It was just a dream.

~*~

“You look like shit.”

“Did that chick you were banging last night not know when to leave?” Georg joked as he picked at his waffles. Tom glared at him as he blew a ring of smoke into the air and hoped the nicotine would keep the shakes away. After the dream and the horrible aftermath Tom hadn’t been able to get back to sleep and ended up at the concierge to find out where he could buy more cigarettes. By the time Gustav had knocked on his door he was already through a whole half a carton. Tom tried to eat earlier but just threw it up; he’d stick to the cigarettes.

He looked up and saw David practically bounce towards them. “Gentlemen, good morning.”

“When do we leave?” Tom cut him off abruptly. He just wanted to get on a plane and get back to Bill. The physical separation shouldn’t have been this difficult but it was no longer ignorable.

“Tomorrow evening.” David smiled.

“What?” everyone around the table asked in unison.

“Yes, we just landed a new interview and photo shoot. A very prestigious magazine wants to do a feature and they’re willing to do it without Bill, they’ll just use some standard answers from other interviews and a press picture we’ll supply. This is big news; the label is very glad the hype hasn’t died since Bill’s been… indisposed,” David said hastily as he glanced at Tom.

The guitarist slammed the cigarette in the ash tray and blew the smoke out of his nostrils. He couldn’t believe this, another day? Tom was already packed and ready to go and now he had to stay longer? “I’ll be in my fucking room,” he rasped as he took the coke from the table and didn’t look back.

~*~

Andreas pulled up to the bed and breakfast and frowned. Bill had been pretty upset when he called, and it wasn’t even ten a.m. when he received a call from his friend. He was really surprised because Bill could sleep until it was night time again but when Andreas answered the phone Bill sounded wrecked. He nodded to the man at the desk and jogged up the stairs to the second floor. Around two corners and he finally found himself at Bill’s door. He knocked before he let himself in and Andreas found his arms full of a half delirious Bill. “What’s wrong?” he asked as he closed the door.

“I haven’t been to sleep since ten last night.” Bill sniffed and breathed deeply as Andreas walked him backwards into the room.

“You were falling asleep when brought you back. You were in the bed when I left. What happened?”

“Tomi called and I wanted to talk to him but I couldn’t, I was too sleepy.” Bill rubbed his face on Andreas’s shirt and exhaled noisily. “I was too sleepy…”

“So what happened?”

“I’m pretty sure I hung up on him, but then after I think I had a bad dream.” Bill yawned again as Andreas eased them both down onto the couch. All the curtains were still drawn and the room was bathed in a dark blue light, the curtains kept out most of the sun but not all.

“You think you had a bad dream?”

“Yeah.” Bill tossed his head and moaned. Andreas knew that Bill didn’t often remember his dreams but always knew how they made him feel, and even before the pregnancy an extreme lack of sleep made the singer seem drunk. Usually by now Tom would be by Bill’s side and he would cling to his twin and fall asleep, but Tom wasn’t there.

“Tom will be back soon. His flight arrives in a couple of hours,” the blond reminded Bill gently. Usually the mere mention of Tom when he was like this would put him to sleep.

“No,” Bill whimpered and shook his head as he practically climbed into Andreas’ lap. “He’s not. He has to stay another day. Andi, I need to sleep and I can’t,” he mumbled and rested his head against Andreas’s chest. Andreas adjusted his grip until the ebony haired teen fit better in his arms and looked down at him fondly. No one could regress like Bill when he was sleepy.

“I’m sorry Bill,” he said genuinely. Andreas couldn’t stand to see Bill like this. Usually he didn’t get to; Tom would shoo everyone away and took care of Bill himself. He’d only seen it this bad one other time, the rest Tom had stepped in and absorbed Bill’s affection until he fell asleep exhausted.

“Tomi Tomi Tomi,” Bill whispered as he fisted Andreas’s shirt uncomfortably with his left hand and rubbed his stomach with right. “Baby won’t stop moving,” he mumbled and pressed his face against the blond’s neck.

Andreas froze as Bill’s breath against his neck stirred feelings he knew he shouldn’t feel at this moment. He swallowed and shifted but Bill moaned and fell asleep. Andreas looked down in shock as he realized that not only could he not lift Bill and take him to the bed, but he had an erection that refused to go away.

Shit. This could not get any more fucked up than it was. Andreas looked down at Bill’s face as he slept and just stared at each delicate feature. There was nothing to stop him now, and before he realized what happened Andreas leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to Bill’s.

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