{"id":4418,"date":"2013-12-11T15:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-12-11T14:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=4404"},"modified":"2013-12-11T15:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-12-11T14:00:00","slug":"someday-in-this-forever-22","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2013\/12\/11\/someday-in-this-forever-22\/","title":{"rendered":"Someday In This Forever 22."},"content":{"rendered":"<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>author: amazinglife2011<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong><br \/><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong> <\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong> <\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center\"><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"600\" height=\"401\" src=\"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/wp-content\/uploads\/4b72a80970_95835913_o2.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Tom stuffed the delicious pasta in his mouth and gulped like a hungry fiend dinosaur from a craving area. Bill and J\u00f6rg exchanged glances and soundless chuckles in times.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;So, Tom. Do you like the food?&#8220; J\u00f6rg broke the silence.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;I love it, Mr. Kaulitz. Mind if I keep dropping by to your house?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Of course not. Keep visiting son,&#8220; J\u00f6rg said happily.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Oh no!&#8220; Bill grumbled under his breath. Tom tittered.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;So when did you guys come to US?&#8220; Tom asked swallowing the pasta. Bill pouted at the scene.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;About one year ago,&#8220; J\u00f6rg informed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;Oh\u2026 not too long,&#8220; Tom said putting more pasta in his mouth. &#8222;Do you know, I was in Germany when I was a kid. My entire family shifted to LA.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">J\u00f6rg smiled. &#8222;How many members make your family?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Three; mom, dad and me,&#8220; Tom notified.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Can we change the topic?&#8220; Bill interrupted, he felt bored.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Why not?&#8220; Tom said cheerfully. &#8222;I love you,&#8220; he mouthed sneakily to Bill. Bill immediately looked away pretending as if he did not see that.<\/div>\n<hr \/>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">\n<p>J\u00f6rg was busy in his own food now. He looked up at the boys and suddenly his face turned worried. Surprisingly the boys looked kind of alike. He carefully observed the features on their faces. It was clearer since Bill was without makeup. He could easily find some matches on their faces but that does not even make any sense. J\u00f6rg chuckled. A friend has come to visit his son and he was matching their faces, how funny! That was just the affection and the point of view. It was J\u00f6rg&#8217;s point of view who was watching the boys with same tenderness and warmth; nothing else.<\/p>\n<p>They finished the dinner. Tom walked up to Bill&#8217;s room with him. His mobile was there. He took the mobile from the bed. &#8222;I&#8217;m gonna go now,&#8220; he uttered.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Bill smiled slightly. &#8222;Have a safe ride.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Tom sighed and just nodded in response. &#8222;Tomorrow&#8217;s Sunday,&#8220; he uttered expressionlessly.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Yeah&#8220; Bill nodded.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;If you don&#8217;t mind\u2026&#8220; Tom paused. He rubbed his forehead agitating.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;What is it, Tom?&#8220; Bill stepped near him.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Can I\u2026 can I visit you tomorrow as well?&#8220; Tom sounded rather requesting than questiony.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">A wide grin flashed on Bill&#8217;s face.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Why not? Great idea!&#8220; he hopped happily. &#8222;But\u2026&#8220; he stopped hopping and raised one eyebrow cautiously. &#8222;I have one condition.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;What?&#8220; Tom asked.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;You won&#8217;t try to have sex with me, deal?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Tom smirked. &#8222;Deal,&#8220; he scoffed at Bill. Bill chuckled.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Gotta go\u2026 it&#8217;s already 10:50 PM,&#8220; Tom said looking at his wrist watch.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;I&#8217;ll see you off till the porch,&#8220; Bill said.<\/p>\n<p>They walked down together. J\u00f6rg was busy in some call. He waved at Tom from the couch at the same time as he talked in the phone.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Bill opened the door. Tom walked out. Bill followed after him. They walked down the porch to the parking lot where Tom&#8217;s bike was parked. Tom looked back at Bill one last time. &#8222;Bye,&#8220; he gave him a slight halfhearted smile.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Bill sighed and waved. &#8222;Hey, Tom,&#8220; he called again.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Tom turned back once again without delay. &#8222;Hmm?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Bill chuckled wretchedly and stepped near Tom. He abruptly wrapped his arms around Tom&#8217;s neck and hugged him warmly. &#8222;Thank you so much,&#8220; unknown tears dripped from his eyes without waiting a single second.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Tom chuckled. &#8222;What for?&#8220; he caressed on Bill&#8217;s head.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;For visiting me and fighting for me that day,&#8220; he sobbed. Tom closed his eyes. &#8222;In a way I&#8217;m angry with you,&#8220; he put his hands in his pockets.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Why?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Because you entered the crowd and said that it was your fault. You tried to save Paul. I felt like a stupid,&#8220; Tom complained.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;I&#8217;m so sorry for that, but I thought he must be hurt\u2026 hurt like I was.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Huh\u2026 Paul and hurt? There&#8217;s a huge amount of distance between these both,&#8220; Tom said wittily. Bill chuckled as well as sobbed silently.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Thanks to you too,&#8220; Tom said, brushing his fingers in Bill&#8217;s curls.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;What for?&#8220; Bill asked in shaky voice.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;For hugging me so close, so tight. I&#8217;ve always dreamt for this moment,&#8220; he said wrapping his other arm around Bill passionately. He was actually doing it to make Bill smile. Bill rolled his eyes smiling .<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Pervert,&#8220; he teased. Tom laughed kindly. Bill laughed in addition.<\/p>\n<p>Tom stroked on Bill&#8217;s back with no perverted intentions.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;I love you,&#8220; he murmured near Bill&#8217;s ear.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;I guess I sort of know that,&#8220; Bill replied drolly. Tom sniggered. Bill pulled back. He wiped out the tears from his cheek.&#8220;Good night,&#8220; he grinned flashing his shiny teeth.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Goodnight,&#8220; Tom swiftly placed a quick kiss on Bill&#8217;s lips and ran away to his bike. Bill chased after him until they reached the bike.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Tom got on his bike and drove away. Bill hopped and waved at him happily. &#8222;Happy Halloween, Tomi,&#8220; he wished yelling playfully.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Bill left a big happy sigh. He has never felt so lively before today though Tom tried to do some perverted things with him but that was okay. He chuckled remembering the moments repeatedly and walked into the house closing the door behind. &#8222;Goodnight, dad,&#8220; he said and walked up the stairs. J\u00f6rg signed a goodnight for him behind, still busy in the phone.<\/p>\n<p>Later that night, Bill was lying on his bed. He was doodling at the mobile screen he had in his hand. He did not feel sleepy at all. Besides, the wind was blowing noisily crashing against the window glasses. He wondered if the witches and wizards have really come. He thought about Tom and the way he made him laugh. Bill discovered that Tom had the ability to make him smile and forget everything else. That was the best moment of his life. He smiled remembering Tom and how he begged to know the meaning of German. He was so puerile. Meanwhile a message tone beeped in his mobile. He almost jumped and postured straight. He looked at the screen. It was from an unknown number. He narrowed his eyes and opened the message. It said:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Hey it&#8217;s Tom. I collected Ur number from Michael a moment ago. Happy Halloween to you too. Goodnight. Take care.&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Bill grinned. He quickly saved the number as Tom and replied to the message. &#8222;Goodnight too.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">There Tom chuckled softly at the reply. He sighed deeply at ease.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Gordon knocked at the door. &#8222;Can I come in?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Do you have to ask?&#8220; Tom said smiling from inside the room.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Gordon turned the knob and walked in. &#8222;You and mom are done so soon!&#8220; Tom teased. Gordon laughed. He sat next to his son and shouldered him playfully.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;So\u2026 you had a good time with your friend or he kicked you out?&#8220; Gordon asked teasingly.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;No dad\u2026 surprisingly, he was too good to me,&#8220; Tom put the mobile next to the bed lamp. &#8222;We talked a lot, we became friends. He was without makeup today. Gosh! Dad, he&#8217;s so beautiful and sexy. He&#8217;s surely gonna turn me into a gay so soon,&#8220; Tom said bantering himself. Gordon laughed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;Was he happy at your arrival?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;At first he was shocked, but then we were comfortable with each other,&#8220; Tom uttered putting his arms behind his head, dreaming.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Gordon smiled. &#8222;Well that&#8217;s really unexpected. Seems like he&#8217;s a polite kid.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Yes he is. He&#8217;s over-polite,&#8220; Tom chuckled. Gordon nodded.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Did he like the chocolates?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Yeah. Dad he&#8217;s such a poor guy. He stays alone all the time. So I was thinking\u2026&#8220; Tom shrugged with a struggling mischievous smile on his face. &#8222;How about visit him tomorrow again.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Gordon raised one eyebrow. &#8222;Pervert,&#8220; he elbowed his son. Tom winked. They laughed together.<\/p>\n<p>Then Tom started explaining about Bill to his father. He sounded really excited. He even told his father that he kissed Bill twice and also asked to have sex with him but Bill declined. Gordon was shocked, but he enjoyed the descriptions Tom gave him. It was always fun to be with a son so frank and hearing of a new friend of the son on who the son had a crush. On the other hand, it was fun to have such a friendly father who does not overreact and always encourages in every single important step of life. Simone heard the father and son conversation hiding behind the door. She laughed quietly &#8211; well she giggled actually. Neither did she have a problem with whatever Tom did. It was fun too to have such a lovely caring wife and delicious food cooking pretty mother.<\/p>\n<p>There J\u00f6rg silently turned the knob of Bill&#8217;s room. Bill was sleeping now. He looked like a dead body, a dead body of a gorgeous angel. He walked in tiptoeing. He placed a soft goodnight kiss on Bill&#8217;s forehead. &#8222;Goodnight, son,&#8220; he murmured. He was glad for his son. After a long time he has seen Bill grinning so widely. J\u00f6rg even forgot when the last time he saw his boy was laughing with open heart. He sighed and turned off the lights. He walked out of the room closing the door quietly behind. Bill smiled slightly after his father was gone.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Goodnight too, dad,&#8220; he murmured softly. It was not that boring to have such a busy father. Then again, it was good to have a feminine son who is loving and polite and looks actually beautiful, different than others.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\"><\/div>\n<div><strong>author: amazinglife2011<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>author: amazinglife2011 Tom stuffed the delicious pasta in his mouth and gulped like a hungry fiend dinosaur from a craving area. Bill and J\u00f6rg exchanged glances and soundless chuckles in times. &#8222;So, Tom. 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