Title: Name Calling
Author: paraboobizarre
Pairing(s): BillxTom
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters used herein are fictional representations of real people and the actions and situations contained in the fics are no reflection on the real people on which they are based. All characters engaging in sexual acts of any kind are over 18 years of age.
I do not believe anything of this ever happened, nor that it should and I do not make any money of this. It's fiction.
Warnings: none whatsoever, except maybe fluff, sap and abundant sweetness and yeah, name calling ;)
Summary: Tom has many names for Bill...still, one more can never hurt.
Author's notes: I should have done so many things today - clean my room, file my copies, do some laundry...instead I wrote this.
More author's notes at the end of the fic - I can't possibly put them here without actually telling the story :P
For my very own baby cakes, JoJo


“Mmmmm don't go...” Slim fingers wrapped around his wrist, the other hand brushing up under the hem of his shirt, briefly flitting over the soft skin on his belly before Tom rolled away again.

“Bill, I seriously need to go take a shower. I feel all sticky and just ICK!” Tom complained, gently prying his twin's hands off his wrist. They had had a long and tedious flight. With the air in the planes and the airport so stiff and dry, always so second hand, Tom felt dried out and crumpled, like he was covered in dust from head to toe.
He just wanted to take a shower, let the warm water wash everything off and melt away all his little aches and pains. Bill obviously though, had other plans.

“No, you're not ick...you smell so good. Stay!” It was a full blown whine, delivered with one of those impressive pouts and batted eyelashes. Basically the one single look, Tom (and with him pretty much everyone else on the face of the earth) was helpless against.

Tom didn't think he smelled good at all. He smelled like stiff, conditioned air, of smokes and street dust, a little sweaty, a little like the frying oil of that fast food restaurant the passed their time in at the airport.

Bill, still mostly in his street clothes, scrabbled across the mattress and laid his head in his lap, burying in his nose in the billows of Tom's massive shirts. He could hear his twin inhale deeply, instinctively sucking in his stomach as Bill nuzzled into his belly, winding one arm around his waist.
Tom simply sat there, staring dumbly at the shiny mop of black hair in his lap, listening to the soft cooing sounds his little brother made.

Brushing his fingers through the feathery hair at Bill's temples, Tom let the heavy strands slip through his fingers. Bill was rubbing his cheek into his shirts, making small purring sounds all the while, his eyes already closed, a dreamy, content smile stretching on his face.

“Sweets, I really need a shower...” Tom mumbled, his chin down against his chest as he stared at his brother's face in his lap. He traced his fingertip along the shell of Bill's ear, watching the smile become wider.
“Wrong name...” Bill mumbled, his grip around Tom's waist tightening.

Sighing in mock exasperation, Tom leaned back on his elbows, watching Bill blink at him, his face still half hidden in the over sized shirt. He had countless names for Bill. Different languages, too. Bill delighted in being babied and pampered, he loved all those silly pet names. It was something they shared between themselves; the various names and how they came about, each one of them imbued with a little, secret history of its own.

“Not sweets?” Tom asked, his mouth curling into a reluctant smile as Bill shook his head vigorously.
“Baby cakes?”
“No.”
“Beany?”
“Nope!”
“Frou frou?”
“God, no!”
“Kitten? Muffin?”
“No and double no...”
“Shruti?”
“God...what was that again?” Bill blew a stray strand of hair out of his face, his forehead wrinkling up adorably.
“It means little froggy in Arabic...remember the guy in New York who called you that? That slimy bellhop?” Tom tucked the unruly hair behind his twin's ears after it fell all across his face moments later again.

“I'm not really a froggy, am I?” Bill muttered, as he stemmed himself into an upright position, rolling over to straddle Tom's lap.
“I dunno, you're pretty limber...” Tom teased as he let his fingers march up Bill's jeans clad leg, tracing the creases at the bent knees. His brother's legs squeezed around his middle and Tom resisted the urge to squirm under the warm weight above him.

“Limber, huh?” Bill loomed over him, letting his fingers wander in a meandering line along the collar of Tom's shirt.
“Yeah, limber, bendy...you're my flexi!Bill...” Bill smiled at that, a broad grin stretched wide to reveal the two pearly rows of teeth. Bunny Teeth, another one of their pet names. Bunny, Bun-Bun and the more embarrassing Bunny-Boo Tom had coined in a weak moment.

Above him, Bill pulled himself upright again and started to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. Tom saw a short flash of thin black lines, cut through with the swooping line of his brother's hipbone.

“I want a new name,” Bill announced with a heavy roll of his hips. Tom hissed, feeling his dick squashed somewhere between his brother's body, the folds of his clothes and his hips.
“What kind of name?” Tom asked, watching Bill rise as his twin tugged off his shirt. The smooth plane of Bill's stomach came into the view, the star tattoo on his hips, the slightest trace of curly hair peeking out just above the elastic of those black boxer shorts.

“A naughty name,” Bill whispered, his eyes flashing dangerously as he sank down in Tom' lap again.
“All the names you have for me are so sweet...” Bill bent down, his hands coming to rest on either side of Tom's head, fingers threading between his dreads almost immediately. Out of habit, Tom's hand came to rest on his twin's hip, slipping down to cup his ass as Bill hovered above him, their mouths so close he could taste the faint traces of fruity gum drops on his twin's breath.

Bill stuck his tongue out, pink between shiny, glossy lips, teasingly licking at Tom's bottom lip before he kissed him, sucking Tom's tongue into his mouth, gently biting down on the muscle before he let go again.
“Give me a naughty name, Tom.” His hips rolled down again in a slow, deliberate circle, Bill's right hand going down between their bodies, brushing Tom's stomach briefly until Tom could feel his twin's fingers working at the fly of Bill's jeans, the metallic chirping of the zipper.

“God...” Tom knew his entire forehead puckered up into a tortured frown but he couldn't help himself. He wasn't any good with being creative on command. Bill rubbing himself against him at a steady pace wasn't helping much either.
“How about Rosebud?” He hazarded. Bill stopped moving for a moment, cocking his head and looking down on Tom, light traces of confusion settling in the fine lines around his mouth and Tom felt the need to explain.

“For you know...” He felt a distinct blush rising into his cheeks even though they were long past being embarrassed in front of each other. He slipped his hand between his brother's jeans and his boxers, running a finger down the crease, pushing down and lightly rubbing Bill's entrance, “some people call it that, you know...”

Bill eagerly pushed back against his hand but still huffed under his breath at the Rosebud suggestion. Faint traces of Bill's new perfume wafted up his nose – vanilla and cedar wood – Tom's brain beginning to feel cottony and useless as Bill rubbed slowly against him.

“Stud?”
“I'm not a racehorse, Tom...”
Bill sucked on his earlobe, deliberately blowing a hot breath right into his ear, raising goosebumps all over Tom's arms and back.

“Hot stuff...”
“Too 80s...”
Little, open mouthed kisses trailed down from his ear along the side of his neck, Bill's breathing, the faintest smacking noises loud in his ear, almost as loud as the mad thumping of Tom's own heartbeat.

“Billicious...”
He could feel Bill smile against his neck, then a tiny shudder going through his entire frame as Tom eventually slipped his hands under the waistband of his boxers, cupping Bill's small rear end possessively.

“Sugar bum...”
Bill gently bit down over the pulse point of his neck, sucking lightly and Tom could feel his breathing pick up, his dick stirring to life, while the exhaustion he had felt only minutes before was slowly replaced by a low, whirling arousal.

“Sweet cheeks...” He suggested, pinching one of Bill's butt cheeks, making his brother squirm deliciously in his lap.

“Too sweet still,” Bill muttered against his neck, moving down to his collar bone, his fingers slipping under Tom's shirt, sliding up his belly to his chest.
“Give me a raunchy name...”
“Umm...” Tom's eyes rolled up in his head as he desperately tried to think of a raunchy name. Bill stroked his nipples, pinching and tugging on them carefully, not making Tom's job any easier.

“Doc Cock?” Tom finally suggested, wincing internally at the tackiness of the name when he said it out loud. He was floundering, that much was for sure, thinking and being touched by his twin in all those nice places definitely didn't go together.

Face buried in the crook of Tom's neck, Bill started into a series of giggles that shook through his entire frame as he lay on top of him.
“Doc Cock?!” Bill pulled himself up, his eyes suspiciously shiny and wet already as he tried to bite down the inevitable laughter rising in him.

“That sounds like the name of porn star...” Bill affected a stud pose, thrusting his hips out and flexing his muscles. The few he had...
“Doc Cock in Asshole-o-mio! The director's cut, of course!” Bill announced proudly before he finally collapsed on top of Tom in a fit of giggles.

Tom shook his head in a faux patronizing manner as he patted his brother's shoulders and waited for the giggles to subside. Eventually Bill pulled himself up again, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, his belly still heaving from the effort.

“As naughty as Doc Cock is, I don't think I want you calling me that,” Bill snickered, brushing his hair out of his face. His cheeks were flushed, eyes shining and Tom couldn't remember a time when his brother had looked more adorable.

“I can't think of any raunchy names for you...” Tom shrugged his shoulders eloquently, stroking the soft skin on Bill's waist.
“Sorry...porn cookie...” He mumbled, not even realizing the last word as it slipped out. Only Bill's delighted squeak moments later drew his attention to what he had just said.
“Porn cookie?!” Bill's entire face lit up into a thousand mega watt smile, his eyes positively dancing in delight and Tom knew he had just invented the perfect new name for his twin.


K, Some more notes:

I was flicking through Christopher Häring's backstage photos and found a live shot where you could still read one of the signs the fans held up. It read "Bill du bist mein Pornokeks!" (Bill you are my porno cookie!)
The porno cookie was just too good to ignore XD

Shruti - I have no idea how this is actually spelled or if I even got this right. A friend of mine married a guy from Tunisia and he calls her that. Supposedly it really means “little froggy” - if not, I guess he has some explaining to do ;)

I am insanely proud to announce that both "flexi!Bill" and Tom's more than embarrassing "Doc Cock" are both my invention (and God! did I labour hard for that last one!)
ETA: I just found out there's a video on youtube from some guys called JAM with the title Doc Cock - DAMN!

Asshole-o-mio, taken (once again) from the The 100 Worst Porn Movie Titles – a lovely sight that already figured in A Little Something XD

My first boyfriend called me Frou-Frou...thank you, Joseph.