Fic: Monsoon
Mar. 29th, 2011 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leandraholmesTitle: Monsoon
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: mild R for some language
Genre: fluffy crack
Summary: What happens when one of Zach's many female friends is a huge Tokio Hotel fan and talks him into going to a concert with her?
Disclaimer: I own neither Chris, nor Zach, nor Tokio Hotel or any weird looking chickens. Zach's friend Jen is mine, though.
A/N: I'll dedicate this fic to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sorion because she actually gave me the idea here.
I, myself, am not a Tokio Hotel fan, but I suppose I might actually be impressed if I ever saw them live because yes, they are true musicians, no matter if I usually like them or not. Not gonna say more whose position in the fic I'd take in real life, but you'll probably be able to guess ;)
Also, I am slightly embarrassed about this... Guess part of me is still 'traumatized' by all the screaming fangirl hype that used to be TH some years ago :D *cough* I should simply not care, lol.
And furthermore: DAMNIT I suck at finding titles sometimes. Wanted a TH song title but I actually don't know enough about them to pick one that sounds recognizable and fitting. So err... lame title is lame. Have a better suggestion? Hit me ^^
"And, it was like actually really amazing, especially the stage design. Sort of the evolution of Glam Rock grandeur but totally modern and fresh. And I was really impressed when Jen told me about their whole history, the places they used to play before they became big and evolved from a teenage garage band into this, like, really epic rock band. I mean seriously, by John Lennon's definition they are totally Rock 'n' Roll."
Zach only took a breath for one second, and another large gulp of the water bottle he had earlier snatched from Chris' hands – he had actually wanted to drink that himself! Flopping down onto the couch, Zach immediate assumed his 'I'm so giddy and want to chat' cross-legged yoga-position, facing Chris who found himself nodding and forcing a smile here and there.
"Did you know that they had huge problems with their first management? They wanted to turn them into some kind of mainstream-compatible boyband to appeal to a broader audience. Imagine that. I suppose they could kick themselves in the ass right now for ever losing them. Oh, and when –"
Chris wasn't really listening anymore. He was tired beyond belief, but he had waited up for Zach to come home after the concert in the hope of his boyfriend just collapsing in bed with him. Which would have been the thing to expect if Zach's initial 'Ugh yeah she invited me and I'm going there with her so she doesn't have to go alone' hadn't turned into 'OHMYFUCKINGGOD they're so OSSUM' crap. And this annoyed him, also beyond belief, because it was the first night in over two weeks that they actually were able to spend together – what with their busy schedules always in the way. Bad enough that Chris hadn't gotten laid in over two weeks, but that he wouldn't at least get some quality cuddling time with his boyfriend was a real downer.
"And you can see that they're all very passionate, talented musicians. I mean like real musicians. Not some synthetically cast together commerce shit."
"Woah, Jen really brainwashed you, didn't she?" Chris couldn't help it any longer but made sure to smirk tiredly to make up for the rather sarcastic undertone.
Zach didn't even notice. He grinned and put a hand to his chest. "Hey, I've never been one to repudiate talent and achievement when I see it, even if it doesn't necessarily match my usual preferences."
"Uh huh, yeah. I'm sure they're great in their own way," Chris agreed half-heartedly.
"Oh man, that they are. And that Bill? He's a real live wire. Not just a lead singer but a real leading man. Mick Jagger comes to mind, actually."
"What?" Now Chris really couldn't hold back any longer. "You mean that weird guy that totally looks like a chicken?"
Zach blinked. "A chicken?"
"Yeah, you know, those odd chickens with the big fuzzy… hair… feathers. Whatever," he explained, indicating the proportions of the hairstyle he was trying to describe with his hands.
"Like a crowned crane bird?"
Chris frowned and twisted his brow. "I… suppose. Whatever man! He just looks odd. And you sound like a complete fangirl!"
Zach blinked again as he regarded Chris for a moment. One eyebrow arched upward for the fraction of a second before brown eyes widened and a half smiling, half scandalized expression appeared on his features. "Oh my God. You're jealous!"
"No I'm not!" Chris quickly replied, his voice now slightly raised with annoyance at both the implications and this entire conversation.
"Oh yes you are," Zach said and the grin on his features got really mischievous now. Obviously the thought of Chris being jealous and sulky – not that he was! – didn't even bother him. No, it amused him. That asshole!
"What? Were you thinking I was standing in line after the concert with all the underage girls with hearts in their eyes to get Bill's autograph? Awww. And maybe also his phone number. Because ohmygawd, he's sooo cute!"
"Stop mocking me!" Chris whined, now not only mildly annoyed but bordering on being seriously pissed – yet his mouth somehow didn't agree with him, twitching upward beyond his control in a hinted smirk. Why did Zach have to be so funny when he was being a dick? "And dude! That's sick. Isn't he like… sixteen or something?"
"No, I think twenty or twenty-one. He's legal."
"But he looks like sixteen. A sixteen year old GIRL, actually. And, and… the hair!!"
"Are you really judging someone by their appearance? I am disappointed in you, Christopher," Zach said seriously and heaved a sigh, shaking his head.
Okay, so maybe Chris was over-reacting a little. Maybe he was even being ridiculous, sitting here with his arms crossed in front of his chest, pouting… sulking! But he was tired and cold and thirsty and he had missed Zach so much.
"What the fuck are you singing?" Chris suddenly said, turning around to face his boyfriend who was sitting there right next to him, having the nerve to grin all smugly and annoyingly while he was singing.
"Monsoon. Or actually, the original German version 'Durch den Monsun'."
"You don't even speak German!"
Zach shrugged. "Maybe I'll learn it. Guten Abend. Ein Bier bitte. Danke. See?"
Chris made a mental note to ask Karl if he knew how to say 'fuck you' in German.
"I thought they sing in English."
"Well, yeah, they do, actually. But Jen put on one of their German albums on our way back," Zach explained cheerfully, only adding to Chris' annoyance.
"Shouldn't they sing Japanese?" Chris asked, his voice now clearly showing his bad mood. "Tokio Hotel, pff. What kinda name is that even? It's silly. This whole band is silly. You liking it is silly."
"Forgive me, but apparently not everyone can be as mature and wise as you," Zach said with a faked solemn tone and batted his eyelashes.
And that was it. For one second, Chris got so mad that he almost thought about getting up and storming off, slamming the door behind him, when in the next second all the annoyance and anger evaporated and, with the last remaining bit of his conscious mind and wits, was released in an amused giggle. Amused but also a little embarrassed at his own ridiculous reactions. He laughed out again and covered his eyes with one hand, shaking his head at himself.
"You're still a dick, though, you know that?" He snorted, feeling his cheeks burn slightly before he looked back up at Zach.
His boyfriend only raised his eyebrows, a slightly crooked smile on his lips before he leaned in and put one hand on Chris' neck, fingertips caressing his short hair.
"You know the only rock star I'd ever want to fuck is you if you decide giving up acting and pursue a career as musician," he said, still sort of mocking Chris with both his words and facial expressions but probably also with some truth to the statement. Chris found himself smiling earnestly at that. "Or…" Zach started then, his brow furrowed as he looked up into the air, "a younger Mick Jagger. But unless time travel really gets invented sometime soon you'll have me all to yourself."
"Eww, Mick Jagger," Chris said, now as playful in his disapproval as Zach was in his mockery.
"Babe, you're so shallow sometimes," Zach said and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Chris' cheek, his hand still lingering at the back of his neck in gentle caresses. "Sorry that I got home so late. I know you missed me," he barely more than whispered now as he looked straight into Chris' eyes, his features as gentle as his touch. "But I'm gonna make it up to you."
"Mmmph," Chris sighed. "I'm way too tired for that."
"Yes you are. Which explains why you're being whiny and irrational. But I actually meant tomorrow morning. We've got almost the entire day to ourselves. I can make you pancakes for breakfast, which I'll be serving in bed because then I can lick maple syrup from your amazingly hot body. And then I'll make love to you all morning. How does that sound?"
It sounded more than good, so good actually that, even though Chris had been and still was absofuckinglutely tired, he felt his cock twitch slightly in his jogging pants. He knew that tonight it would not show any more activity than that, however. "Sounds great," he said and leaned in closer to his boyfriend, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he breathed in the familiar scent and felt the warmth of Zach's embrace making him even drowsier.
"Good. Then let's go to sleep." Zach had hardly finished speaking when he already got up from the couch, gently but firmly pulling Chris to his feet and with him in direction of the bedroom. Or at least it felt like they were walking there because Chris could hardly open his eyes anymore.
"Just do me a favor, kay?" he asked as they stopped at the bedroom entrance to open the door.
"Anything."
"Don't. Ever. Sing that song again."
The only reply he got was a breathy laugh coming from Zach, neither agreement nor the opposite. But then again, when they finally lay down and Chris was being pulled against Zach's chest, he thought that he actually didn't really care.
Thank God Jen hadn't taken Zach to a Justin Bieber concert.
~ The End ~
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: mild R for some language
Genre: fluffy crack
Summary: What happens when one of Zach's many female friends is a huge Tokio Hotel fan and talks him into going to a concert with her?
Disclaimer: I own neither Chris, nor Zach, nor Tokio Hotel or any weird looking chickens. Zach's friend Jen is mine, though.
A/N: I'll dedicate this fic to
sorion because she actually gave me the idea here. I, myself, am not a Tokio Hotel fan, but I suppose I might actually be impressed if I ever saw them live because yes, they are true musicians, no matter if I usually like them or not. Not gonna say more whose position in the fic I'd take in real life, but you'll probably be able to guess ;)
Also, I am slightly embarrassed about this... Guess part of me is still 'traumatized' by all the screaming fangirl hype that used to be TH some years ago :D *cough* I should simply not care, lol.
And furthermore: DAMNIT I suck at finding titles sometimes. Wanted a TH song title but I actually don't know enough about them to pick one that sounds recognizable and fitting. So err... lame title is lame. Have a better suggestion? Hit me ^^
"And, it was like actually really amazing, especially the stage design. Sort of the evolution of Glam Rock grandeur but totally modern and fresh. And I was really impressed when Jen told me about their whole history, the places they used to play before they became big and evolved from a teenage garage band into this, like, really epic rock band. I mean seriously, by John Lennon's definition they are totally Rock 'n' Roll."
Zach only took a breath for one second, and another large gulp of the water bottle he had earlier snatched from Chris' hands – he had actually wanted to drink that himself! Flopping down onto the couch, Zach immediate assumed his 'I'm so giddy and want to chat' cross-legged yoga-position, facing Chris who found himself nodding and forcing a smile here and there.
"Did you know that they had huge problems with their first management? They wanted to turn them into some kind of mainstream-compatible boyband to appeal to a broader audience. Imagine that. I suppose they could kick themselves in the ass right now for ever losing them. Oh, and when –"
Chris wasn't really listening anymore. He was tired beyond belief, but he had waited up for Zach to come home after the concert in the hope of his boyfriend just collapsing in bed with him. Which would have been the thing to expect if Zach's initial 'Ugh yeah she invited me and I'm going there with her so she doesn't have to go alone' hadn't turned into 'OHMYFUCKINGGOD they're so OSSUM' crap. And this annoyed him, also beyond belief, because it was the first night in over two weeks that they actually were able to spend together – what with their busy schedules always in the way. Bad enough that Chris hadn't gotten laid in over two weeks, but that he wouldn't at least get some quality cuddling time with his boyfriend was a real downer.
"And you can see that they're all very passionate, talented musicians. I mean like real musicians. Not some synthetically cast together commerce shit."
"Woah, Jen really brainwashed you, didn't she?" Chris couldn't help it any longer but made sure to smirk tiredly to make up for the rather sarcastic undertone.
Zach didn't even notice. He grinned and put a hand to his chest. "Hey, I've never been one to repudiate talent and achievement when I see it, even if it doesn't necessarily match my usual preferences."
"Uh huh, yeah. I'm sure they're great in their own way," Chris agreed half-heartedly.
"Oh man, that they are. And that Bill? He's a real live wire. Not just a lead singer but a real leading man. Mick Jagger comes to mind, actually."
"What?" Now Chris really couldn't hold back any longer. "You mean that weird guy that totally looks like a chicken?"
Zach blinked. "A chicken?"
"Yeah, you know, those odd chickens with the big fuzzy… hair… feathers. Whatever," he explained, indicating the proportions of the hairstyle he was trying to describe with his hands.
"Like a crowned crane bird?"
Chris frowned and twisted his brow. "I… suppose. Whatever man! He just looks odd. And you sound like a complete fangirl!"
Zach blinked again as he regarded Chris for a moment. One eyebrow arched upward for the fraction of a second before brown eyes widened and a half smiling, half scandalized expression appeared on his features. "Oh my God. You're jealous!"
"No I'm not!" Chris quickly replied, his voice now slightly raised with annoyance at both the implications and this entire conversation.
"Oh yes you are," Zach said and the grin on his features got really mischievous now. Obviously the thought of Chris being jealous and sulky – not that he was! – didn't even bother him. No, it amused him. That asshole!
"What? Were you thinking I was standing in line after the concert with all the underage girls with hearts in their eyes to get Bill's autograph? Awww. And maybe also his phone number. Because ohmygawd, he's sooo cute!"
"Stop mocking me!" Chris whined, now not only mildly annoyed but bordering on being seriously pissed – yet his mouth somehow didn't agree with him, twitching upward beyond his control in a hinted smirk. Why did Zach have to be so funny when he was being a dick? "And dude! That's sick. Isn't he like… sixteen or something?"
"No, I think twenty or twenty-one. He's legal."
"But he looks like sixteen. A sixteen year old GIRL, actually. And, and… the hair!!"
"Are you really judging someone by their appearance? I am disappointed in you, Christopher," Zach said seriously and heaved a sigh, shaking his head.
Okay, so maybe Chris was over-reacting a little. Maybe he was even being ridiculous, sitting here with his arms crossed in front of his chest, pouting… sulking! But he was tired and cold and thirsty and he had missed Zach so much.
"What the fuck are you singing?" Chris suddenly said, turning around to face his boyfriend who was sitting there right next to him, having the nerve to grin all smugly and annoyingly while he was singing.
"Monsoon. Or actually, the original German version 'Durch den Monsun'."
"You don't even speak German!"
Zach shrugged. "Maybe I'll learn it. Guten Abend. Ein Bier bitte. Danke. See?"
Chris made a mental note to ask Karl if he knew how to say 'fuck you' in German.
"I thought they sing in English."
"Well, yeah, they do, actually. But Jen put on one of their German albums on our way back," Zach explained cheerfully, only adding to Chris' annoyance.
"Shouldn't they sing Japanese?" Chris asked, his voice now clearly showing his bad mood. "Tokio Hotel, pff. What kinda name is that even? It's silly. This whole band is silly. You liking it is silly."
"Forgive me, but apparently not everyone can be as mature and wise as you," Zach said with a faked solemn tone and batted his eyelashes.
And that was it. For one second, Chris got so mad that he almost thought about getting up and storming off, slamming the door behind him, when in the next second all the annoyance and anger evaporated and, with the last remaining bit of his conscious mind and wits, was released in an amused giggle. Amused but also a little embarrassed at his own ridiculous reactions. He laughed out again and covered his eyes with one hand, shaking his head at himself.
"You're still a dick, though, you know that?" He snorted, feeling his cheeks burn slightly before he looked back up at Zach.
His boyfriend only raised his eyebrows, a slightly crooked smile on his lips before he leaned in and put one hand on Chris' neck, fingertips caressing his short hair.
"You know the only rock star I'd ever want to fuck is you if you decide giving up acting and pursue a career as musician," he said, still sort of mocking Chris with both his words and facial expressions but probably also with some truth to the statement. Chris found himself smiling earnestly at that. "Or…" Zach started then, his brow furrowed as he looked up into the air, "a younger Mick Jagger. But unless time travel really gets invented sometime soon you'll have me all to yourself."
"Eww, Mick Jagger," Chris said, now as playful in his disapproval as Zach was in his mockery.
"Babe, you're so shallow sometimes," Zach said and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Chris' cheek, his hand still lingering at the back of his neck in gentle caresses. "Sorry that I got home so late. I know you missed me," he barely more than whispered now as he looked straight into Chris' eyes, his features as gentle as his touch. "But I'm gonna make it up to you."
"Mmmph," Chris sighed. "I'm way too tired for that."
"Yes you are. Which explains why you're being whiny and irrational. But I actually meant tomorrow morning. We've got almost the entire day to ourselves. I can make you pancakes for breakfast, which I'll be serving in bed because then I can lick maple syrup from your amazingly hot body. And then I'll make love to you all morning. How does that sound?"
It sounded more than good, so good actually that, even though Chris had been and still was absofuckinglutely tired, he felt his cock twitch slightly in his jogging pants. He knew that tonight it would not show any more activity than that, however. "Sounds great," he said and leaned in closer to his boyfriend, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he breathed in the familiar scent and felt the warmth of Zach's embrace making him even drowsier.
"Good. Then let's go to sleep." Zach had hardly finished speaking when he already got up from the couch, gently but firmly pulling Chris to his feet and with him in direction of the bedroom. Or at least it felt like they were walking there because Chris could hardly open his eyes anymore.
"Just do me a favor, kay?" he asked as they stopped at the bedroom entrance to open the door.
"Anything."
"Don't. Ever. Sing that song again."
The only reply he got was a breathy laugh coming from Zach, neither agreement nor the opposite. But then again, when they finally lay down and Chris was being pulled against Zach's chest, he thought that he actually didn't really care.
Thank God Jen hadn't taken Zach to a Justin Bieber concert.
~ The End ~
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Date: 2011-03-29 01:36 pm (UTC)When did you manage to write that? We were still talking about it this morning O_o
Also... LOOOL
Zach threatening to learn German is a very amusing thought :3 His pronunciation is quite good. Not as good as Chris', but good. And he could ask Karl-Heinz for advice too XD
That was fun! Thanks :)
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Date: 2011-03-29 01:38 pm (UTC)And hahahaha the name Karl-Heinz amuses me beyond belief! It's because when you think about people with that name here... It's just so funny :D
Glad you liked it :D A bit difficult for me to get the details right because as I've said I don't know that much about TH, but apparently you had nothing to criticize ;)
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Date: 2011-03-29 02:14 pm (UTC)Yes! I always call him Karl-Heinz though. Usually, nobody knows who I'm talking about XD
Well, since Zach didn't go into it too deeply after only one concert, it was perfectly fine ;)
Except that I think Sony dropped them because there was a change in the company management, and the new boss didn't want to work with the kids, so they dropped them. Yeah... some guys got fired after that XD (I think Bill just bit anyone in the leg who dared to suggest he wear/do/say what they wanted him to LOL and they never signed any contracts forcing them into a particular style.)
Other than that, you're getting no complaints :) And I'm being nitpicky ^-^'''
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Date: 2011-03-29 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-29 02:29 pm (UTC)Universal is... yeah. Universal, and annoying as a default setting ^-^' Right now, I think they have a distribution only contract, so it's thinkable that it was tighter before... :)
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