Thunderstorm
♥ FLUFF FRIDAY! ♥
Short, hopefully fluffy enough, genfic.
Thank you to 4am_secret for the beta.
Darkness. Not complete, but dark enough that it was difficult to make out anything but weird silhouettes within the room. The only light was the glow from the billboard however many stories below, on the building next to the hotel. The glow was eerie, not quite distinct in colour and in the rain that was lashing against the window it looked like a deformed rainbow glinting in the sun. Bill's room was on the 12th floor along with the rest of the band. Tom's room was, as usual, through an adjoining door and the G's were across the hall. It was another night in a hotel, in another city for another tour. He tried to remember exactly which city it was that they had arrived in earlier but failed; he was too tired. The only noise was the ticking of the travel clock on the bedside table, soft and constant, the sound of traffic below effectively blocked by the many stories between him and the street. Within the hotel, all was quiet as most normal people were asleep.
He checked his phone. 3:00 am. He'd only been asleep a few hours then at most. Sighing, Bill threw his arms above his head and lay there in the big, soft bed and contemplated what had woken him, when a brilliant white light lit the room, temporarily burning the room's impression on his retina. There followed a low rumble a few seconds later in the distance, Bill blinked a few times to clear his vision, tensing when the lightning flashed again.
Thunderstorm. He threw back the covers as the thunder rumbled a little closer and padded over to the window to look up at the sky. It was always hard to see the sky in a big city, lost high among the sky scrapers. Usually you couldn't see the stars as the glare of the city lights was always too bright, but he could vaguely make out the frightened clouds scurrying across the sky, trying to escape the Gods' wrath. Bill was thinking about how he really needed to sleep when the lightning flashed again, closely followed by a boom that made the windows shudder in fear. The door between his and Tom's room opened and Tom walked in.
“I wondered if it had woken you,” Tom said smiling, and came to stand with Bill at the window.
“Yeah, I wasn't sure what woke me at first.”
“Are you okay?” Tom looked sideways at his brother.
“Tom, I'm not afraid of thunderstorms anymore.” Bill sighed, annoyed.
Another flash and a loud boom shook the room again and Bill winced, then grinned sheepishly at Tom
“Okay, so maybe they make me uneasy,” Bill said.
Tom stepped closer and took Bill's hand in his.
“Remember when we were little, and you'd jump across the gap between our beds and hide at the bottom of my bed till the storm passed?” Tom said, gently squeezing Bill's hand.
“Yeah, and you'd let me sleep with you for the rest of the night 'cause I was too scared to go back to my bed.” Bill smiled at Tom. “Thunderstorms were the best.”
Flash and rumble, Bill and Tom stood close together, hands entwined, at the window. Identical faces stared up at the sky, watching the storm.
~*~*~*~*~
Bill woke in the morning to David knocking on the door with their 30 minute wake up call. He rolled over, drowsy, and nudged Tom awake. Tom mumbled something incoherent at him and flopped onto his stomach. Bill smiled at his twin’s reluctance to wake, as they were both still tired. After being late to bed, Tom had stayed up with him and watched the storm pass, and when Bill realised he was cold and went back to bed, his hand was still clasped in Tom's, and it was just right that Tom should stay. It reminded him of home and nights long ago, and Tom had curled up behind him and together they had fallen into a deep, relaxing sleep. Bill smiled.
“I'm going to have a shower,” he said to the prostrate figure next to him.
“Mrump,” was all the reply he got from Tom as he slid from the bed.
Bill disappeared into the bathroom and soon Tom could hear the shower running. He rolled back onto his side and stared at the window. Out in the hotel corridor he could hear David talking with someone, probably Tobi, about the details of the morning’s photo shoot.
Tom wondered what colour the sky would be this morning, then smiled as he thought about last night and watching the thunderstorm with Bill. He was amused by the way Bill would jump at the thunderclaps; he knew Bill wasn't scared of thunderstorms anymore, but Tom couldn't help wanting to be there with him as he watched it pass. His twin may not be scared but he couldn't sleep through a storm. It was almost like Bill had to watch it pass to be sure it was gone and then he could relax again. Bill was fascinated by the way the lightning lit up the sky, and counted the seconds between the lightning flash and the roll of thunder. It was a given now, and Tom had wanted to share that moment with his brother, like they had done so many times before.
David knocked on the door again, '20 minutes,' was the call, and the final countdown was on. Tom groaned as he realised he needed to be up and ready to go soon. Shower, breakfast, photo shoot. A reminder of how much their lives had changed from little boys they were all those years ago, but no matter the fame, the money, the travel, they'd always be together facing any storm that came their way.
Short, hopefully fluffy enough, genfic.
Thank you to 4am_secret for the beta.
Darkness. Not complete, but dark enough that it was difficult to make out anything but weird silhouettes within the room. The only light was the glow from the billboard however many stories below, on the building next to the hotel. The glow was eerie, not quite distinct in colour and in the rain that was lashing against the window it looked like a deformed rainbow glinting in the sun. Bill's room was on the 12th floor along with the rest of the band. Tom's room was, as usual, through an adjoining door and the G's were across the hall. It was another night in a hotel, in another city for another tour. He tried to remember exactly which city it was that they had arrived in earlier but failed; he was too tired. The only noise was the ticking of the travel clock on the bedside table, soft and constant, the sound of traffic below effectively blocked by the many stories between him and the street. Within the hotel, all was quiet as most normal people were asleep.
He checked his phone. 3:00 am. He'd only been asleep a few hours then at most. Sighing, Bill threw his arms above his head and lay there in the big, soft bed and contemplated what had woken him, when a brilliant white light lit the room, temporarily burning the room's impression on his retina. There followed a low rumble a few seconds later in the distance, Bill blinked a few times to clear his vision, tensing when the lightning flashed again.
Thunderstorm. He threw back the covers as the thunder rumbled a little closer and padded over to the window to look up at the sky. It was always hard to see the sky in a big city, lost high among the sky scrapers. Usually you couldn't see the stars as the glare of the city lights was always too bright, but he could vaguely make out the frightened clouds scurrying across the sky, trying to escape the Gods' wrath. Bill was thinking about how he really needed to sleep when the lightning flashed again, closely followed by a boom that made the windows shudder in fear. The door between his and Tom's room opened and Tom walked in.
“I wondered if it had woken you,” Tom said smiling, and came to stand with Bill at the window.
“Yeah, I wasn't sure what woke me at first.”
“Are you okay?” Tom looked sideways at his brother.
“Tom, I'm not afraid of thunderstorms anymore.” Bill sighed, annoyed.
Another flash and a loud boom shook the room again and Bill winced, then grinned sheepishly at Tom
“Okay, so maybe they make me uneasy,” Bill said.
Tom stepped closer and took Bill's hand in his.
“Remember when we were little, and you'd jump across the gap between our beds and hide at the bottom of my bed till the storm passed?” Tom said, gently squeezing Bill's hand.
“Yeah, and you'd let me sleep with you for the rest of the night 'cause I was too scared to go back to my bed.” Bill smiled at Tom. “Thunderstorms were the best.”
Flash and rumble, Bill and Tom stood close together, hands entwined, at the window. Identical faces stared up at the sky, watching the storm.
~*~*~*~*~
Bill woke in the morning to David knocking on the door with their 30 minute wake up call. He rolled over, drowsy, and nudged Tom awake. Tom mumbled something incoherent at him and flopped onto his stomach. Bill smiled at his twin’s reluctance to wake, as they were both still tired. After being late to bed, Tom had stayed up with him and watched the storm pass, and when Bill realised he was cold and went back to bed, his hand was still clasped in Tom's, and it was just right that Tom should stay. It reminded him of home and nights long ago, and Tom had curled up behind him and together they had fallen into a deep, relaxing sleep. Bill smiled.
“I'm going to have a shower,” he said to the prostrate figure next to him.
“Mrump,” was all the reply he got from Tom as he slid from the bed.
Bill disappeared into the bathroom and soon Tom could hear the shower running. He rolled back onto his side and stared at the window. Out in the hotel corridor he could hear David talking with someone, probably Tobi, about the details of the morning’s photo shoot.
Tom wondered what colour the sky would be this morning, then smiled as he thought about last night and watching the thunderstorm with Bill. He was amused by the way Bill would jump at the thunderclaps; he knew Bill wasn't scared of thunderstorms anymore, but Tom couldn't help wanting to be there with him as he watched it pass. His twin may not be scared but he couldn't sleep through a storm. It was almost like Bill had to watch it pass to be sure it was gone and then he could relax again. Bill was fascinated by the way the lightning lit up the sky, and counted the seconds between the lightning flash and the roll of thunder. It was a given now, and Tom had wanted to share that moment with his brother, like they had done so many times before.
David knocked on the door again, '20 minutes,' was the call, and the final countdown was on. Tom groaned as he realised he needed to be up and ready to go soon. Shower, breakfast, photo shoot. A reminder of how much their lives had changed from little boys they were all those years ago, but no matter the fame, the money, the travel, they'd always be together facing any storm that came their way.