tom looked in a state of shock. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“You okay?” Gordon worriedly asked Tom and Bill.
Bill leaned in and hugged Tom a few seconds. “Don’t do that again.”
“I promise,” Tom said and meant it. No more guys. Only Bill.
“We’re fine,” Bill told Gordon.
Tom leaned close again and mumured, “No, for real. I’m just happy my dad
exists! I don’t know if I’ll cry snot when we get home. I’ll let you know if I
did. Also, I’m grateful towards your dad. He’s pretty smart.”
Bill smiled and looked at his dad. His dad smart? He supposed so. He’d found
Tom’s dad for them. It had only taken him a few hours.
Everybody was finished ordering and soon the boys were sipping on two large
glasses of their beloved beverage Coca Cola.
“So you’re going home with your dad after this?” Bill asked, collecting
potatoes, fish, and gravy into a forkful before guiding it to his mouth without
anything falling off in the process.
Tom nodded and took a huge bite of his burger. “Yeah. I’d better. We’ll stop by
your place and get my stuff.”
“Okay,” Bill said, but didn’t feel okay about it.
Tom sighed and chewed. “I would have loved living with you, Billy, but this is
probably better.”
“You can stay with Bill for a few days soon, because I need to go to Hamburg
and sort out a few things with your mother’s husband.”
“Riiiight. Stephan. The arsehole,” Tom said rolling his eyes in memory.
“Why?” Gordon asked immediately.
“He used to beat me up,” Tom said with a small shrug. “Mum’s husbands all beat
me up.”
“Is that so?” Gordon asked. Jörg looked abhorred, as well.
Slowly, Tom looked up and noticed the stealy expression in the men’s faces.
“What?” he asked, guardedly.
“Nothing, Tom,” Gordon replied and forced a smile on his face. He had
accumulated quite a few choice words he would like to discuss with Tom’s
stepfather Stephan, and he was saddened he never had had the opportunity to
claim his son. His late wife had found someone else already a year after Tom
was born and Gordon didn’t really have any other choice but move out at the
time. They never got around arranging visits between him and baby Tom because,
even though he left the house for her, she moved shortly after anyway. He’d
still thought everything would work out, but he’d been blue-eyed and before he
knew it her phone number was out of order and he didn’t have a clue where she
lived. That made it very difficult to keep track of their whereabouts. She
would call from a phone booth to tell him she’d remarried again, that she’d
changed her last name, and that she didn’t need more child support from him. It
was like they disappeared from the surface of the earth, and Gordon lost his
son just that quickly. He’d been so weak and too easy to manipulate back then.
But he’d still been in love and hoped to the last they would get back together
again. Fourteen years later, fate had finally been on his side, when Bill out
of the blue had introduced Tom to his father. The two boys had been together
for weeks, and apparently Tom had been looking for Gordon the whole time.
“So tell me about your travels, boys?” Jörg asked.
Tom and Bill shared a look, before they silently agreed that Tom had better do
the talking. And the next half hour, he delivered the censored version of their
experiences on the road and the different people they had met. Bill added an
anecdote here and there, but he let Tom decide how much he wanted to reveal.
When their meal was over, the four males got on their feet after the bill had
been paid fifty/fifty by the parents.
“I love that patio,” Tom sighed and pointed towards the table ensemble outside.
“We have a swimming pool,” Gordon said with a smile, “If you’d like, Tom, we
can turn parts of the terrace into an open winter garden.”
Tom looked at him with an intrigued smile. “I’d like that, dad. Sounds cool. I
don’t mind getting dirty nails.”
Bill smiled at them. He was really happy for Tom that he’d found his dad and
that the chemistry between them was so great. He was going to miss Tom, but
knowing he would be living a few minutes from him was soothing.
Jörg put an arm around Bill’s shoulder and led his son to his car. Gordon did
the same, leading Tom to his car.
The drive towards home happened quickly enough now that rush hour was over. Tom
got out of Gordon’s car and followed Bill into his home. Slowly, they went
upstairs to fetch Tom’s stuff. Sending a longing look towards the bed, Tom
cocked his head and looked at Bill.
“I’ll be back in a few days.”
“There’ll be school days.”
“There’ll be every day, Bill,” Tom corrected his boyfriend. “I’ll see you every
day. In fact, dad was able to point out our house from your drive way.”
“Yeah?” Bill asked with a smile.
“Yeah. I live just down the end of the road, Bill,” Tom said.
Bill followed Tom downstairs again. Outside they went down to the pavement and
Bill saw that Tom’s dad had already driven home.
“You’re going to walk?”
Tom nodded. “Yeah. I told him I’d like to walk home.”
Something about his tone made Bill uneasy, but he didn’t say anything.
“Bye,” Tom said and stepped forward and gave Bill a sweet kiss on the lips.
“Bye. And goodnight,” Bill added and stuck his hands in his pockets. Tom turned
and began to walk down the pavement. Bill kept standing there and watched him,
making sure he did in fact do as he said he would. Eventually, Tom had reached
his dad’s address. Watching keenly, Bill saw him walk up the driveway where
after he entered his new home. Then Bill sighed in relief.
Bill smiled and bit his lip. Languidly, he went back inside the house and went
up to his room. Suddenly, his phone started ringing and frantically, he went
searching for the gadget in his backpack. In the nick of time, he found it and
pushed the call button.
“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly and pushed some hair out of his eyes.
“Hey, honey. Did you miss me?” he heard Tom’s voice in the receiving end.
“Yes. I did,” Bill responded.
“Goodnight and thanks for everything.”
“You’re welcome,” Bill said.
“I miss you, too, you know.”
“Sap,” Bill teased him.
“You have to teach me how to text.”
Bill snorted. “I have no idea how to text.”
“I’ll teach you then, however, it’s going to be difficult on this old thing.
It’s antique.”
“It’s not a cell phone?”
“Man, I don’t even think cell phones were in the dictionary when this old thing
was invented!”
“Two minutes, Tom,” Bill heard someone say in the background.
“Ooooh, Phone curfew! Did you hear that, Bill?”
“Yeah. Nice,” Bill smiled. “Who was that?”
“Natalie. Dad’s girlfriend.”
“She nice?”
“She’s really nice. I even have a baby brother! He’s only two years old.”
“Wow,” Bill said with a choke. “That’s… well that’s incredible!”
“It is.”
Bill could tell from the tone of his voice that his boyfriend was moved.
“Well,” Bill said.
“Yeah. Gotta go. I’ll come by tomorrow...”
“Or I could come by your place. You could show me around?” Bill suggested.
“Sure. Come by early. I miss you.”
“Yeah, me, too.” Bill went to his bed and lay down on his back. Closing his
eyes, Tom’s sweet voice took him to a good place.
“I miss you, Bill,” Tom said again.
“It’s morning soon,” Bill said and felt keenly it wasn’t soon enough. It was
going to be strange not sleeping next to Tom tonight.
“Time’s up, Tom!”
“Okay, Natalie,” Bill heard Tom say. “Gotta go.”
“Of course. Goodnight, Tom.”
“Goodnight, honey,” Tom whispered and added a kissing sound before he
disconnected.
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Tom hung up and touched the ivory coloured handle now resting on its cradle.
Turning, he looked up. This house wasn’t as impressive as Bill’s, but still the
staircase to the first floor was charming and old. Smiling with elation, Tom
chuckled and rushed forward taking two steps at the time.
He’d been through so much shit lately. Had someone told him that within a
fortnight he’d be living with his dad, getting a sibling and a stepmom who gave
a fuck about him, agreed to going back to school, and getting himself the
sweetest boyfriend imaginable, he’d have laughed in their face. But the fact
was that he was living in his dad’s house. A father and stepmom who wouldn’t
beat him, belittle him, or treat him like a nuisance. Tom hoped he would be
able to cope with all the kindness. It was difficult to remember that these
people wouldn’t double cross him or take advantage of him.
Darting a look at his trusted back pack, Tom slowly got up and emptied every
pocket. Then he grabbed his knife and cut the bag into threads. There would be
no more running away. This was truly the end of the journey for Tom. A new
beginning and a fresh start that couldn’t get much brighter than this.
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