Chapter 3: Parting Ways

Both of us took a moment to look at each other, and I knew exactly what he wanted. I wanted it as well; I never wanted him to have to leave me. However, he had his career, and I had mine. The story of our lives.

“Call me, yeah…?”
I gazed up into his dark brown eyes, and he looked into mine before he nodded slightly.

“Every day, Bill...”

At last, our lips met for one last parting kiss, and we let it linger as long as we could behind the cover of the door of the hotel room where I’d given him everything that I had to offer. Once the kiss was over, he pulled back and looked at me again, and then his hand went to the doorknob at last. Soon we both had parted our ways again, and he headed in the opposite direction with his own bag in hand. We couldn’t be seen together, not like this, not coming out of the same hotel room.

I just wish that…somehow, maybe someday, we could start on a new page. Possibly, in the future, I wouldn’t be Bill Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel. I wanted to be seen as a person again…

Not now, but maybe someday.  

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“Oh, fuck, Tom, yes!”

The sounds in the hotel room were as distinct as they could possibly be. It was the wet, rustling, pleasured noises of sex, and by the sound of the girl’s moans, it was fucking amazing sex at that.
She was on her hands and knees, in Tom’s control completely, and he pounded into her while reaching around the front to feel her soft, round breasts, which moved with the rest of the woman’s body: in tune to his thrusts.

At first, he’d been distracted by the thoughts of what his own brother could possibly be doing at this very moment. Entering the hotel room to his hot date for the night in only her underwear hadn’t even been enough to completely distract him at first. However, as soon as he’d sunken his cock into the wet, tight, warmth of the girl beneath him… Fuck, nothing else mattered.

In no time they’d finished what they’d been doing, and the girl remained beside Tom for just long enough for his breathing to calm. She would’ve gladly stayed beside him longer, but Tom had gotten out of bed in no time. He’d stretched, and told her that he would be right back and that she was fucking amazing as he peeled off and disposed of the condom that he‘d been using.

Tom had gone to the bathroom and briefly washed up, finally taking a moment to get the sweat and whatnot off of his body from the concert. The night was still young, and so he knew that he and that girl weren’t done just yet.

Tonight would be amazing for Tom; he would make it amazing. He would forget about his little brother for now and would enjoy himself. That girl was fucking hot, and she was seriously willing to do just about anything for him, it seemed.
Tonight… He had to get lost in tonight. Tonight. This room. Nothing else mattered.

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Morning came just as soon as Bill had shut his eyes and let himself drift off, and the light that poured through the windows was anything but welcome. With a tired groan, Bill turned, and he felt something that he hadn’t quite expected…the warm touch of someone’s bare body beside his. Needless to say, it surprised him, and his eyes came open.
Of course, it didn’t take him long to realize two things: what had happened last night and that he had a killer fucking hangover. Shutting his eyes tightly, Bill let out a faint, tired whimper of pain.

Everything came to him as he lied there with Bushido, wanting to sleep but being kept awake by the orange light that streamed through his own thin eyelids. Every last detail, from the way that it had felt to the words that they had said were as vivid as any memory could be, and Bill didn’t want to let them go. He loved it… He didn’t regret what they’d done one bit. Well…he did regret one thing, and that was drinking so much before they’d had sex. Perhaps it had been for the better at the time, but now it just felt terrible. He would come to regret something else in just a few hours, though.

“Bushido…?”
He ran his hand along the bare, exposed skin of the man beside him, feeling the way his muscles stood out against his warm, smooth skin.

“Mmmngh… Bill…” Bushido groaned tiredly, and he wasn’t quite in the same, inviting mood. He turned over, facing away from his lover. To that, Bill frowned, but he got over it when he remembered that it wasn’t Bushido’s fault and he probably was just tired.

“I love you…”
Bill wanted to check if it was real. He wanted to assure himself that love had been a part of the act that they had committed the night before.

“Mmmngh…”
It took a long moment, but Bushido soon turned around and reached his hand forward. Once he’d found Bill, he pulled him closer with the movement of just one strong hand on Bill‘s lower back, and his and their bare chests were soon pressed flush against each other. Obviously Bushido’s was a bit more muscular and had more hair, but it still felt nice to Bill…having his love right there, assuring him.
“I love you, too, Bill… Mm, sleep.”

Bill really did want to sleep for just a little while longer, but he couldn’t. His head had begun to hurt by now. The problem was partially resolved when he buried his face into the crook of Bushido’s neck, but it still took a while before he could fall back asleep.

This continued for a couple more hours. Bill would awake, feel the pain of a hangover, and then he would go back to sleep. Every time the memories of last night seemed new, and he would give anything to be able to get rid of his hangover in order to enjoy them fully.

The only thing that made Bill actually get out of bed was the sound of his own cell phone ringing from his jacket, which had been tossed over one of the plush armchairs in the hotel room shortly after he’d arrived the night before.

“Oh my God…” Bill breathed, and he opened his eyes for the fourth time that morning. Groggily, he began to drag himself out of bed, and it was then that he discovered the pain in his lower area, from where Bushido had penetrated him. The pain radiated from his entrance to his lower back, and he actually had to pause for a moment to bite back a cry of agony. However, the sound of his own ring tone motivated him to drag himself out of bed fully and stumble over to the armchair. It took a moment, but he soon picked up his jacket and shoved a hand into one of the pockets. What he didn’t find was his cell phone, and he pulled what he did feel out. His eyes widened when he saw the three individual condoms… Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He’d told Tom he would use these. Fuck.

He didn’t have time to beat himself up for forgetting his brother’s advice right now. That annoying cell phone had woken Bushido up, and Bushido was, needless to say, not exactly happy to be disturbed from his sleep.

“Bill… Shit, get that,” he groaned, and Bill nodded and then reached into the other pocket of his jacket. Instantly, he jerked his phone out and then slid it open after checking the caller I.D. The brightness of the screen had hurt his eyes, but the name on it had been the thing to make him wince most.

“Hi, Tomi,” Bill greeted, trying to sound a bit less, well…hung over than he really was. He’d failed -miserably- and his brother laughed when he heard him.

“Hi, Bill.”
Tom was no longer in his hotel room. The girl who he was with had left earlier that morning, when Georg and Gustav had come to get him for breakfast. He’d wanted to call Bill, but he’d had a hunch that Bill would still be asleep, so he’d decided against it. Instead, Tom had gotten Bill breakfast as well, and had it saved for him in the Styrofoam container that he’d been given upon request. He was always looking out for his twin, no matter what Bill wanted to do instead of being watched over by his protective brother.
“I got you breakfast. I didn’t think you’d be awake when we all went down to get something. Hell, I wasn’t even up.”

“Mmn, yeah, I just woke up,” Bill replied, and he glanced over at the alarm clock on their nightstand. It was only eleven o’ clock, which wasn’t all that bad because it felt like it was the afternoon by now.
“Just…hold breakfast for me. What room are you in?”
He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a pad of paper from the drawer, along with a pen with the hotel’s name on the side of it.

“We’re not in our room anymore. We’re waiting in the bus,” Tom replied, and he listened as his brother sighed.

“Thanks for the warning… I was planning on maybe taking a shower, you know?”
Bill put the pen and paper away, and he glanced over at Bushido. By now, his love had his eyes open, and Bill laughed softly because it was kind of hard to miss the looks that he was getting from him. After all, Bill hadn’t yet gotten dressed.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and then lied down beside Bushido completely, smiling warmly as his lover pulled him close and kissed him on the forehead. Of course, a quick kiss on the forehead wasn’t good enough. With a gentle nudge, Bushido urged Bill to tilt his head back, and he began to kiss at his throat.

“Go ahead and take one, then. Just try getting down here before twelve.”
Tom could hear a slight moan slip out on the other side of the phone a moment later, and the last thing that he wanted to think about was what Bushido was doing to his baby brother.
“Alright?”

“Yeah,” Bill replied, and he was trying to keep the pleasure out of his voice. Again, he failed.
“I’ll see you then.”
He moved to hang up his phone at last, and then he pulled away briefly in order to set it on the nightstand.
“About that shower… Wanna join me?”

A smirk instantly showed itself on Bushido’s lips, and he chuckled a bit before sliding his hand down Bill’s bare back.
“Mmm… You know it.”
A bath would be great. After all, those rose petals had, by now, withered up, and they weren’t exactly pleasant to have stuck to your skin.

In no time, he and Bill had headed into the bathroom. Once in the shower, though, there was more getting dirty taking place than getting clean.

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When it was finally time to leave, neither Bill nor Bushido wanted to go. They took a moment to say goodbye, holding their own belongings that they’d gathered just a few minutes ago. The two had exchanged a farewell kiss after Bushido had promised to call Bill whenever he got the chance, and then Bushido pulled open the door. It was then that they had to go separate ways, because the last thing that either of them needed was the fans seeing them leaving the same hotel room together. There were already enough rumors out there about the two of them; they didn’t need to fuel the flames.

“There you are, Bill!” Jost exclaimed as soon as Bill got to the gated back parking lot where the bus was waiting for him. The bus was an unwelcome reminder of the life he lived. Sure, he loved traveling, and he loved being in a successful band with so many loyal, dedicated fans…but there were days when he got terribly homesick, and today was one of those days. Today was one of those days when he wished that he could just take a break from the fame and the publicity to live his own life.

“Hi, Dave.”
Bill smiled, and he walked over to where his manager was standing. Jost was putting the boys’ belongings back into the bottom of the bus, and Bill handed him his own bag to stuff in there.
“Are we going soon?”

“Of course,” Jost replied in his usual cheery manner. He then shut the cargo hold and stretched his back, since he’d been bending over for a while to pack their stuff.
“We were waiting for you, and Tom wanted one of his hats from his suitcase, so I had to come down here and get it for him.”
He nodded a bit.
“Now, go ahead and take this to your brother…”
He handed Bill the cap with another nod, and then resumed his talking.
“And we’ll get back on the road. We’re going to be traveling for at least six hours, so are you sure that you have everything?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Bill replied, looking down at the cap that he’d been handed. He lightly touched the metal Cadillac logo that was on the front of the shiny white cap, and then he let his gaze return to Jost.

“Great! That saves us some time… Well, see you in a few hours.”
Jost began to leave, walking back over to the Escalade that he usually followed the bus in. It was Tom’s, and someone had to drive it around. Since Tom was, obviously, staying with the band on their bus, he usually did it himself.

Bill sighed lightly, and then gave the driver of the bus a small wave before getting in. Today was going to be an incredibly long day; he could feel it.