The tour that changed everything (re done)

2.

Bill woke up the next morning and stretched somehow in the middle of the night his shirt came off.
"Wired?" Bill says to himself getting up and going into the bathroom starting a shower. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed a hickey on his neck?!?
"Where the fuck did this come from" he touches it and winces it was still sore like it had just happened. He tries to rationalize it but thanks about it as he showers, gets dressed, and puts on his eyeshadow. He joins Tom in the living room of the sweet trying to act normal. He had on a big choker to cover the mark, still confused how it got there.
"Hay tom did you have groupies last night?" Bill asks while stuffing his face with waffles.
"No, I went to bed after you did, why?"
"Just wondering i thought i heard a noise that's all.'' Bill said and continued eating in comfortable silence with tom. Maybe I just layed on something.
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Tom glanced at Bill wondering why he had such a big choker on. He blushed at the thought of taking that choker off and replacing it with his hand. Stop thanking like that tom! Bill doesn't like you like that you need to calm down or he is going to know something is up. The curiosity got the best of him and he reached over to grasp Bill's choker. He honestly didn't know he owned one that big. He wanted to own him...tom! Stop thanking like that!
Bill noticed Tom reaching and leaned back.
"Why are you wearing that ?" Tom asks, pulling his hand away.
"I just wanted it to match my outfit."
"Not really, I know I'm not one for fashion but that choker is neon green and you're wearing black."
Bill shifted in his chair and realized Tom was right. He looked down at his food now picking at it, losing his appetite. He looked down and took a deep breath.
"I have a weird mark on my neck and i don't know where it came from" bill says softly
"Let me see, maybe I can tell what it is," Tom says, now getting up and going over to Bill, undoing the choker before Bill could protest and laying his eyes on the big hickey showing proudly on his neck. Tom looked at it and huffed softly to himself. No one had the right to put a hickey on the bill, no one but him! There you go again, thanking like that stop! Tom mentally slapped himself in the face and looked at bill.
"Dude that's a hickey did you get lucky last night?"
"No you know i'm not one to sleep around i woke up and it was there maybe it was just something i layed on." Bill says now getting up and taking his plate to the sink. Tom nods and goes onto his phone the truth is he had a dream last night that he left a hickey on bill in that same spot. Was it really a dream? Or did he really do it without knowing.
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The show went well and they had an interview afterwards. Bill seemed a little more nervous than normal tonight. He almost messed up a bunch of times and felt really out of it. He knew he had stage fright but never that bad before. The interviewer asked a lot of questions, most of them the same as others.
"So bill what's up with the big choker it definitely stands out" the interviewer asked, making bill stiffen.
"O um i haven't worn it yet so i thought it would be a good fit for the concert.'' Bill tried to act normal but Tom could tell it made him uncomfortable. After the interview everyone went to their rooms. Gustav and Georg had girls waiting for them in their rooms. Tom on the other hand did not bring anyone home that night. He really wasn't in the mood and was worried about Bill; he seemed off since the interview. But Tom was also feeling a little off himself, his mind playing images that were not something he should be thinking.
"Bill I need you" Tom says while running his hands down Bill's slender body leaning down and leaving hickeys on that soft neck of his.
"I need you more tom please take me now," Bill begged.
Tom shook his head out of his thoughts. He heard someone walking into his room and turned to see Bill, his hair wet and face clean of make-up.
"Hay tom i know this is going to sound weird but can i borrow a shirt mine are to tight for me to sleep in tonight and it's too cold to sleep shirtless."
"Sure let me grab you one" Tom says walking over to his half unpacked bag and pulls out his favorite shirt giving it to bill. He smiles at Tom, slipping the shirt on and walks to his room.
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That night Tom woke up feeling someone shake him softly.
"Hm?" Tom asked tiredly.
"Hey sorry, it's Bill, can I sleep in here ... .I had a nightmare and can't get back to sleep."
Tom nods tiredly, not really grasping the situation and lets Bill slide into the bed next to him. Before Bill knew it Tom had snuggled his arms around his waist and leaned his face into the back of Bill's neck softly snoozing. Bill blushed heavily at Tom's actions and gently put a hand on Tom before falling asleep dreaming peacefully.