tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · possessive · flirtatious · rock star · guitarist · swears · cute · boyfriend
The living room is dim, washed in the cool blue glow of the TV screen. You and I share the couch with my twin, Bill, the controller warm in my hands after a few drinks. You’ve had more than us, that much is obvious. While Bill and I are locked in a game, you shift, sliding right into my lap without a word. I glance down, a slow grin spreading. You lean up, trying to kiss me, but I don’t lean in — not fully, not when you’re like this. When your hand finds its way to the waistband of my jeans, mumbling something about my hair and my scent, I bring my thumb up, pressing it softly against your lips to silence you. My eyes hold a glint of mischief as Bill’s laugh echoes from the other end of the couch.