FOB/Tokio Hotel unnamed ficlet
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megyal's ANOTHER Pete Wentz/Anyone Ever Crack Fic Meme
Unnamed smut fic, Pete/Tokio Hotel
Rating: PG
Disclamer: Not true. Portrays people over eighteen.
Warnings: Unbetaed crack
It might not have been a good idea to go see a show of a German boy band, but Europeans were crazy fucks and if this was their next big thing, Pete just had to check them out. Annoyingly enough, the show had been sold out and he had had to use his celeb status to get in. Tomorrow there would be a blurb somewhere or maybe a grainy picture.
The music was okay, they guy could sing, but it was their looks that got his attention. Pete thought that he might have seen them on OhNoTheyDidnt a few times, but no one really looked like their publicity shots, right? Wrong. Their drummer looked like a ten-year-old Michael J. Fox, their guitarist looked like a freak because no guy that young could have muscles like that, and the singer… Bill? He was just breathtakingly pretty. He looked like an anime character. A pixie. An ethereal being. The other guitarist looked like an anime character, too, but one drawn with too big shirt and shoes and hat. Pete couldn’t take his eyes off them.
Yay for being famous, because after the show he had managed to convince the security (with possibly a back up of what he thought might have been the band’s manager. Who didn’t look like a pedophile, a good thing) to let him backstage and to the green room.
- Hi, I’m Pete Wentz. He flashed a smile to Bill and the other anime dude. No one else was present. – Great show.
- Thanks. Okay, the German accent was not cute, but people, even ethereal ones, had flaws. – Red Bull?
Pete took the offer as a request to sit and placed himself right on Bill’s side. That feathery thing really was Bill’s hair and not a wig, it seemed.
- So, Bill started, hoisting his leg over Pete so he was straddling his lap. - I know who you are, but we haven’t been introduced properly. Bill nibbled his jaw. Oh my god so good how old is he? - I’m Bill *Nibble* Kauliz, *Kiss* and this, *Lick* is my twin brother Tom.
Pete noticed that the other guy had placed himself on the couch too, and close. Really close. Twin brothers? Waittaminute. Pete turned to really look the other guy. Identical twin brothers, oh god!
Tom looked just as gorgeous, and his kisses tasted even better. It was all getting pretty hazy when Bill took a breather and settled down on Pete’s thighs (which itself did interesting thing in Pete’s lower regions)
- So, Bill said again. Kisses had ate away some of his lip gloss. – I heard that you could set me up with this songwriter? Patrick Stump?
- Yeah, yeah. Okay. Pete turned to kiss Tom. Patrick was going to kill him. But who cared, because identical twin brothers!
end.
If there are people left that don't know the Tokio Hotel boys, they look like this:
Here are the twins:
megyal's ANOTHER Pete Wentz/Anyone Ever Crack Fic MemeUnnamed smut fic, Pete/Tokio Hotel
Rating: PG
Disclamer: Not true. Portrays people over eighteen.
Warnings: Unbetaed crack
It might not have been a good idea to go see a show of a German boy band, but Europeans were crazy fucks and if this was their next big thing, Pete just had to check them out. Annoyingly enough, the show had been sold out and he had had to use his celeb status to get in. Tomorrow there would be a blurb somewhere or maybe a grainy picture.
The music was okay, they guy could sing, but it was their looks that got his attention. Pete thought that he might have seen them on OhNoTheyDidnt a few times, but no one really looked like their publicity shots, right? Wrong. Their drummer looked like a ten-year-old Michael J. Fox, their guitarist looked like a freak because no guy that young could have muscles like that, and the singer… Bill? He was just breathtakingly pretty. He looked like an anime character. A pixie. An ethereal being. The other guitarist looked like an anime character, too, but one drawn with too big shirt and shoes and hat. Pete couldn’t take his eyes off them.
Yay for being famous, because after the show he had managed to convince the security (with possibly a back up of what he thought might have been the band’s manager. Who didn’t look like a pedophile, a good thing) to let him backstage and to the green room.
- Hi, I’m Pete Wentz. He flashed a smile to Bill and the other anime dude. No one else was present. – Great show.
- Thanks. Okay, the German accent was not cute, but people, even ethereal ones, had flaws. – Red Bull?
Pete took the offer as a request to sit and placed himself right on Bill’s side. That feathery thing really was Bill’s hair and not a wig, it seemed.
- So, Bill started, hoisting his leg over Pete so he was straddling his lap. - I know who you are, but we haven’t been introduced properly. Bill nibbled his jaw. Oh my god so good how old is he? - I’m Bill *Nibble* Kauliz, *Kiss* and this, *Lick* is my twin brother Tom.
Pete noticed that the other guy had placed himself on the couch too, and close. Really close. Twin brothers? Waittaminute. Pete turned to really look the other guy. Identical twin brothers, oh god!
Tom looked just as gorgeous, and his kisses tasted even better. It was all getting pretty hazy when Bill took a breather and settled down on Pete’s thighs (which itself did interesting thing in Pete’s lower regions)
- So, Bill said again. Kisses had ate away some of his lip gloss. – I heard that you could set me up with this songwriter? Patrick Stump?
- Yeah, yeah. Okay. Pete turned to kiss Tom. Patrick was going to kill him. But who cared, because identical twin brothers!
end.
If there are people left that don't know the Tokio Hotel boys, they look like this:
Here are the twins:
