Haunted: The Honeymoon (2013)
Bam stared at the TV with equal measures of horror, fascination and a strange sense of pride.
“Baby?” he yelled.
“Yes my love?” Ville called back from the kitchen of the tiny apartment they'd borrowed for their honeymoon.
“You know how we asked the guys to out us so we wouldn't get the backlash from our companies?”
Ville walked into the sitting room, drying his hands on a towel. “Yes love, why? What have they done?”
Bam pointed at the TV. He'd been flicking through the channels and had hit E! News just as the feature had started.
“Oh my God,” Ville breathed. “How the hell did they get hold of that tape?”
“I smell a rat,” Bam said, still staring at the TV. “And that rat's name would be Ryan.”
“I know we wanted them to out us but that's private Bam.”
“I know baby, I know,” Bam sighed. “I guess at least there's no way anyone can deny it.”
“Well of course they can't, we're having sex on it.”
Bam bit his lip. He loved that tape, Ryan had certainly picked a good one. Not only did they have amazing sex on it but they were incredibly sappy too. There was no denying that they were in a fully committed relationship. Obviously, they couldn't show much on primetime television but the image of him sitting straddled on his lover's lap, both of them naked and wrapped round each other was incredibly hot. He knew just how deep inside his body Ville was buried and he shivered needily.
“Baby,” he murmured, swallowing hard as he turned to look at his lover again. Darkened green eyes fixed on him and Ville untied the belt on his robe, letting it fall open, his cock half-hard and rising rapidly.
“Oh yeah baby,” Bam said with a lascivious grin, holding out his hand. Ville walked round the couch and took his hand, letting him pull him closer to stand between his legs. “Mmm, so hot baby,” he said softly, running his hands up his lover's slim thighs to grasp his hips and pull him closer.
“What are you going to do about it?” Ville asked, cupping the back of his neck.
“Well baby, I was thinking I could either jack you off until you come on my face or suck you off until you come down my throat,” Bam said, staring at his lover's dick and licking his lips but making no move to touch. Ville grunted, hips jerking as his cock hardened completely and a drop of precome welled up temptingly.
“How about a bit of both darling?”
“How do you mean?” Bam asked, pretending he didn't know exactly what his husband wanted.
“Let me fuck your mouth until I'm ready to come then I'll come all over your face.”
Bam's gut tightened, balls aching, cock dripping with need and desire for the older man but still he made no move to touch. “I suppose that's a possibility.”
“Oh really?” Ville said, his voice beautifully strained as he shifted forward, the tip of his cock rubbing wetly over Bam's lips. “What would you suggest?”
Groaning quietly, Bam leaned back and licked the precome from his lips with a small shiver of desire. “I could let you fuck my mouth while I play with your ass and then when you're ready to come you could sit on my cock and ride me till we both come.”
“Fuck,” Ville gasped, his cock jerking again, precome spurting out against his lips.
“Exactly,” Bam said licking his lips again eagerly, swallowing and breathing deeply to try and regain some control, his need growing unbearable.
“How about I bend over the couch and you rim me until I'm ready to come and then you fuck me. Hard,” Ville suggested.
“Oh fuck baby, we'd better do something fast or I'm gonna come just talking about it,” Bam panted, dropping into his lap to squeeze the base of his dick.
Ville's lips spread into an evil grin and he shoved his robe off. “I win.”
“You win?” Bam snorted, standing and grabbing the lube to quickly slick up his dick, groaning in anticipation as Ville knelt on the couch and bent over the back. “Fuck that's hot,” he muttered, moving behind his lover and palming his firm ass. He leaned in and kissed the base of Ville's spine, then licked down the crease to the soft hair of his balls.
“Oh fuck darling,” Ville breathed, arching his back to push his ass against him.
“Mmm yeah baby,” Bam murmured, pushing Ville's asscheeks further apart and lapping up to the entrance to his body. His lover tasted so good it made his dick ache with the need to bury himself deep inside that heat.
“Oh fuck,” Ville groaned. “Fuck yes Bam, my love, please.”
Ville rocked back against every lick and thrust of tongue into his body and Bam gripped his hips tighter, holding him still as he teased his lover with long, slow licks along the whole crease and tiny, quick circles around the entrance to his body.
“Oh God, oh God Bam, fuck me, darling please, fuck me,” Ville begged, pushing desperately against his hands. Moaning quietly, Bam kissed his way up his lover's spine to his neck and bit down gently as he pushed his cock into Ville's body. The tightness gripped him, almost pulling him into the silken heat of his husband's ass.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered. “Baby you feel so good.”
“You too darling,” Ville said with a low groan, shoving his hips back to take him all the way inside.
“Ville!” Bam gasped, burying his face in his lover's neck as he slid his arms round his waist and bucked hard into him. Ville squeezed down around him and Bam gasped. “Oh God, I'm gonna come so fucking hard, too fucking fast,” he groaned.
“Don't care, fuck me,” Ville groaned, reaching back to grasp his hip and pull him in hard.
“Oh God I love you,” Bam whispered, holding on tighter as he fucked his lover harder, his chest sliding over Ville's back, both of them slick with sweat. Every muscle was tight, every nerve tingling with lustful pleasure. He needed to come, ached to come, to fill and mark his beloved husband.
“I love you too my darling,” Ville gasped, thrusting back harder and faster against him. Bam could feel Ville jacking off and it was too much. He jerked harder into the older man, pleasure tearing through every fibre and he cried out helplessly as he came, shooting hard deep into his lover.
“Bam,” Ville gasped, his body trembling under Bam as he came with him, ass clenching down hard around him and shocking ripples of pleasure through him again.
“Mmm baby,” Bam whispered happily, kissing his lovers neck and hugging him tightly.
“That was amazing my love.”
“Yeah,” Bam murmured. “Always with you baby.” He lifted up and eased out of his lover's body, sitting on the couch and dragging Ville down onto his lap.
“So what do we do now baby?”
“Well I don't know love, I wasn't expecting to be outed quite so spectacularly you know?”
Bam sighed. “I know baby, me either but it's done now, the best all our companies can hope for now is that we give someone a good interview.”
“I suppose so but I think first of all, I will be having a word with Ryan.”
“What, now?” Bam asked in surprise.”
“Yes darling.” Ville reached over to the coffee table for his cell and switched it on. He sighed as it beeped several times. “Fifteen messages.”
Bam winced. “I wonder how many I've got.”
“We're on our honeymoon darling, I'm ignoring them.”
Bam smiled and leaned up to kiss him quickly as Ville speed-dialled Ryan. “Put it on speaker, I wanna hear.”
Ville nodded and pressed the button to allow him to hear both sides of the conversation.
“Hei Ville,” Ryan said, sounding a little subdued.
“Ryan,” Ville started sternly. “Is there something you want to tell us?”
“Is Bam there too?”
“Course I am.”
“Guys, I'm sorry, I really couldn't think of anything else.”
“You couldn't?” Ville snapped.
“Ville, believe me, this was last resort, nothing else worked.” There was a sigh and a long pause and Ville frowned.
“Ryan, what is it?”
“This didn't work either.”
“What?” Bam exclaimed. “It's a fucking sex tape, what do you mean it didn't work?”
“Word on the 'net is that it's a Jackass sketch for the new film, that or a prank.”
“What?” Ville sighed and leaned against Bam, cuddling close. “How can they not know? How can they not see how much I love him?”
“I'm sorry Ville,” Ryan said quietly. Bam took the phone from his lover.
“Thanks for trying Ryan, talk later okay?”
“Sure, bye Bam.”
Bam hung up and wwrapped his arms round his husband tightly.
“I don't understand why it's so hard,” Ville whispered, sounding tearful. “Everyone in Finland knows, everyone in the skating world knows, half the music industry knows, how can it be so hard to come out?”
“Baby, it'll be okay, I promise,” Bam whispered. “We don't go home for another week, so let's fix it while we're still unreachable.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean call Paul and tell him you'll give Kerrang the exclusive if it goes in the next issue.”
Ville cupped his cheek. “Darling are you sure?”
“Of course I'm surebaby, I want to be out, you know that. I want the whole world to know that you're mine, okay?”
“Especially the fangirls.”
“Yeah, especially them!” Bam pouted as Ville chuckled quietly. “Baby,” Bam huffed.
“Now come on darling, you know I feel the same about your fans.”
“Yeah I know.” Bam grinned and kissed his lover again. “Come on, call him and put it on speaker again.”
“I think I need to at least put some underwear on first.”
Bam frowned quizzically at his lover. “Why? You just talked to Ryan naked.”
“I know but that's different, I mean Ryan's seen us have sex.”
“Baby, so has half the planet now,” Bam said softly.
Ville pulled a face and sighed. “Yes I suppose so but I still feel the need to get partially dressed at least.”
“Just put your robe back on and stop putting it off,” Bam snapped in exasperation.
Ville glared at him. “And isn't it about time you actually got dressed?”
Bam stared at his lover, a little shocked and hurt. He, only slightly more than Ville, had spent most of the honeymoon completely naked. After all, with the amount of sex they had, it had hardly seemed worth getting dressed.
“You... want me to what?” he whispered, pulling away from his lover and curling up round his knees. Ville sighed heavily and shifted to kneel behind him, arms wrapping round him, arms wrapping round him as soft lips feathered over the back of Bam's neck.
“Darling I'm sorry. You know I love your body and I love to see it but right now you're just going to distract me.”
“Oh.” Mollified and feeling a bit foolish, Bam uncurled himself, twisting to kiss his husband gently. “Sorry baby, I'll get some boxers on.”
“Thank you my love.”
Bam got up and hurried to the bedroom, grabbing some shorts and yanking them on as he ran back. Ville had put his robe back on and was sitting on the couch. He patted the seat next to him and Bam hopped over the back to snuggle close to his husband.
“Ready?”
Ville sighed and nodded, selecting Paul's number from his contact list.
“Ville?” Paul sounded confused as he answered. “Are you in England?”
“As it happens, yes but that's not the only reason I call you, you know.”
“Right, sorry. Bam with you?”
“Right here dude.”
“Hey, how's it going?”
“Pretty shitty actually.”
“You saw the video huh?”
“Yes,” Ville said softly. “But that's not the issue.”
“Well um, what is then?”
“The fact that no one believes it's real.”
There was a long silence and Bam found himself tensing with worry.
“You... want to come out?”
“Yes.”
“You're pulling my leg right?”
“No. Paul, we've been hiding this for eight years, that's eight years too long okay? We just got married again, we want to be out.”
“So you want Kerrang to out you?”
“Yeah.”
“An interview?”
Bam blinked, an idea occurring to him. “No, at least not initially.”
“Well, what then?”
“Paul, can you just do a short congratulations snippet on the news page if we send you a shot from the wedding?”
“Are you both absolutely sure?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Send me a pic and I'll put it in the next issue.”
“Thank you Paul,” Ville said softly.
“Hey dude?”
“Yes Bam?”
“Can you make sure and say that the video wasn't a prank?”
“Really?”
“Yeah really, I'm proud of that tape.”
Paul chuckled. “I'll bet you are. Okay lads, I'll get that sorted for you. Don't be strangers.”
“Thank mate,” Ville said.
“Yeah, thanks Paul.” Bam hung up the phone and climbed into his husband's lap, wrapping his arms round his neck.
“Well baby, looks like we're coming out.”
“Yes my love. Happy?”
“Always with you,” Bam whispered, kissing Ville softly. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“So uh, can we get undressed again now?”
Ville smiled. “Oh definitely.”
Bam got up and shoved his boxers off with a grin. “Race you to the bedroom,” he said as he bolted.
“Oh you little brat,” Ville snorted, laughing as he followed.
@>*~
On Wednesday, they ventured out of the apartment for almost the first time, walking hand in hand through the streets. Ville's short hair and clean-shaven face was such a contrast to the untrimmed pirate look he'd sported before that he was barely recognised and Bam had shaved off his own goatee to have a little more anonymity than usual. They found a store and went inside, digging out a new copy of Kerrang.
Heart pounding with anticipation, Bam leaned on his husband as he flipped straight to the news page. His breath hitched, there it was, their wedding picture, the two of them kissing in front of Elvis. Underneath it read,
'Congratulations to Ville Valo from HIM and Bam Margera on the event of their marriage... yes, to each other, no, it isn't a prank and yes, the video... is real.'
Bam giggled, wrapping his arms round his husband's neck and leaning up to kiss him. “Do you think that'll get the message across this time baby?”
“Well my love, even if it doesn't this time, as far as I'm concerned, we're out and we'll act like it. People will realise we're not joking eventually.”
“Ah who cares anyway, as long as I get to touch and kiss you whenever and wherever I want.”
“You get to?”
“You too baby,” Bam said, pouting and batting his eyelids. Ville cupped his cheeks, chuckling quietly as he bent his head, lips brushing over his mouth teasingly softly.
“Mmm yeah baby, let's go back to the apartment so we can touch each other everywhere we want to.” Bam smirked and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Sounds perfect darling, let me just buy a couple of copies.”
“Baby, I'll buy you every copy in the shop if you want it.”
“Thank you darling but you don't have to, besides I'm going to buy some cigarettes.”
Nose wrinkling in disgust, Bam sighed. “Okay baby, can you buy some gum and mouthwash too then?”
Ville rolled his eyes and nodded. “Fine darling, why don't we get a basket and pick up a few things while we're here, and I'll have a quick smoke outside.”
“Seriously?”
“Why not?”
“Because I wanna go home and fuck.”
“Bam!” Ville exclaimed with a frown. “Do you have to be so vulgar?”
“Oh please baby, you love it when I talk dirty.”
“Yes my love, you know I do and that wasn't it. Now get a basket, the quicker you do, the quicker we get out of here and we don't have to leave the apartment again for the rest of the honeymoon.”
Bam smiled softly and shook his head. “You're pretty persuasive, you know that baby?”
“You might have mentioned it once or twice,” Ville said with a chuckle.
“I guess I'll grab a basket then.”
“I'll get mags and fags here and catch up with you okay darling?”
“I guess,” Bam said, pulling a face.
Ville sighed. “What, my love?”
“Well, what are we gonna buy?”
“Fruit? Veg? Rice? I don't know Bam, whatever you want.”
Smirking slowly, Bam raised an eyebrow. “Whatever I want huh?”
“Within reason,” Ville snorted, smiling knowingly at him.
“Ah too late, you can't qualify it after the fact.”
“Fine, it's your money.”
Bam frowned and shoved his lover's arm. “It's our money,” he said angrily.
“Darling, let's not have this argument now.”
“Stop bringing it up then.”
“Bam...”
“I'm serious baby, I've had enough of this fight. It's our money, it's always been our money.” Bam sighed. “That's what married couples do, what's mine is yours remember?”
Ville's expression softened and he stroked Bam's hair back gently. “I seem to remember you saying that what was mine was yours and what was yours was, well, yours.”
Bam chuckled. “Yeah I did, didn't I? Honey, you know that was a joke.”
“I know my love.” Ville bent his head for a quick kiss. “Okay I'm sorry, I'll stop. It's our money. Happy now?”
“Ecstatic.” Bam grinned at his husband. “Okay, I'll go start, you catch up with me.”
“Will do.” Ville dropped another quick kiss onto his lips and stepped back and Bam went to get a basket, starting to wander through the store.
Gleefully, Bam ignored the fruit and vegetable section, heading straight for the bakery. The good thing about being in England was that they actually catered to vegans, especially in London and he picked up a couple of fake-cream cakes and some chocolate syrup. If they needed real food, they could order it in.
He continued his wander to the toiletries to pick up mouthwash for his husband then paused to stare in surprise. Lube, in a normal store?
“Cool,” he murmured, chucking some in the basket.
“Darling, don't you think the entire drugstore's worth of lube you brought with us was enough?”
Bam glanced at Ville and grinned. “Oh come on baby, it's not like we're not going to use it.”
Ville raised an eyebrow and smirked. “True.” He slid an arm round Bam's shoulders. “Well, let's go pay so we can go use some.”
“I love the way you think baby.”
“I know.” Ville guided him to the checkout so they could get straight back to the apartment and not emerge again for several days.
end