Billdam Fic

Chapter 1

"Adam"

"Yeah?" The taller, raven-haired man turned to look at his production manager for the European leg of their tour. They were in Germany now, Berlin, for their only show in Germany. Adam loved this place, everything about it. Brad and him always talked about coming here together but, that never happened. Still, the place was nice and he was going to be performing to all his beautiful German fans, and that was all that mattered.

"Muse can't make it for the show tomorrow. We don't have an opening act." His heart sank.

"Damn. What happened to them? We can't go without an opening act."

"Food poisoning, it's really bad. I know. I contacted one of my friends here. He manages some band, Something-Hotel. They're pretty underground in the US but he says they're huge in Europe. They'll be filling in for Muse."

"Underground band? Are they good. I mean with the fans expecting Muse and all, I don't want to disappoint them."

"They're sort of good. I listened to a couple of songs, they could pass off for mainstream stuff. And if they're huge here..."

"I guess so. Thanks, Joe," he smiled at the other guy.

"Anytime, Adam," Joe said, exiting the hotel room. Adam sank onto his bed. Great, some, unknown band was going to be opening his show. He didn't even feel like doing a show tomorrow. He just wanted to get out and explore the city. The skyline across the window was epic. He reached for the remote and switched on the hotel television. Everything was in German except for the entertainment news channel

"This just in. Tokio Hotel will be opening for Adam Lambert for his show tomorrow at the Berlin Verizon Arena. Adam Lambert, who was runner-up on Season 8 of American Idol has been touring all summer, with his "Kiss and Tell" tour and is currently the biggest hit in American music. Will this, some say, teenie-band match up to the glamorous superstar?" But Adam wasn't listening to the overly made-up reporter anymore. A picture had flashed across the scene, featuring one of the most beautiful, no wait, the most beautiful, person he had seen.

"Lead singer...Bill Kaulitz..." His name was Bill.

"Bill..." He said the name to himself. Adam picked up the phone beside his bed and began to dial.

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"I was just thinking. Tokio Hotel filling in tomorrow, it's a great idea," Adam half-breathed into the phone.

"I'm glad you think that, Adam. See you in the morning. Try to get some rest and not think through the night," he laughed and hung up.

Chapter 2

"One hour to soundcheck. Dude you look like crap," Kelly came in through the door into Adam's dressing room. Adam scowled.

"You're no Miss Teen America either."

"Nothing a bit of makeup can't fix." She swept concealer under his eyes and lined them with thick eyeliner. A bit of mascara on his lashes and he was done. Except...

"I think my roots are showing." Adam ran his fingers through his fringe. He hadn't dyed his hair in 6 months. Fuck being a natural blonde.

"Yeah, they are. Wait here, i'll get the spray dye." Kelly left the room. Adam wasn't going to go anywhere. He closed his eyes and tried to doze off for a while. He hadn't slept at all last night. That face kept invading his thoughts. He had to shake it off. He had to be professional. There was a knock on the door, but Adam didn't budge. He heard the knob turn and the door creak open.

"Are you, Adam?" a voice with a think German accent shocked the sleeping singer. He didn't need to turn as he saw who came in through the mirror.

He looked even better in real life. The black hair wasn't standing up in all directions like on TV and was instead held in place by a beanie, and whatever escaped hung flat around his features. But there was no mistaking the face. Angular, pale, the eyes were sharp, but tired. Still, he was, there was no other word for it, gorgeous. He was taller than Adam expected, even though his slight frame made him look smaller, fragile. Adam was sure, if he stood up from that chair, Bill would dwarf him by at least two inches.

"I am."

"I thought so. Am I disturbing you? You seemed to be, asleep." He made to leave.

"No, no, you can stay. I mean, please stay." Adam's face flushed red, he hoped Bill hadn't noticed, but Bill was staring at his hair instead. He moved to sit down on one of the boxes against the wall.

"Roots," he pointed out. It was funny, him saying that one word with such fascination. Adam laughed, the first genuine laugh he had laughed for a long time.

"Kelly was just about to dye them for me." Both their laughter slowly faded and Adam was able to look at Bill's eyes properly. The were a deep brown, like chocolate. He caught himself staring again when Bill turned away. He was beautiful.

"You're-" the door opened and Kelly came in with the black dye. She saw Bill sitting on one of the boxes.

"Bill?"

"Hello, Kelly."

"I was just about to finish Adam off. Do you want to wait, so I can do you too?"

"Nein, it's okay. Tom is waiting in the lobby. He'll get mad if I don't come down soon."

"You better go then."

"I will. Bye, Adam." He smiled again, and opened the door. Adam watched him disappear and felt a quiet word escape his lips.

"Bye..."

Chapter 3

"Weil uns einfach nichts mehr halten kann," Bill felt the song wash over him again. He closed his eyes to immerse himself in it fully. He could feel Tom's guitar strings moving, and Gustav's drumbeats. But the song was over even before it really started, he opened his eyes again. Adam was standing at the side of the stage, leaning on the curtains and smiling. He had done his hair, there were white streaks in it now.

Bill didn't know what he was thinking. He felt a sudden pressing urge to sprint to where Adam stood, grab him by the collar, and kiss him. He shook himself and focused on the mic stand instead. Their soundcheck was over. He felt something run down the side of his face. Sweat? It wasn't even that hot. He glanced over at Adam and felt his heart skip a beat again. Soundcheck was over wasn't it? He went to the stairs and got off the stage faster than he meant to. He had to put himself as far away from Adam as possible.

The young German singer crossed a few hallways, he didn't know where he was going, and half-fell into a chair at the end of one. He wasn't sweating anymore, but his heart was beating like a sledgehammer. At the stage, his twin brother stared after him, still holding his Gibson Les Paul. He looked at Adam at the side of the stage. Bill always insisted he wasn't gay, but there was nothing remotely straight about his brother and Tom knew it.

Chapter 4

Somehow, they went through the show. Tokio Hotel with their opening set, and then Adam with his. The fans cheered for both of them. But this one time, Adam couldn't hear any one of them. There was a nagging worry at the back of his mind. His moves were awkward, his singing soulless. All he cared about was the look Bill had given him before quickly walking off the stage during soundcheck. Something was bothering the perfect creature, and he didn't know what.

Tuning Bill out wasn't an option, as he knew that would only make him think of him more. The 5 minute interval when the sets changed served as nothing, Bill was gone before Adam was ready, and Adam wasn't sure if Tokio Hotel had already left the arena. He ignored the cheers of "Encore" from the fans even though it hurt him to do it, neglected to do a signing, and went looking for Bill after the last song of his set.

Adam found him sitting on the curb behind Tokio Hotel's tour bus. His unfinished dinner was on his lap and he was wearing nothing but a shirt and jeans even though the cold was brutal. Adam shrugged off his jacket and approached Bill slowly, hardly making a noise before wrapping him slowly in it. Bill felt the gentle hands and the sudden warmth. Somehow, he guessed who it was before Adam sat down beside him.

"There's something bothering you, isn't there." Bill remained silent for a while. He was so still, he could have been dead. But he wasn't and he answered, eventually.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life, Adam." He turned up and stared at his eyes. He hadn't realized they were blue, but now he did and the color comforted him. He couldn't help it. He had only just met this man and he hated to admit it, but he was in love with Adam.

"So do I, Bill." Adam leaned forward to catch his lips in a passionate and meaningful kiss. Bill returned it. It was starting to rain, but he didn't seem to care and so Adam didn't either. He deepened the kiss and slipped his hands under the jacket, feeling Bill's angular body. The other guy's hands were woven into Adam's short, spiky hair. They didn't feel the need to breathe either.

They didn't stop until the rain came down in full force, drenching both of them and Adam saw fit to take Bill by the waist and lead him into his tour bus before he could get sick. Adam bunk was small, but cosy and they spent the night huddled up with each other, until Bill fell asleep on his chest. He watched Bill sleep. His slow, gentle breathing was calming to the runner-up American Idol, and before he knew it, he was passed out himself.