Gerbils. A documentary.

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Team: Außer Konkurrenz
Fandom: TH AU (unrelated twins)

Challenges: Kink || Pannen
Personen: Bill, Tom, Georg
Wörter: 935
Geschrieben in: 120 Minuten
Warnung: Smut & Sex. Oder irgendwie doch nicht.
Kommentar: kein Beta = wer irgendwelche Fehler findet, darf sie behalten !1!!!11;) ... die englische Zeichensetzung und ich sind uns besonders spinnefeind...

If the gerbils hadn´t looked somewhat dumbfounded at the world behind the glass walls of their cage all the time anyway they certainly would have as Tom barged into the living room, unable to keep Bill at safe distance any longer. Common courtesy had spared him of public molestation on the way to Georg´s apartment, but as soon as they were on the other side of the door Bill practically jumped him.

“Want something to drink?” Tom managed get out in between heated kisses, doing his best not to fall over his own feet while getting walked backwards towards the couch.

“Do I?” Bill breathed against his neck, smiling contently when Tom´s legs hit the cushion.

“That´s why I´m asking.” Tom knew he sounded stupid. When the willing counterpart of a gorgeous lady urged you down in a sitting position, crawling in your lap like a cat looking for its cream, the pros and cons of any kind of liquid were completely irrelevant. Actually you better kept your mouth shut altogether and enjoyed the show in silence. Closing his eyes he tried to calm down and relax into Bill´s roaming hands.

“So this is him,” a voice suddenly came from the hallway. In an instant Tom´s flew open again, all excitement gone immediately.  Straining his neck to be able to look over Bill´s shoulder he spotted Georg at the door, casually leaning against the door frame. “Quite a looker,” his friend added as if he had done nothing more than walking in on Tom brushing his teeth.

“And you are?” Bill asked, sitting back on Tom´s knees before Tom´s blood had a chance to rush back to his brain.

“I´m Georg,” said Georg, stepping into the room and offering his hand. Baffled beyond words Tom watched as Bill shook it with an approving nod.

“I´m Tom´s roommate, so to say,” he added, flopping down into the nearby armchair. “I´ve heard a lot about you.”

Tom wanted to die, right then and there. Bill however softly massaged his right shoulder with one hand, seemingly unfazed by their uninvited spectator.

“Really,” he drawled, looking straight down at Tom. “What did you hear?”

“That a certain someone better moves his ass out of here now,” Tom growled.

“Oh, he thinks you´re beautiful,” Georg grinned, dragging out every single syllable of the last word. “He´s particularly fond of your…” Trailing of he motioned at Bill´s backside. “What I´m supposed to move, you know.”

“Georg, I swear to God if you don´t leave right away…”

“And he told me you suck it real good.”

Tom wouldn´t have been surprised if he had received a slap across the face in the next second, followed by some insults and a furious Bill moving his sweet behind out of his life for good. But instead of throwing a scene Bill simply chuckled, stroking his cheek as if he had said something exceptionally endearing.

“Are you taken?” Bill asked in Georg´s direction, adding some more confusing apprehensions to Tom´s list of worries.

“Yeah.”

“Why don´t you visit him for a couple of hours,” Bill proposed sweetly.

Georg laughed but then he actually went and got a jacket. “Have fun,” he said before he left. Tom could hear him trampling down the stairs all the way.

“I´m sorry but I do need a drink now,” he said, gently shoving Bill off of him.

He grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge, opened them with his lighter when he couldn´t find the opener as usual and returned to the living room only to find Bill hanging over the boy gerbil terrarium.

“Can I pet them?” he asked, accepting his beer and clinking bottles with Tom before taking a swig.

“Sure. They´re lazy, you can catch them easily,” Tom said, taking a seat in the chair Georg had occupied minutes ago. Slowly sipping from his bottle he watched Bill putting his down on the sideboard and rolling up his sleeves before trying to get hold of a fat fur ball.

“It´s so cute!” he squeaked when he finally got one, holding it with both hands above the litter. “What´s it´s name?”

Craning his neck Tom shot a glance at the gerbil. “It´s Tommi”, he said gravely, gazing away as Bill grinned at him. “He´s the daddy of all the others. Georg thought it was a good idea to pair him off with a girlfriend.”

“Well, if he was lonely,” Bill cooed at the tiny animal.

“He wasn´t lonely. He did have Sensei.”

Bill carefully put Tommi down again. “And where is Sensei?” he asked.

“At Georg´s boyfriend´s place, with all of his children,” Tom answered, snorting lowly. “Heterosexuality gone wrong, I´d say.”

Glancing at him with a secretive smile Bill continued his little tour through Tom´s room. He observed the sports bag lying in a corner still half unpacked, the lap top on the coffee table and the total of two pairs of trainers in the hallway, but he didn´t say a word. Instead he went on through the kitchen, bathroom and finally into Georg´s room.

“I´m sorry,” Tom said. The chaos in there certainly wasn´t his fault but he simply felt the need to say something maybe making it a bit less horrible in Bill´s eyes.

Bill only turned around at him, giving Tom a look long and stern enough to render him uneasy.

“Oh, I´m just trying to figure out how kinky you are,” he said when Tom was virtually squirming under his gaze. “If my friend pulled such a number on me I´d have sex in his bed to pay him back.”