Bam was reaching the end of his ability to be patient. He was minutes away from seeing his beloved husband and there was some sort of problem at passport control. He bounced on the balls of his feet and stuck one of his earphones in so he could at least hear Ville's voice.
It wasn't even as though he'd been gone long, three weeks was nothing compared to the three months they'd suffered earlier in the year but any time apart from Ville was too long. And besides, it was even more imperative this time than usual, if that were possible, to get home, to be with his husband. It was their anniversary.
Finally, he got through and nearly ran for the exit. He scanned the crowd avidly, eyes finally settling on a face he wasn't expecting. Trying not to look disappointed, he hurried over.
"Hey Bam."
"Not that I'm not happy to see you Mige but where the fuck is Ville?"
Mikko patted his shoulder and grimaced. "He's uh, he's not very well."
Bam breathed in slowly, his heart pounding fearfully. "What?"
"Just a cold, don't worry."
"Don't worry?" He grabbed Mikko's arm and hauled him towards the exit. "You know colds affect his asthma. Why the hell didn't he tell me he was sick?"
"Probably because he didn't want to worry you," Mikko said with a sigh, leading him to the car. "He was okay, we all thought he'd be better by now but last night he got worse."
Worry clutched at his chest. "Worse how?"
"He's in bed, a bit feverish. I think he's upset about being ill on your anniversary."
"Probably," Bam sighed. "He knows he doesn't need to be."
"Of course he knows, doesn't change matters though."
"I know." Sitting back, he stared out of the window desperate to get home and see his lover.
@>*~
At home he gave both Mikkos a quick hug and hurried upstairs to the room he shared with his husband. He opened the door quietly and crept inside.
"I'm awake," Ville whispered.
Smiling softly, Bam put his bag down and took out his beloved photo, carrying it over to the bed and setting it on the table before kneeling down and leaning over to kiss his husband.
"Hey baby, I love you."
Ville turned away.
"Hey," Bam whispered, hurt tightening his throat.
"Love you too, don't want you to get sick."
"Ville, I haven't tasted you for three weeks, you'd better kiss me right now or..." He didn't get any further before Ville turned back and kissed him softly. Moaning, he parted his lips and lapped gently into his lover's mouth. Then he pulled back, grimacing.
"Would have been better without the ashtray effect. Have you been smoking?"
Ville looked guilty. "I, uh, yeah."
"Are you insane?" Bam stood up, shaking his head and glaring at the older man as he stripped out of his clothes.
"It helps."
"Yeah right. Move over." Ville shifted onto his side of the bed and Bam climbed in beside him. "Come here."
Ville snuggled close and he wrapped his arms round slender shoulders, kissing his lover's soft hair. "Goddamned smoking, I wish you'd quit."
"I know." Ville coughed quietly and Bam sighed.
"I'm sorry baby, I just worry and if you're sick..."
"I know love, I'm sorry too."
Tilting Ville's chin up, he kissed him again gently. "Let's start this again. Hey baby, I missed you."
"I missed you too, Bam."
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
"I didn't want to worry you."
"That's what I'm here for, idiot."
"I know sweetheart but I really wasn't too bad, until I had an asthma attack last night."
"Oh honey." He stroked his lover's chest the heat and clamminess of his skin worrying him further. "How's your breathing?"
"Not great."
"Have you been taking your vitamins and that weird herbal shit?"
"Well mostly."
"Ville..."
"Darling, you know how busy we are."
"I know but that means you need to take care of yourself better." Bam bent his head, kissing his lover with an edge of desperation. This was yet another reason why he hated being away from Ville. "When I can't."
Ville smiled and stroked his cheek. "I love you so much. You want to take care of me now?" He pushed his hot, silky cock into his hip and Bam gasped.
"Oh you bet I do baby." He shifted down and turned onto his side, hooking a leg over Ville's hips to pull him up against his body. His rapidly hardening cock slid against Ville's dick and he moaned.
"Oh Bam you feel good," Ville groaned, rocking against him, spreading a dribble of precome into his skin.
"Fuck yeah," he breathed, wrapping himself tighter round his lover and kissing him, lips meeting and parting quickly tongues tangling urgently. His lover's body was hotter than usual but the feel and scent of him overwhelmed everything but need and lust and he clung to Ville, thrusting hard against his groin.
They pulled back slightly, eyes locked and breath mingling as they rocked and thrust, cocks sliding against each other harder, faster.
"God I missed you baby," he gasped, pleasure tightening every muscle and tingling through his nerves. "Oh fuck." He leaned in, kissing his lover deeply as the pleasure overwhelmed him and he came against their stomachs, shuddering happily.
"I love you," he whispered.
Ville groaned loudly and arched against him, jerking hard as he added to the sticky mess on their bellies.
"I love you too. Inhaler please love," Ville gasped, panting harshly.
"Oh shit baby." Hurriedly, he twisted, grabbing the inhaler from the bedside table for his lover. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be... ridiculous," Ville whispered before sucking down a shot of medicine. He breathed slowly for a moment then kissed him. "I love you and I needed you too. Don't ever apologise for making love with me."
"But you're sick."
"And being with you makes me feel better my dearest love, you know that."
"Yeah, sorry." Bam shifted, putting the back of his hand on Ville's forehead. "You feel really hot."
"I, yeah, I don't feel great."
"How about a bath baby?"
"Too hot."
"No, a cool bath Ville, I meant I'll run you a cool bath."
"Oh." Ville smiled at him and lifted a hand to stroke back his hair, fingers rubbing his scalp. "That sounds lovely my darling."
Moaning quietly, he closed his eyes, nuzzling into his lover's touch. "God I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too."
"Okay, I have to move or I'm just going to end up snuggling with you all night."
"And that's a problem why?"
Bam grinned. "It's not a problem but I want to take care of you and not sticking together would be a bonus."
"Aw you don't want to stick to me darling?"
"Forever baby, you know that, just not quite so literally." He kissed Ville quickly and forced himself up out of their bed before he really did give in and stay. Unable to resist, he leaned over and kissed his husband again. "I'm going to run you a bath and get you a drink," he said, pulling on his boxers. "Would you like some herbal tea?"
"Too hot."
"Baby you need something, liquids are good for colds aren't they?"
"Yeah." Ville smiled. "Maybe something cold then?"
"I'll see what I can do. Love you baby."
"Love you too."
Stopping in the bedroom first to start running a bath, Bam headed downstairs to the kitchen. Linde was cooking and he smiled at the blond.
"Hey Linde."
"Hey Bammie, how's Ville doing?"
"Feverish, congested, guilty."
"Yeah I figured. How are you?"
"I'm fine, just worried about him." He opened the refrigerator and scanned the contents for anything he'd be happy giving Ville. "Hey what's this?" Pulling out a brown bottle, he held it up for Linde to see and translate the label.
"Oh that's ginger beer, someone brought a pack for a party but no one drank it."
"Ginger beer, that's non-alcoholic right?"
"Yeah."
Bam grinned. "Perfect."
"What for?"
"Ville. Ginger is good for colds."
Chuckling, Linde shook his head. "You must really love him if you've picked that up."
"You know I do Linde," he said with a small pout. "And you know how much he loves taking care of me, I can't help but pick this shit up."
"Yeah I know. Do you think you'll want any food? I can cook for you both too."
"Thanks man but it's cool. I'll make something later."
"Okay, see you Bam."
"Later dude." He carried the bottle upstairs and turned off the water on his way back to the bedroom.
"Hey baby, I'm back."
"Hello darling," Ville said, smiling up at him. "What's that?"
"Ginger beer."
Ville's nose wrinkled up. "Beer?"
"It's not actual beer baby, and there's no alcohol in it, what do you take me for?"
"Well I, I'm sorry darling, I wasn't thinking."
"That's okay lover. You want to try some?" He sat down next to his husband and twisted the cap off the bottle.
Looking a little reluctant, Ville pushed himself upright and took the bottle. He sipped slowly then coughed.
"Wow," he said, choking a little. "Strong."
"Yeah?" Bam frowned. "Is that good?"
"Mmm." Ville gulped down some more and burped quietly.
Bam giggled. "Come on baby, let's get you bathed then back to bed."
"Okay." Ville got up and wrapped an arm round his neck. "Are you going to carry me?"
"You gonna put some shorts on?"
"Why? We're only going down the hall."
"True." Bam bent and lifted his lover into his arms before carrying him to the bathroom. Ville slid into the bath with a groan, shivering slightly.
"Baby, you okay?"
"Oh yes, it feels wonderful. Will you come in with me darling?"
"Ville, I love you but the water is barely warm."
"Please," Ville said with a little whine, looking up at him through his lashes. Bam's heart tightened with emotion and he sighed, peeling off his underwear and climbing into the bath behind his lover. He shivered, leaning back and wrapping himself round Ville's overheated body for warmth in the cool water. Ville leaned his head back against his shoulder with a soft murmur.
"Mmm, my darling, I've missed you, missed just being able to do things like this."
"I know baby, so have I." Bam kissed his lover's cheek and gently stroked his wet hand over Ville's forehead.
"Feels good my love."
"Cooling you down?"
"A little yeah."
He kept stroking the cool water over his lover's forehead and cheeks, trying to ignore the fact that he was cold even though the heat of Ville's feverish skin was helping a little. Grabbing the soap, he lathered up his hands and started to gently wash his lover, taking his time, happily sliding his fingers over soft skin.
"Oh my love that feels good," Ville moaned, arching back against him and turning his head to kiss him. "Touch me Bam, please."
With a soft groan, he slid his hand down his lover's flat stomach, tangling his fingers in pubic hair before wrapping them round Ville's hot, hard cock and stroking as Ville kissed him deeply, tongue plunging into his mouth. He rocked up against his lover, dick hardening despite being so cold. Ville always felt so good, warm and soft, felt so right in his arms or wrapped round him. He loved to touch the older man, loved to make Ville feel good. And he loved to watch.
Pulling back to catch his breath, Bam thrust his aching cock harder against his lover. "Need to see baby," he panted. "Wanna see you come." He nipped Ville's earlobe gently. "Come for me lover."
"Oh Bam, fuck, wait." Ville pulled out of his arms and climbed round in his lap. He reached back and grasped Bam's cock, sitting down without warning and impaling himself.
"Oh fuck," Bam gasped, trying not to thrust up into tight heat. "Baby!"
"Oh yeah," Ville groaned, leaning against him and kissin him hard, his cock rubbing against his belly. "Oh Bam, feels good. Love you, love feeling you inside me. Please darling, please touch me, fuck me, oh God sweetheart!" Ville bucked harder against him, hips rolling, ass moving over his cock faster. Heat and lust pulsed through him and he slid one arm round Ville's waist, wrapping his free hand back round the thick erection digging into his stomach.
"Fuck baby," he groaned. "Love you too, love feeling you all round me, so tight baby, so good." He bucked up hard and Ville cried out, jerking against him, hot seed shooting over his fist, ass rippling round his cock. Pleasure flooded his system and Bam groaned, coming deep inside his lover. He held onto Ville tightly, listening carefully to his lover's breathing to make sure he was okay.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Rakastan sua," Ville murmured, head dropping onto his shoulder.
"You tired baby?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Okay, we'd better move then."
"Don't wanna."
Bam smothered a grin. "Come on honey, it'll be more comfortable sleeping in our bed."
"But I'm comfortable here."
"Please baby, I'm really getting cold now."
"Aw Bam, the sheets are all sweaty and clammy. And I was too hot."
"I know." Bam sighed. "But Ville you can't sleep in the bath. How about I change the sheets, huh baby?"
His husband snuffled into his neck, licking his skin. "Well, okay. But only because you're shivering."
"Thank you baby." He eased the older man back. "Do you want to stay in the bath a bit longer while I sort the bed out?"
"Yeah." Ville nodded with a tiny pout. "Can I have some more ginger beer?"
Bam climbed out of the bath and bent over, dropping a kiss on his lover's forehead. "Of course baby."
Closing his eyes, Ville curled up in the water with a quiet sigh and emotion overwhelmed him so much, he couldn't breathe.
"I love you," he whispered. Ville smiled and opened brightened green eyes, focusing on him.
"I love you too my beautiful Bam."
He wrapped a towel round his waist and quickly kissed his lover again before hurrying to the bedroom. Drying off, he pulled on some clean underwear and took the bottle of ginger beer to the bathroom for his husband.
"Thank you love," Ville whispered.
"You're welcome. I'm going to change the sheets then come back, okay baby?"
"Okay."
"Don't fall asleep."
"Okay." Ville's lips curled up ino a soft smile and Bam couldn't resist leaning over for another kiss, tasting his lover lingeringly.
"I'll be right back." Hurrying back to the bedroom, he quickly stripped the bedclothes and put on clean ones, smoothing the crisp black cotton and adding a sheet instead of the duvet so Ville wouldn't be too hot. Before he could finish, a tousled looking Ville walked in, wrapped in a towel, the bottle of ginger beer clasped loosely between thumb and forefinger. Bam grinned at his lover.
"You know you look the very picture of a debauched rockstar like that."
Ville sneezed and Bam stopped smiling. "Oh baby, come on, let's get you dried off and warm."
"Darling I'm boiling."
"You're feverish." He unwrapped the towel and gently dried his lover off before handing him some clean underwear. "Get into bed baby."
Sighing, Ville nodded and climbed into bed. He snuggled up against Bam's pillow and beckoned to him. "Want to sleep with you sweetheart."
"Okay baby." He slid in next to his lover, kissing his forehead and wrapping an arm round his shoulders. "Love you Ville."
"Love you too."
Bam woke up cold and feeling oddly lonely. He was used to waking up wrapped in his husband when they shared a bed. To wake up with no covers, no warm body against his, no soft hair tickling his skin left him feeling almost bereft.
He turned, heart swelling with emotion and tightening his chest as he saw his husband shifting restlessly on the bed, covered in a sheen of sweat, arms and legs spread wide and eyes screwed shut.
"Baby?"
One green eye peeled open and Ville's bottom lip poked out and started to tremble.
"Aw baby what is it?"
"I'm so hot, I can't sleep and I feel so crappy and I want a cuddle but I'm so hot." He stopped abruptly, his pout becoming even more pronounced.
Resisting the urge to giggle, he leaned over and gently kissed his forehead. "My poor baby, let me take care of you okay? You try to relax, I'll be right back."
"But sweetheart..."
"Hush honey, how many times have you had to take care of me? I want to, I love you okay?"
Smiling, Ville reached up and cupped his cheek. "Okay my darling, thank you."
Getting up, Bam pulled on a t-shirt and headed for the door.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you get me some more ginger beer?" He batted his eyelashes at him and Bam chuckled.
"Of course I will baby."
"Rakastan sua."
"Love you too." He closed the door quietly and crept downstairs to the kitchen. Quickly grabbing himself a snack, he ate as he filled a bowl with water and added a tray of icecubes. Then he got another bottle of ginger beer from the fridge and carried them both upstairs, pausing to dig out a couple of clean washcloths from the bathroom cupboard.
Back in the bedroom, he set the bowl down on the side and stripped off his t-shirt to get into bed. Ville was still lying on his back, arms and legs spread out. He looked beautiful, despite being ill and Bam sighed.
"My poor love, you look miserable."
"I am," Ville whined.
Bam dunked a washcloth in the ice water and wrung it out. He wiped gently over his husband's forehead, down his cheek and over his neck.
"Oh Bam."
"Feel good baby?"
"Oh yeah." Ville opened his eyes and smiled at him.
Smiling back, he dunked the cloth again and stroked it over Ville's chest, biting his lip as his lover moaned, writhing under his touch.
"Fuck," he whispered.
"Love?"
"You look so hot."
"I am hot," Ville said with a frown.
"No, I mean..." He trailed off, watching a trickle of water slide over his lover's skin and tighten his nipple. "Oh God." Swallowing hard, he used the cool cloth to stroke his husband's chest and stomach. "You look so sexy."
"Sexy?" Ville snorted in disbelief. "I look like crap."
"You never look like crap baby, you are gorgeous."
"You still want me?" Ville whispered.
"Oh fuck yes baby, always." He dipped his hand in the icy water and trailed his fingertips along the line of Ville's tattoo, circling in to his nipple, watching it tighten in its turn, the sight making his groin ache with need. Leaning down, he licked up a drip of water and sucked gently.
"Oh Bam," Ville moaned. "I want you too but I'm so hot."
He nibbled on his lover's nipple for a moment then lifted his head. "I have an idea baby. Trust me?"
Ville lifted his hand and touched his cheek. "My love, I trust you, always."
Smiling, he rinsed out the other cloth and laid it on his lover's forehead. He dipped his fingers back in the water and grabbed an ice cube, grinning as Ville's eyes widened.
"I love you," he whispered, slowly drawing the ice over his lover's lips then bending to taste the trickle of water it left behind. Moaning, Ville captured his mouth and kissed him deeply, arching up as he stroked the cube down his neck and across his chest.
"Oh fuck darling," Ville gasped, hands skittering over his back as he writhed under the ice.
"Good baby?" Bam whispere.
"Oh yes, oh love yes please my darling, touch me."
Cock pulsing needily, Bam popped the ice into his mouth and shifted down, kissing his lover's skin, letting the ice water drip out of his mouth as he tugged gently at Ville's shorts, pulling them down and off. Ville's cock was hard and dripping and he licked his lips with a happy sigh. He let the last of the melted ice trickle out of his mouth over his lover's shaft. Ville jerked and cried out, clutching at his hair.
"Want me to suck you baby? Want me to slide my cold mouth over your cock, lick you with my icy-cold tongue?"
"Oh my darling yes," Ville gasped, hips rocking up convulsively.
He was so sexy, so beautiful and Bam couldn't resist. He dipped his head and licked his lover's cock from root to tip. Taste exploded on his tongue and he moaned, sucking the thick length into his mouth, stroking his fingers up his lover's thighs to grip his hips. He slid right down, swallowing hard, then back up to feel the heat of Ville's dick on his tongue, taste the spurt of precome as his husband's cock pulsed in his mouth.
"Feels so good Bam, oh please darling more."
He sucked eagerly, sliding quickly over the hot, hard length, reaching down between his legs to take a tight grip of his straining cock. The taste and feel of his lover in his mouth was too much for him and he needed to come. Sliding his other hand down, he pressed his fingers up against the soft skin behind Ville's balls and swallowed hard. Ville bucked up with a cry, slamming up into his mouth and shooting down his throat.
He swallowed quickly and sat up, staring up along his lover's flushed, sweaty body to meet his hooded, dark gaze. Ville licked his lips and smirked.
"Come on me darling, cover me, mark me."
Lightning shot through him and he shuddered. "Oh fuck baby," he gasped, hips jerking as his climax overwhelmed him and he watched his come splatter onto his lover's stomach and groin. "So good," he whispered, crawling over his husband and bending to kiss him softly. "I love you."
"I love you too sweetheart." Ville's eyes slid closed and he smiled. "But I'm really hot now."
"I'm sorry baby. Why don't I keep bathing you with the cold water huh?"
"Thank you darling, that would be lovely."
He cleaned up the mess they'd made and gently bathed his husband until the older man finally fell asleep.
@>*~
Bam woke with lips and tongue slowly moving over his mouth and he opened his eyes with a smile, kissing his husband back.
"Happy anniversary baby," he whispered.
"Iloinen juhla kulta," Ville said with a wide smile.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better darling. I think that spectacular blowjob broke my fever."
Chuckling, Bam kissed his husband and hugged him. "Are you hungry? I could make you breakfast."
"Oh yes please sweetheart. I'm really hungry."
"Okay, I want you to promise to lie back and relax baby, just because you feel better doesn't mean you are."
"I know love. I do need a pee though."
Getting up, Bam dragged on his shorts and handed a clean pair to Ville. "Come on then."
"Bam darling, I think I can take a piss on my own," Ville said with a chuckle.
"Indulge me baby." He slung his arm round a slender waist. "Besides I have to pee too." After relieving themselves and he was happy that his lover was back in bed, Bam headed downstairs greeting his two friends with a grin. The two Mikkos were eating cereal at the kitchen table.
"Happy anniversary."
"Thanks."
"How's Ville?"
"Better." He couldn't resist a smug smile at the memory of the previous night.
"Yeah, he sounded better last night," Mikko snorted.
"Ah screw you." He smiled to soften the words, ruffling the older man's messy hair as he moved round the kitchen getting breakfast together. He dropped a kiss on Linde's cheek. "Is it in your room?"
"Yeah." The blond grinned at him. "He's going to love it."
Mikko snorted. "He's going to think you spent too much money."
"When doesn't he?" Bam shrugged. "I ignore him now."
"We know, he moans about it constantly."
"Migé, he doesn't moan," Linde said, shaking his head. "Not exactly anyway."
Bam frowned. "What then?"
"More of a proud boast disguised as moaning."
"Oh good. Cos I'm not gonna stop." He put everything on a tray and picked it up.
"Hey Bam."
"Yeah?"
"We're going out for the day."
He grinned widely at his friends. "Thanks guys."
"You're welcome, have fun."
"Oh I'm sure we will."
@>*~
Back upstairs he put the tray down and retrieved his gift from Linde's room, leaving it outside the door. Inside, he grinned and shook his head.
"I brought you coffee and juice you know."
Ville grinned back. "I know my love but I really like the ginger beer."
"Well, I can get you some more if you like, there's another four bottles downstairs."
"No darling, stay. I want that cuddle I couldn't have last night."
Smiling happily, he walked to the bed and moved the bowl of water so he could set the tray down, pushing their multitude of photos back so it would fit. Then he climbed into bed again, snuggling up to his lover and kissing him.
"Hmm, I love you sweetheart."
"Love you too baby." Bam grinned widely. "Food or gifts first?"
"What makes you think you're getting more than one?"
"Aw." He pouted at his lover. "Really baby?"
Ville rolled his eyes. "No not really, greedy boy."
"I am not," he protested. "I just love unwrapping stuff, you know that."
"Yeah, it's like being married to a five year old."
"Perv."
"Watch it Bam, you haven't got them yet."
Bam widened his eyes and peered up at his lover through his curls. "Aw baby."
Snickering, Ville cupped his cheek and kissed him again. "Oh all right, you spoiled brat." He leaned over to the other side of the bed and picked up a large box.
"Ooh." Bam grinned and took it, dropping a quick kiss on his lover's lips. Shredding the paper, he opened the box. Faced with polystyrene packaging, he tipped it out onto the bed and found another, slightly smaller, box. Raising an eyebrow, he unwrapped and opened it. There was even more filler so he tipped it out again, ignoring his husband's snort. There was yet another box.
"Baby?"
Ville smiled. "Keep going my love."
"Okay." He unwrapped and opened the third box and found a small velvet jewelery box inside. Breathing in slowly, he looked up at his lover.
"Open it."
Licking his lips, Bam opened the box. "Oh Ville," he gasped, touching the heartagram pendant with the tip of one finger.
"Do you like it?"
"Fuck baby, I love it, it's perfect." He leaned over and kissed his husband, soft and deep. "I love you, put it on for me."
Ville took the pendant from the box and slipped it round his neck, fastening it at his nape. Sighing happily, Bam curled up against the older man as Ville touched the heartagram that now lay on his chest. He reached up to touch the heart pendant that had hung round Ville's neck since his birthday. They kissed lingeringly then he pulled back with a smile.
"Your turn." He climbed off the bed and dug in his bag. With a smirk, he handed his husband his first gift.
Ville smiled. "Thank you love." He tore open the paper and started to laugh. "I'm never going to have to buy myself underwear again, am I?"
"Nope." Bam chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. "Besides, the more you have, the more I can steal when I go on tour."
Ville's eyes widened." I thought I was missing some. Bam?"
He licked his lips slowly, biting the bottom one as he smirked. "I like putting them on when I jerk off so I can look down and pretend I'm touching you."
Ville lunged at him, pushing him back against the polystyrene strewn sheets, mouth crushing his lips, tongue plunging deep. With a moan, need surging through his body, Bam wrapped arms and legs round his lover and rocked his hips up against the hot, hard erection pressing into him.
"That get you hot baby?" he whispered.
"Oh fuck Bam, yes," Ville gasped. "You know how much I love to watch you touch yourself my darling, see your strong hand wrapped round that beautiful cock."
"Baby!" Bam bucked up, lust charging every nerve. Ville kissed him hard then pulled away, sliding down next to him on the bed, lying on his side.
"Do it for me love, let me watch you stroke your fist over your gorgeous, thick cock until you come all over yourself."
Jerking with need, Bam groaned, shoving at his boxers urgently, kicking them off his feet as he held his hand up to his lover.
"Lick."
Grinning, Ville licked his palm, wetting it thoroughly until he was panting and desperate. He fisted his cock, sliding his hand loosely up and down his shaft. He rocked his hips slowly, playing to his lover as Ville's breathing deepened and harshened. His husband reached over, trailing fingertips across his chest.
"That's so hot Bam," Ville whispered, breath hitching. "You are so sexy, fuck I love to watch you like this."
With a moan, he tightened his grip, sliding a thumb over the head of his cock to spread precome, easing his stroke further. His eyes were fixed on his husband's beautiful face, the lust and desire in his expression driving him on further.
"Baby," he gasped. He needed more, was desperate now to feel his lover.
"Yes love?" Ville's voice was deep and throaty and it sent a tremor of desire down his spine.
"You can... oh fuck," he gasped as his lover slid fingers over a nipple and pinched down. "You can watch me jack off and fuck me at the same time."
Dark green eyes fixed on him, a smirk playing round perfect, full lips. "I can?"
"Don't tease, I need you so bad." He stopped stroking his cock and Ville shivered, biting his lip and slipping his hand down under his boxers. "Come on baby, fuck me, please, you know I always want you."
Dipping his head, Ville kissed him, lips moving slowly over his for a moment. Then he sat up, shoving off his underwear and moving to kneel between his legs, his cock thick and straining and dripping.
"Fuck yes," Bam breathed, jacking himself again urgently. "Give it to me Ville, fuck me."
Ville smoothed thumb and forefinger over the head of his cock to spread precome. "Put a pillow under your hips darling, I want to watch you properly."
Reaching up, he dragged Ville's pillow down and shoved it under his hips, shifting slightly till he was comfortable, then spreading his legs wide, a silent plea to be filled. Ville shifted forward, lifting Bam's legs over his thighs, and knelt right up against him, cock rubbing over the crease of his ass.
"Fuck me, Ville," he gasped, twisting his hand over the head of his cock. Bending over him, hands trailing down his sides to grasp his hips, Ville pushed into him hard and deep, in one stroke that burned pleasure through his body.
"Oh Bam," Ville whispered, breath panting harshly in and out of parted lips.
"Yeah." Bam bit his lip and arched up, shoving his hips down against his lover's cock, stroking his fist hard and fast over his own aching dick.
"You look so fucking sexy my darling," Ville said, thrusting into his body slowly, long, teasing strokes that sparked lust through his groin, pressure building quickly.
"Ville, please baby, harder," he begged. He needed to come so badly. "Need you... fuck... please."
Ville thrust harder, slamming into his prostate, electric pleasure jolting through him and exploding from his groin.
"I love you!" he cried out, jerking against his husband, shooting over his stomach.
"Oh yes love," Ville gasped, bending over him, leaning his weight on one hand next to his hip, fucking him harder, faster, cock plunging into him over and over. He smeared his hand over Bam's come-splattered stomach and sucked his fingers clean, groaning as he thrust deep and shuddered, filling him hot and wet. Flopping over him, Ville kissed his stomach gently.
"I love you too."
Smiling, happy and sated, Bam reached down, stroking his lover's hair gently. "That was fucking awesome baby," he whispered. "How's your breathing?"
"Bit wheezy."
He reached for the inhaler and handed it to his lover, stroking his cheek as he lifted his head.
"Thanks love." Ville sat up and eased out of his body, sucking down a shot from his inhaler. He lay down next to Bam again and kissed his cheek. "You're gorgeous, my Bam."
"Thank you baby," he said, flushing lightly, resisting the urge to bury his face. He was starting to get used to his husband's compliments. They cuddled until he started to feel sticky and the polystyrene was getting really uncomfortable.
"Baby, I need you to get up for a minute."
"Aw Bam."
"Come on, you can't be anymore comfortable than I am."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Yours."
"How did you work that one out?" Ville asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're the one who used all that packaging."
"Because you love unwrapping so much, doesn't mean you have to tip it all over the bed, does it?"
Bam pouted. "That's half the fun and you know it, now get up or no more gifts for you."
"Brat." Ville rolled his eyes but got up, brushing a couple of bits from his skin. Sticking his tongue out, Bam quickly flicked the sheet, tossing the polystyrene onto the floor, then he dunked the still relatively clean washcloth into the bowl of water to wipe his stomach and ass.
"Oh that's better," he sighed. He rinsed out the cloth and offered it to his lover. Ville pouted at him but took it from him, wiping off his groin.
"What's that look for baby?"
"Well I... no shower?"
Smothering a giggle, he shook his head. "I promise baby, we'll share a shower later, you know I love sharing a shower with you."
"Oh all right then."
"Back in bed Ville, you warm enough?"
"I'm fine love, pass me some coffee?"
"Okay." He climbed back into bed with his husband and gave him his mug.
"Thank you darling."
They shared breakfast, cuddling close and feeding each other slowly, kissing between each mouthful until they were finished.
"You want a real gift now lover?"
Ville grinned at him, nudging his shoulder. "Go on then sweetheart."
"Well, you know if you don't want..."
"Darling, I would love another gift," Ville said, kissing him gently.
"Great." Bam bounced off the bed and grabbed his second gift from his bag. "I love being married to you Ville. I love you."
Smiling at him, his husband cupped his cheek and kissed him again. "I love you too, being married to you is the best thing in my life."
Sighing happily, he snuggled in, handing Ville his gift. The older man ripped open the paper and his jaw dropped.
"Oh my darling, you remembered," he gasped. "Oh Bam, you shouldn't have." He unfolded the long, soft leather jacket, stroking it with a tiny grin.
"Don't be ridiculous baby," Bam snorted. "I know how much you wanted it and you look fucking hot in it. You didn't really think you could stop me from buying it, did you?"
"I should have known better," Ville sighed, a smile still playing on his lips. "I love it Bam but you do understand why I don't let you buy me things all the time?"
"No honey, which is why I usually ignore you."
Ville sighed, "I don't need gifts to know you love me."
"I know you don't baby but I love to give you things you want, it makes me feel good because I like seeing you happy."
"I know my love," Ville said, kissing him gently. "I just think maybe we should tone it down a little, I mean what with birthdays, Christmas and two anniversaries."
"Baby, you do know I don't care if you don't get me anything at all, don't you? As long as I have you I'm so far beyond happy..."
Ville put a finger over his lips. "Hush my love, that's not what I was getting at. I love to give you presents too, you know." He kissed him again and smiled. "I was thinking more along the lines of not buying each other gifts."
"I don't understand."
"Well, I just thought maybe we could give each other things we've made or found, or at least have a price limit."
"For everything?" He stared at his lover with a frown. It was something he hadn't thought about before. It felt like a challenge and it intrigued him.
"Well, maybe not for everything." Ville put the jacket down and pulled him close, kissing his cheek. "I know we're not keeping score but I can't afford to get you some of the things I want to."
"Oh baby, you know I love anything you get me or don't get me."
"Darling, that doesn't make sense," Ville said with a quiet chuckle, nuzzling into his neck.
"Come on, you know what I mean," he huffed, rubbing his cheek against his lover's.
"Yes Bam, of course I do and I know you love what I get you because it's from me, it's the same for me darling but my point is, I don't have much money."
"Yet."
Ville chuckled, nipping his earlobe. "Fine, yet. I would just like a more even playing field that's all."
"If it'll make you happy baby, you know I'll do anything for you."
"Thank you darling, I love you."
"I love you too," he said, snuggling in closer to his husband. It sounded like it could be fun anyway and besides, it didn't preclude him from buying Ville things at other times. "So, while I can, you want another gift?"
"Another?"
"Uh huh." He looked up at his husband and grinned widely. Ville chuckled.
"I would love one darling."
"Great." Leaning up, he quickly kissed the older man, then bent over the edge of the bed to reach for his pants, yanking his wallet from the back pocket and giggling when Ville stroked his ass, fingers tickling his skin lightly.
"Hey," he said, rolling over and smacking Ville's hand gently. "No distractions."
"I didn't realise I was a distraction."
"Oh baby, a constant distraction." He smiled and opened his wallet to grab the note he'd put inside for safe-keeping. "Here you go."
"What's this?" Ville read the note. "A tattoo?"
"Well, you said you wanted another one."
"Oh love, thank you." Tipping his chin up again, Ville kissed him soundly.
"You can get that whole sleeve..." Bam paused, shivering at the thought of all that ink in his husband's pristine, pure-white, beautiful skin. "And I... fuck lover, you know how much I love your tattoos."
Smiling slowly, Ville nodded. "Sounds good to me darling. Your fingers, your lips and tongue feel even more amazing against my tattoos. I love how much you love to touch them."
"Oh Ville," Bam breathed, reaching for his lover again, sliding up against his body to kiss him, softly, reverently. He climbed into his lap and wrapped his arms round his neck, kissing him again, sucking on his full bottom lip and slowly licking into his mouth, trying to show his husband how intense, how deep and how overwhelming his love for him truly was.
Strong hands carded through his curls and clasped his shoulders, Ville kissing him back just as deeply, passion and lust tempered by tenderness and reverence. It filled his heart, lit his soul until he felt like he was going to cry.
"I'm so happy baby, I love you so much."
"I love you darling." Ville stroked his hair, easing him back enough to meet his gaze. Green eyes shone, a soft smile played on pink lips. "You make me so happy."
Kissing him again, Bam smiled back. "Want another gift baby?"
"Another one?"
"Yeah, last one, I promise."
Ville smiled and nuzzled his neck. "Isn't it your turn?"
"I didn't know we were taking turns baby," he said with a smirk.
"Smartasses don't get gifts Bam."
"Aw baby, I'm sorry." He fluttered his eyelashes and grinned. "Please may I have another gift?"
"Of course you may," Ville said chuckling at him. "As soon as you go and get me another ginger beer."
Bam pulled back, feeling worried. He'd almost forgotten his lover was sick. "Oh honey, I'm sorry, are you okay? How are you feeling?"
"Hush love, don't worry, I'm fine. I feel a bit congested and tired but so much better than yesterday."
"Sure?"
"Yes I'm sure but I would really like that drink."
"Well, okay." He kissed his lover gently and got up, walking to the door.
"Darling, clothes?"
"The guys are out baby." Grinning, he left the room and hurried downstairs to grab a bottle, bumping straight into Linde.
"I thought you were going out," Bam sighed, not bothering to cover himself.
"Yeah but I forgot... never mind." Linde grimaced, looking determinedly up at the ceiling. "You reek."
"So would you if you'd had as much sex as I have."
"Have you heard of showers?"
"Duh Linde but what's the point in showering when we're just gonna fuck some more?"
"Okay stupid question," Linde said with a snort. "So, why aren't you fucking some more?"
"Rehydration," he said with a grin.
Shaking his head, Linde reached out to pat his shoulder, obviously changing his mind half way through and pulling back. Bam snickered at him and headed into the kitchen.
"Right I'm going, take care of Ville."
"Of course I will," Bam snorted, turning to wave briefly before Linde disappeared from his line of vision. He grabbed himself a large glass of water and got another bottle of ginger beer, waiting until he heard the front door close before venturing out and back up the stairs to rejoin his lover.
He opened the door awkwardly, pushing the handle down with his elbow and sliding into the room sideways, kicking it shut again.
"Hey ba-" He stopped, gasping, nearly dropping both drinks at the sight of his lover sprawled on the bed, propped up by pillows and one arm behind his head, long, lean body gloriously naked and one hand wrapped round his thick, dripping erection.
"Fuck baby, what are you..." He took a step forward and Ville smiled.
"Stop."
"But baby," he whined.
"Back up darling," Ville said in a deep, husky voice. "I want to look at you. Keep hold of those drinks."
Bam groaned, backing up to lean against the door, tightening his fingers against the glass in his hands to resist the urge to fist his hardening cock.
"Yes," Ville hissed, hand sliding slowly up and down his shaft. "So beautiful and sexy, my Bam. You look so good standing there, naked, hard and helpless." He grunted, twisting his hand over the head of his cock, strokes speeding up.
Bam groaned again, licking his lips, fighting his need to drop the drinks, crawl onto the bed and suck his lover down, jack himself to Ville's taste. His cock pulsed with lust and desire, precome starting to trickle down his shaft into his pubic hair.
"Ville," he gasped, staring at his lover pleadingly.
"What love?" Ville whispered. "You want to touch?"
"Yes!"
Smirking at him, Ville let go of his cock. "You have to choose darling, you can touch me or you can touch yourself but not both."
"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Ville please."
"Choose."
What the fuck did he choose? He could jack himself, Ville loved to watch him and they could both get off but he was aching to touch his lover, lie with him, feel that smooth, warm skin against him, taste Ville's full lips.
"Oh fuck." Stumbling forward, he set the drinks down and climbed onto the bed. His husband looked mildly surprised but settled back on the pillows with a soft smile.
"I love you baby," he whispered, leaning over his lover and kissing him, moaning at his taste as he slid his hand down Ville's long, slender torso to his groin, replacing his hand round his straining cock. Ville groaned quietly, lips parting to invite him deep, hips rocking up, body writhing against him as he lay down and drew him closer.
He stroked his lover tight and fast, pressing his cock into Ville's tight stomach as it jerked with need. Pleasure sparked down his spine but he didn't care if he came or not, all he cared about was his husband, the way he was moving against him, the way his mouth moved over his, the sounds he made low in his throat as he clutched at him, jerking harder and harder against him.
Ville's head fell back and he cried out softly, hot seed spraying over them both. Bam whimpered, thrusting uncontrollably against his lover, Ville's orgasm pushing him over the edge with him. He shuddered, head dropping onto his lover's chest as he came hard, adding to the liquid mess pooling between their bodies.
He'd barely taken a breath when Ville started to cough and wheeze and he suddenly realised that he could smell something that he shouldn't have been able to. He sat up and grabbed the inhaler, handing it to his husband before he got up from the bed, trying not to lose his temper.
"Bam? Love?"
"If you were thinking you could distract me from realising you've been smoking, you thought wrong."
"No, I..." Ville sighed. "I wasn't trying to distract you love, I just got lonely for you, that's all."
"Uh huh. So you had time to have a smoke, settle in bed and get lonely in the barely five minutes I was gone." He span round, hands on his hips, to glare at his lover. "Are you trying to make yourself worse?"
"No." Ville pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms round, staring up at him with huge, sad eyes.
"Don't do that," Bam sighed.
"Do what?" Ville whispered.
"That." He pointed at his lover and waved his hand in a helpless gesture. Brows crinkling and eyes widening further in confusion, Ville just stared at him. With another, heavier, sigh, Bam sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his husband's hand. "That look baby, the 'puss-in-boots' look, it's just not fair."
Ville smiled softly. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't realise I had a puss-in-boots look."
"Well you do." He stroked his thumb over his lover's knuckles, then kissed his hand gently. "Those beautiful cat's eyes of yours go all big and round and kinda misty and how the fuck am I supposed to stay pissed at you when you look at me like that?"
"Um, well, I don't really want you to stay pissed at me sweetheart."
"Then you should stop smoking," he snapped. Ville squeezed his fingers gently.
"I know I should love." Entwining their fingers, his lover pulled him further onto the bed and into his arms. His stomach was cold and slimy and Bam shivered against him.
"So why don't you?"
"Darling please, I don't want to argue with you right now."
"Fine but you're only delaying the inevitable, you know that?"
"Yes love, I know."
They made a squelching noise as they moved and Bam couldn't help a giggle. He lifted his head and kissed his husband. "I think we really need a shower before anything else baby."
"Yeah." Ville smiled at him and started to move off the bed when he remembered his final gift.
"No!"
"What?"
"Um, I mean, why don't you have some ginger beer while I get the shower running, get some steam built up to ease your lungs."
Ville frowned a little quizzically at him but nodded. "Okay darling."
Leaning over the older man, he kissed him gently. "Just relax baby, I still want to take care of you, you know."
"I know sweetheart, thank you."
Climbing off the bed, he left the room and quickly returned his gift to Linde's room before he went to switch on the shower, turning the heat up and closing the door to keep in the steam.
Back in the bedroom, he sat on the bed next to his husband again, grabbing the glass of water and gulping some down.
"Slow down my love, you'll make yourself sick."
Bam snorted, putting down the glass and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Right, you can talk, I'm not the one trying to kill myself."
Ville's expression went blank and Bam knew he'd gone too far but he wasn't about to back down. He hated his lover smoking and this had been building since he'd found out Ville had started, or rather restarted, the habit.
"I thought we were letting that go right now?"
"Well, maybe I can't," Bam said slowly, glaring at his lover. "I fucking love you, I love you with every single little bit of me so excuse me if I can't let go of you fucking with your health."
"Bam, my health is already fucked."
"Oh so that makes it okay to fucking make it worse?" Bam shouted, leaping to his feet and yanking open the bedside table drawer. He rummaged for a moment before triumphantly withdrawing a pack of Marlboro Lights.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, turning and storming for the door.
"Bam! Where are you going?"
Glancing back briefly to glare at his lover once again, he left the room and went back into the bathroom. He emptied the pack into the toilet and flushed just as Ville burst in.
"Bam!" Ville stared at him in disbelief. "I can't believe you just did that."
"I don't want you smoking."
"I'm a grown man, I can do what I like."
"So I get no say in the matter?"
Ville lifted his chin, jaw clenching angrily. "No, you do not."
"I'm your husband asshole, remember?"
"Oh I remember, I'm just trying to remember why I married you."
Sheer anguish and pain exploded in his chest and Bam lashed out, slapping Ville across the face then collapsing to the floor, sobbing helpelssly. A split second later, arms wrapped round him tightly, his lover's tears joining his own on his cheeks as Ville pressed his forehead against his.
"I'm sorry, oh Bam, oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Bullshit you didn't," Bam gasped, struggling against Ville's strong grip, fighting heartache and the urge to be sick.
"I didn't, I love you Bam, I love you so much, you know that."
"How could you say that?" he whispered, sagging against his lover's body and finally meeting crystalline green awash with tears.
"Because I was angry and I wasn't thinking and I... I knew it would hurt you." Ville's lips trembled and he leaned forward to kiss him so tenderly that more tears sprang to Bam's eyes.
"You wanted to hurt me?" he asked painfully.
"In the heat of the moment darling? Maybe, I don't know. But what I do know is that I would rather die than ever see that pain in your eyes again, to be the one who put it there."
"Don't say that!"
"I have to Bam, that I mean. My love, I know we argue sometimes, I know we'll continue to argue sometimes but I want you to remember this." Ville clasped his hand and held it on his chest over his heart. "Don't listen to my words, listen to my heart because you know it beats only for you. No matter what, you are the best part of my life and I love you."
Pain easing, Bam sniffed and nodded, pressing his fingers into his lover's skin and leaning in for another kiss, needing to feel that love. Their lips met softly, slow movements, loving and gentle, parting just enough for a whisper of tongue to caress his mouth.
Easing back, Ville got up and drew him to his feet. "Come on darling, let's get cleaned up then go back to bed, I want to hold you."
"Okay." He adjusted the temperature back down and they got under the water, Ville wrapping him up in a tight embrace and kissing his temple. Taking comfort in the feel of his lover against him, he snuggled into his neck and sighed.
"Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"Why... I mean." He stopped, sighing quietly. He needed reassurance but he didn't want to sound as needy as he felt.
"Why did I marry you?" Ville asked quietly. Bam nodded against his neck. "Because you fill my heart and soul darling. You are so beautiful Bam, your soul shines through your eyes. Your strength, your kindness, your spirit, my darling, all overwhelm me every moment with love and need and sheer wonder that you're mine, I love you so much, I can't live without you."
Breath hitching, Bam lifted his head and he clasped his lover's face, kissing him desperately hard. "I love you," he breathed, stroking Ville's beautiful, sharp cheekbones with his thumbs. "I'm sorry I threw your cigarettes away baby. I'm never going to be okay with you smoking but, I guess, it's your choice even if I hate it."
"I know you hate it love, I'm sorry. I'll try and stop, it's just..."
"I know baby." He snuggled up against his lover under the flow of water and kissed his neck.
@>*~
"I want you to lay back darling."
"But I..."
"Relax sweetheart." Ville pushed him gently back onto the bed.
"Baby, you're the one who's ill." He tried to get up again.
"I'm okay Bam, will you please lie down while I clear up a little. I just want us to be able to relax and not have to move again for as long as possible."
"Baby... Ville..." He sighed as his lover ignored him, tidying up the breakfast things and bowl of water. "Ville get back in bed."
"Darling, I can manage."
"I don't care, get back into bed right now." He sat up yet again and glared at his husband. "You are still sick."
"Bam..."
"Right now." Swinging his legs round, he put his feet on the floor, stood and caught his lover up in his arms, turning and dropping him onto the mattress.
"Bam!" Ville gasped, laughing in surprise. Grinning, he couldn't help crawling over his lover and kissing him.
"Now stay there," he said, holding Ville's arms down and glaring at him only semi-seriously. Ville sighed and smiled.
"Okay my love, okay. Just hurry so we can cuddle, I need you right now."
"I know, me too." Quickly, he shoved everything onto the tray and carried it downstairs, leaving it in the kitchen sink. He ran back up the stairs to rejoin his husband and climbed into bed, letting Ville pull him into a tight hug. Snuggling in close, he kissed his neck feeling safe, happy and loved again, reassured by his husband's touch.
"Tell me you love me," he whispered.
"I love you Bam."
"So, what'd you get me?"
"What?"
"My other gift baby."
Ville started to laugh. "Only you my love."
"What?" Bam asked, feigning surprise.
"My spoiled little brat," Ville whispered, smiling and stroking his cheek.
"Don't make me pout baby."
"Oh God no," Ville exclaimed between snorts of laughter. "Spare me the pout, anything but the pout."
"Oh that's it." Rolling on top of his lover, he pinned Ville down with legs and arms and stared down at him, widening his eyes and slowly pushing out his bottom lip.
"Darling, sweetheart, do you know how hot that makes me?" Ville groaned, lifting his head to try and catch his lips. Pulling back, Bam grinned at his lover's whimper of protest.
"Really?"
"Bam."
"Better hurry up and give me my present then huh?" He sat up again, chuckling down at Ville's disgruntled expression and rocking gently into his groin. Catching his hip, Ville rolled up and rubbed his hardening cock against his ass, inflaming him with lust. "Aw damn it Ville."
"Are you complaining?"
"Hell no."
With a grunt, Ville pushed up and rolled them over, pressing him back against the bed. "Good, after all, how do you know your gift isn't me fucking you through the mattress?"
Grinning widely, need spreading through his system, Bam wrapped his legs round his lover's hips and bucked up, pushing his erection into Ville's groin. "You sure you're up to it baby?"
"You'd better believe it darling," Ville breathed as one hand slid down between his legs, fingers teasing the soft patch of skin behind his balls. Aching with need already, electric pleasure piercing his groin, Bam arched up with a cry.
"Oh fuck baby."
"Yeah." Ville smirked at him. "Get me the lube."
He slid his arm up under his pillow to find the slightly sticky tube, flicking off the cap and squeezing clear gel onto his hand. Reaching down between his legs, he stroked his fingers over his lover's, grinning at his quiet gasp, before he fisted Ville's cock. He stroked the lube up and down his shaft with slow, long strokes until his lover was groaning and rocking into him, watching him with beautifully darkened eyes and slightly parted lips.
Long fingers slipped further down, stroking over the entrance to his body then pushing into him, plunging deep.
"Oh fuck yes lover," he groaned, thrusting into the stretch. His cock jerked needily against his belly, wet dribble of precome smearing his skin. "Baby need you, need your beautiful cock inside me, please?"
"Yes Bam," Ville whispered, withdrawing his fingers and shifting between his legs. Slinging one of his legs round his waist, he pushed his cock down to his ass and slid slowly into his body. "Yes my love, so good."
"Fuck baby," he grunted, rocking up to get his lover deeper. "Don't tease, you said you were gonna fuck me through the mattress."
"Oh but you know..." Ville eased back just as slowly. "How much I love to tease you." He dipped down, catching his mouth in a bruising kiss as he thrust hard back inside him.
"Fuck!" Bam gasped, the edge of burning pain only enhancing the need and lust blazing through him. He arched up, wrapping his other leg round his lover and pulling him down to kiss him back. He nipped Ville's bottom lip and plunged his tongue deep into his mouth, clutching at him, tasting him urgently. Ville groaned, jerking into him harder, stomach pressing and sliding over his cock. Pushing his husband up again, he stared into pure green, panting with need.
"Want to come, baby, please want to come."
"Not till I say," Ville breathed, pushing one of his legs right back and leaning over him as he thrust into him, fucking him harder. Each stroke slammed into his prostate, bolts of pleasure jolting through his whole body till his groin ached for release and his balls tightened painfully.
"Ville, fuck, gonna come."
"No," Ville whispered, suddenly pulling out of his body.
"No baby!" he gasped in shock.
"I want you to come in my mouth." Smirking, Ville bent over him, sucking his cock straight down throat and plunging two fingers deep into his ass.
"Oh fuck!" Bam screamed, exploding into his climax as his lover groaned and swallowed round his cock. "Oh yes, fuck, Ville."
His husband slid back up the length of his dick and grinned at him, pulling his fingers free and crawling over him, cock plunging back into his body. Gasping, he wrapped arms and legs round his lover, aftershocks of pleasure coursing through him as Ville jerked and shuddered and heat spread through his ass.
"Happy fucking anniversary," he said, laughing breathlessly. Ville grunted and dropped on top of him, kissing his neck. "That was inspired baby," he sighed, stroking his husband's neck and back. "You okay?"
"Soon."
"Inhaler?"
"I think so, yes."
Carefully, Bam rolled them over, dropping a quick kiss to his lover's lips as he reached for the inhaler on the bedside table. He handed it to Ville and sat up, easing himself off his cock with a quiet groan.
"Just going to the bathroom baby," he said, stroking his husband's cheek. "Will you be okay?"
"Yes love, go ahead."
Getting up, he headed to the bathroom, relieving himself quickly before he went to get his gift from Linde's room again, leaving it outside when he went back in.
Ville was cross-legged on the bed, a brightly wrapped box sitting just in front of him.
"Baby?"
"Happy anniversary my darling Bam."
Grinning widely, he ran and jumped on the bed. "For me?"
Ville reached over and ruffled his hair. "Five year old."
"Perv," he retorted, poking out his tongue and catching his lover's hand. He kissed each knuckle and grinned.
"Unwrap it then sweetheart."
"Is it full of bits again?"
Ville chuckled. "No love."
"It's that size?"
"Yes love."
"Cool." He ripped off the ribbon and paper and opened the box. "Oh fuck no way," he gasped. "Oh baby, you shouldn't have, this must have cost a bomb."
"I knew you wanted a video camera darling. I just hope it's okay."
"Fuck yeah," he said with a happy sigh, leaning over to kiss his husband, sweet and soft. "Digital 8 is perfect and it takes stills... oh fuck yeah," he murmured, looking up and leering at Ville. "Remote control."
"Thought you might like that feature."
"Definitely baby, we are so making a sex tape, you know that?"
"Why do you think I bought it for you?" Ville said with a wink.
"Seriously though baby are you sure?"
"My darling, I wanted to get you something you really wanted so yes, I'm sure."
Setting the camera very carefully on the side, he shifted closer to his lover, lifting his legs over Ville's and wrapping his arms round his neck.
"I love you. I love you so much Ville and I still love you more and more every single day. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you baby and when we've done this fifty times, do you know what I'm gonna say?"
Smiling softly, Ville shook his head.
"I'm gonna say..." He leaned forward again and kissed him. "I. Told. You. So." He punctuated each word with a kiss, finishing with a soft lick over his lover's lips and grinning at Ville's low chuckle.
"Is that right love?"
"Oh yeah baby. And then, then I'll suck you dry."
"I'll hold you to that sweetheart," Ville said, laughing and leaning in to kiss him again. "Now my love, what did you get me?"
"Who's the five year old now, huh baby?"
"Brat, gimme," Ville said with a pout. Bam cupped his lover's cheek, sucking on his bottom lip until he was moaning.
"Ready baby?"
"Oh yes love."
"I want you to close your eyes."
"Bam..."
"Close your eyes." He stared at his lover until he did as he was told, then he got up and went to retrieve his gift from just outside the door. "Okay, hold out your arms." Ville held his arms open. "Bit wider."
"Wider?"
"Yeah." He got on the bed in front of Ville and carefully placed his gift in his arms.
"Bam," Ville whispered, squeezing his eyes tighter shut, the corners of his mouth turning down as his chin started to tremble.
"Ville?" He frowned in worry and confusion. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"You got me a guitar."
"Well, yeah. Don't, don't you like it?"
Ville opened his eyes, green bright and glimmering with unshed tears. He looked down at the acoustic guitar in his arms for a moment, then put it down on the floor, resting the neck against the edge of the bed as the tears silently trickled down his face.
"Baby?" Bam moved closer, reaching out to wipe his cheek. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't," Ville breathed. "Oh Bam you are the most beautiful... I love you so much."
"Honey, I don't understand. Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm happy my love, thank you. I haven't had a guitar since I was sixteen, this is wonderful."
Licking Ville's tears from his thumb, Bam moved round behind him and wrapped him up in a tight hug. "Linde told me you used to write songs with a guitar. I just wanted to help your music, you know?"
"Right there," Ville whispered.
"What?"
"That's why I married you, encapsulated in one sentence."
"Baby? You married me because I... I don't get it," he said with a frown.
"Because you're thoughtful, loving and selfless. Darling it's beautiful and it will definitely help my music." Ville leaned over the bed and picked up his guitar, strumming a chord. "Sounds good, did Linde tune it?"
"Yeah." The look in his lover's eyes filled him with happiness. "Wanna play me a song honey?"
"Old or new my darling?"
"I don't know baby, I love everything you've ever written."
Ville laughed. "You haven't heard everything I've ever written."
"Really?" Bam frowned and feigned a pout. "Why not?"
"Because a lot of the earlier stuff is awful and some is just, well, a little odd."
"Odd how?"
"I'll play you one another day darling, for now I'll play you something I wrote for you okay?"
"Ooh yeah, play that."
Ville frowned in confusion. "What?"
"Play 'For You'."
"Kiss me first."
Smiling softly, Bam tipped his lover's chin up towards him and kissed him, lapping gently over his mouth and between his lips to taste him. Ville clutched his cheek and kissed back, their tongues twining slowly together.
With a moan, Ville eased back, dotting smaller kisses to his mouth before smiling and licking his lips. "Mmm, I love you darling."
He started to play, leaning back against him as he sang. Bam rested his chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped carefully round him as he listened happily. Ville's voice was so completely beautiful it filled him with love, lust and overwhelming pride.
He joined in quietly, murmuring the heartfelt lyrics along with his lover until Ville suddenly stopped and looked round at him.
"I love you Bam," Ville whispered, cupping his cheek and kissing him, soft and sweet.
,p> "Love you too Ville."Nuzzling into his neck, Ville sighed happily, hugging his guitar close. "I'm going to call him Sylvester."
Bam fought back a giggle and leaned round to look at his lover. "Sylvester?"
"Yeah."
He pressed his lips together to try and stop them from trembling.
"Bam," Ville said slowly.
"I... I tawt I taw a putty tat," he blurted out.
"Very funny Bam, not that Sylvester."
"I did, I did, I did taw a putty..." He stopped and frowned. "Not that Sylvester?"
"No."
"Which Sylvester then?"
"Stallone."
Bam raised an eyebrow. "Stallone? You got something you want to tell me baby?"
"Like what?"
"Like whether I need to beef up."
Chuckling, Ville shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous my love, you've got an amazing body, you know that."
He shrugged minutely. "I'm fit enough I guess."
"Fit enough?" Ville sighed and put Sylvester down again, turning and wrapping his arms round his neck. "My darling, when are you going to believe me? You are gorgeous."
"I do believe you," he whispered, "I just..."
"Sweetheart," Ville said softly, fingers sliding through his hair and rubbing his scalp. "You are the most gorgeous, most sexy man on this entire planet. Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am that you belong to me and that you love me as much as I love you."
"Oh I do, I do love you so much," he whispered, leaning closer to rest their foreheads together and clutching his cheek. "I'll love you forever, my beloved husband."
"Ikuisesti minun aviomies."
They shared a kiss, resealing the promise of forever they'd made to each other so many months before.
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