when the gales of November come early (kishmet) wrote,
when the gales of November come early
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Avon Calling, 10/?

Avon Calling, Tokio Hotel, Bill/Tom (not related), PG-13ish. When the sexiest Avon sales representative ever shows up at Tom Kaulitz's door, Tom is forced to question his sexuality, his morals, and his woeful lack of cosmetics knowledge.

It's my first day back to school, so I'm posting this before I fall asleep on my keyboard!


"Coming!" Tom hollered belatedly, even though he wouldn't be coming in the fun way anytime soon, thanks to her interruption. He glanced at Bill, who was fumbling to open the box that had somehow ended up on his lap again. Without a word Tom reached for the latch, made one failed attempt to flick it open, and finally got it undone. Bill shot him a grateful look and started loading up the supplies he'd laid out on the coffee table while giving Tom his makeover.

Tom hopped off the couch, grabbing the remote to shut the television off. He'd almost forgotten about the Cubs game and had no idea who'd won, not bothering to pay more than a second's worth of attention to the post-game coverage. Stay, Tom mouthed to Bill, who started to shake his head.

"Tom Kaulitz, I know the ballgame is done. Drag yourself away from the beer and potato chips for a minute, would you?" Simone was struggling with the front door, burdened as she was with a couple bags full of food and other essentials.

"Sorry, Mom." Tom grimaced and adjusted himself through his baggy jeans. Fortunately, his choice of pants meant he waddled a little most of the time anyway, so his awkward jog to the front door wouldn't seem too unusual to his mother. He caught the door, letting Simone maneuver her way inside.

Simone spared him a tired smile as she passed by. "Thanks, hon-" Then she stopped and took a good look at him, and Tom's cheeks flushed as he remembered the makeup Bill had plastered on him. "Tom, what have you been doing to your face? You look like," she squinted. "That actress. The one in that film with Scarlett Johansson?"

"Oh, yeah, Natalie Portman," said Tom, trying for nonchalance. "Yeah, um, actually, we have a guest-"

"Hello, Mrs. Kaulitz," Bill spoke up from behind Tom, and Tom looked back in time to see Bill flashing his patented Avon smile again. To Bill's credit, he looked just as sleek and stylish as he had before their kisses, though his lips were slightly redder. "I'm your local Avon representative. I demonstrated a few of our fine products for your son, at his request."

Simone raised an eyebrow, and gave Tom a motherly, knowing look. "Is that so."

Tom realized abruptly that Simone had mistaken Bill for a female, and she knew her son's reputation as a player all too well after stumbling in on several of his sofa seductions. She was no doubt assuming that Tom had given the cosmetics a try simply for the sake of endearing himself to an attractive girl, which wasn't actually too far from the truth, except that as Tom had noted before, Bill didn't have any boobs. Well, she was going to figure that out sooner or later, Tom figured, so he might as well tell her the truth. He'd break it to her nice and easy, first by introducing Bill and helping Simone to understand that Bill was, in fact, a man.

'Mom, this is Bill Trumper,' Tom intended to say. What came out instead was, "Mom, I'm gay."

Bill made a faint squeaking noise, and Simone blinked. She looked from Tom to Bill and back again, either working it out or becoming more confused, Tom couldn't tell. "And this is Bill Trumper," Tom finished weakly.
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