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Imagine Bill was in surgery. Tom was pacing around the waiting area, grumbling to his two other bandmates about how long it was taking them to help Bill. His feet were making a trench in the tiles, rubbing his face from the exhaustion of worrying about his brother. He felt sick to his stomach every time he thought about something going wrong and them coming out to tell him that his twin had complications. He was frightened, not liking being away from his twin like this.
"It’s okay Tom," Georg tried to convince him, but nothing the two band mates were saying was very convincing to the youngest of them there. Tom needed to see his brother to believe that he was alright. "You know he’s going to be good as new, singing and yelling and swearing like he normally does."
Tom paled at how many thoughts were going through his mind. Things like them making a mistake, and cutting something they were not supposed to, causing Bill to bleed uncontrollably and die a slow painful death. He was shaking with fear, rubbing his forehead and taking a peak to look at the wall clock again. Barely two minutes had passed since the last time he check. He bit his lip hard, needing to feel something besides the pain welling in his chest from not knowing what was going on.
Georg sensed how upset he was, walking over to his best friend and pulling him in for a tight hug. Tom held him back tighter, shoving his face in the bassists shoulder. He mumbled into his shirt. “I’m scared.”
Imagine that it’s Bills first time, eighteen years old and nervous as hell. He had waited and saved himself for the person he loved the most, and that night, they were going to make love. His lithe naked body is lying on the bed, surrounded by the mess of sheets and pillows strewn across the mattress to make room for them. His legs were shaking, slightly from the odd coldness of the room, and partly because Tom was sitting in between them and rubbing his thighs comfortingly. His brother knew how scared Bill was, but he was as careful as possible as he crawled over Bill, hovering his body on top of his and looked down at his beautiful face. His hair splayed out across the pillow and his makeup still perfect from earlier; he looked like angelic perfection without the halo.
Bill murmured something about being nervous as Tom’s hand reached up and stroked his cheek affectionately, giving him a comforting smile before he kissed his soft lips. He promised he was going to take care of him and he wasn’t going to let him hurt for a minute; Bill felt calmer, kissing his lovers lips again and nodding his head.