Title: Fine Mist
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
Summary: Just a fluffy bedtime story
Author's notes: Sent to ma_chelle  to make work a little less boring for her. I seriously have no idea how long this little precious sat around on my computer all finished and unposted :)

He could have stood under that shower for ages. It felt like every bone and muscle was melting under the spray and it felt fantastic even if he only noticed just now how extremely tired and exhausted he really was.
When he stepped out of the shower again, the entire bathroom was drenched in humidity, little droplets of water clinging to every surface as if someone had sprayed the tiles with a fine mist.

Not even bothering to get his hair dry, Bill just rubbed his hair haphazardly with a towel, before he left the bathroom, his hair sticking out at odd angles.

“Hey...” A soft yawn followed the sleepy mumbling and he could see Tom stretch out on the bed, his feet briefly sticking out from under the blanket.

Tom propped himself up on one hand, blinking at him blearily, biting down another yawn.
“You look like an electrocuted poodle...”
Bill huffed quietly, smoothing his frazzled hair as he killed the main light and crawled into bed.

“Says the one who last washed his hair at the age of twelve!” He teased, slugging Tom playfully in the arm. A low grumble was the only reply he got, as Tom flopped back on his stomach, fluffing the pillow under his head, gazing up at him with a tired smile.

“You're beautiful,” Tom offered, but Bill just waved him off with a dismissive gesture.
“Don't say that! Everybody always tells me that.” Bill scooted closer, wincing as an acute flash of pain stabbed down along his spine.

“Tell me something real, Tom.”

“Umm, okay...” Tom's forehead wrinkled up as he rolled his eyes upwards, pretending to think very hard.
“Saint Nicolas was just a lie Mum told you – he doesn't exist, same as the Easter Bunny, actually. I still hate spinach and I cannot believe you betrayed me tonight and ordered pizza with that abomination on it because that's not a very twinly thing to do.”

“Twinly?” Bill chuckled, scooting even closer. Tom was mumbling by now, his voice heavy with sleep.
”And I still don't really like that tattoo, but you like it so I guess that's all that matters.” A soft yawn followed and Tom squinted at him sleepily, his face already half hidden in the soft pillow.

Brushing some of his brother's more unruly dreads out of his face, Bill stopped abruptly when he felt a low churning in his belly, accompanied seconds later, by low and impatient rumbling.

“I want something sweet...” Bill whined under his breath. Dave had kept him away from his iron preserve of gummi worms, coke fizzers and chocolate and now he was craving for sugar.
“You have me, isn't that sweet enough?” Tom teased, nudging Bill's fingertips with his own as their hands lay side by side in the crumpled bedding.

“You're bitter sweet, at best.” Bill muttered, yawning softly just as Tom had done only a few seconds ago. Tom's yawns were contagious. He scooted close, across the ridge of the mattress, to steal a little kiss from his brother. Tom's breath tasted of toothpaste and a little still of the Sprite he had had before taking a shower.

“No touching, no hugs, no kisses,” Bill briefly brushed his lips against Tom's mouth, “I miss those the most, actually.”
“And that I can't sleep in your bunk...” He added after a moment's thought. As lovely as these nights where, when he could share a bed with his brother, it also sourly reminded him of the things he lacked every day they were on the road; that closeness he could only ever enjoy when they could lock themselves in and hide from the world.

“Tell me, something you miss about me, Tomi...come on...” Bill whispered in a petulant tone of voice, gently prodding Tom's shoulder.

Tom, in a rare display of embarrassment, burrowed his face deeper in his pillow, groaning softly as he shook his head. Bill could see Tom him flushing in the faint glow of the bedside table lamp, before his brother rubbed at his face, obscuring the rest of it from his view. Bill felt a faint smile flickering over his face. Tom, when embarrassed, was probably the cutest thing on this earth. A thought he could, of course, never ever voice. Tom wanted people to see him as a lot of things; cute did not figure on that list...

Bill scooted closer, pulling up one of his legs and pushing it under Tom's, feeling his brother's familiar warmth radiate against his skin.

“Come on, tell me...at least one thing,” Bill gently peeled Tom's hand away from his face. The look Tom gave him, that vaguely exasperated roll of the eyes and the strained smile, spoke volumes about his discomfort right now.

“Don't make me.” Tom craned his neck, leaning forward until they were in kissing distance. “You know I'm not good with this...feelings stuff.” Bill pulled back after the first shy kiss.

“You're good at it, if you give it a try,” Bill coaxed, remembering very well the things Tom did say when he was feeling talkative, and the way these whispered words could make his belly swirl with a heavy warmth.

“Tell me one thing you miss about me...”
“Okay, just give me a moment...” Tom cleared his throat, squinting at Bill over their short distance, studying his face in a way that was just a tad uncomfortable.

“I swear to you, if you laugh, I'm never ever going to tell you anything of that kind ever again!” Tom hissed.
Bill knew he mustn't do it but just the way Tom said it sounded so much like they used to talk when they were little, wringing the most inordinate promises from each other – he already felt himself cracking into a huge grin. Tom groaned and flopped onto his back.

“I told you not to laugh and you're laughing!” He complained, sounding like a six year old again.
“I'm sorry, sorry...” Bill mumbled, swallowing hard a couple of times, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm himself. It worked. More or less.
Tom rolled onto his stomach again, looking at him inquisitively and a small giggle escaped Bill. Okay, so it worked less...

“I'm sorry, really...” Bill gulped down yet another imminent chuckle, “tell me, I'm not gonna laugh!”

“I miss the way you smell the most...”
“Explain?”
“Bi-hill!”

The giggles came again and Bill wiped at his eyes with the bedspread after he was done. Tom was looking at him over the folds of his pillow, with that faintly amused big brother smile that had accompanied Bill for as long as he could remember.

“Here...” Tom pulled his arm forward, his fingertip tracing down the inside of his arm, grazing the hollow of his elbow.
“It tastes good, and it smells even better,” his brother murmured, bending over to press a soft kiss to the skin there.

“And here...” Tom brushed the limp hair out of his neck, his fingers curling behind the shell of his ear, trailing down the side of his neck.
“It smells of perfume and sweat and smoke and umm...a little sun burnt, too.”

“Anywhere else?” Bill marveled at the breathiness of his own voice; it sounded so hoarse.
“Down here...” The back of Tom's hand brushed down his stomach, slipping between his legs. Bill gasped softly.

“You like the way my dick smells?”
“No stupid...it's not just that,” Tom chided, pulling him closer, hitching Bill's leg up over his, before his hand slid down again.

“Between your thighs, the skin there...” Tom was so close now, he could feel the soft whispers wash against his cheeks as his brother spoke.
“And up here,” Tom's blunt fingernails trailed up the juncture of his leg and hip, tickling the sensitive skin there.

Bill chewed on his bottom lip. He was getting hard from those simple touches and he was sure Tom could feel it as well; he had his hand right down there.

“And when I kiss down that trail here...” Tom's hand brushed from his navel down to where the fine patch of hairs began to curl, his fingers dipping down into the thatch just briefly.

“That's just about the best thing ever...” Tom whispered, letting the back of his hand slip a little lower, grazing his hardening cock and Bill choked on a breath; it came out as a strangled little gawking sound and Bill could feel himself blush.

It wasn't the kind of whirling arousal, that made all his nerve endings sizzle and throb, when they clawed at each other, clutching at the other person as if their lives depended on it. This was the lazy warm kind, it felt a lot like falling asleep, only with this special edge to it, drowsy and exciting at the same time.

“And now what?” His voice was trembling, just slightly on the edges but he knew Tom had heard it as well. A lazy smile melted on his brother's face just before he squashed his face in the pillow again to hide yet another heartfelt yawn.

“Now...” Tom exhaled long and low, Bill scooting closer still, laying one tentative hand on his brother's stomach, “...I'm just too tired to get it up, honestly...”