Warning: This is RPS i.e. it involves real people. I don't know them, nor am I implying this has or could ever happen, I just happen to like the idea
Pairing: Ville Valo/Bam Margera
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, FT
It had begun as an obsession. One he was teased about mercilessly, but Bam had never cared. Ville Valo and HIM were his favourite band, had been since the first moment he'd heard Ville's deep, silky voice belting out of a random stereo a few years back. In true Bam Margera style, he'd gone out and bought all the music he could find and had been a slave to it ever since.
Being part of a show on MTV had been the best thing he could ever have done, not just for the fame, but for the chance to meet his idol. And he had and to everyone's surprise, not least his own, they'd got on like a house on fire. Their friendship had grown unbelievably close to the extent that HIM, Bam and CKY were practically interchangable terms used by the fans.
But no one knew, no one could ever know, how Bam felt about Ville. How their friendship had changed obsession to love. Maybe another type of obsession, but one much more deeply felt, one that left an ache in Bam's heart and soul all the time they had to spend apart, and sometimes hurt even worse all the time they were together because no one could ever know. Especially not Ville.
So here he was, directing another video for his favourite band, in Prague of all places, trying not to be obvious when he watched Ville practically have sex with the camera. The Finn's ability to work the camera never failed to amaze him. Even when drunk and high, Ville always managed to look hot and sultry. Maybe it was his eyes.
Bam redoubled his efforts at playing around like an idiot when he was around Ville, well in public anyway, when it was just the two of them, they actually talked a lot. Their friendship wouldn't have developed to what it was if they didn't, Ville was too intelligent not to require some level of intellectual stimulation in his friendships. Thankfully he loved to have fun too. Bam was good at fun.
@>*~
A nudge to his leg startled Bam out of his contemplation and he looked up into Ville's slightly concerned green gaze.
“Bammie, are you okay?” Ville frowned at him, “I've just been saying your name for about five minutes.”
Bam pouted at him, “Don't exagerrate. Anyway I'm fine, I was just thinking.”
“Uh oh, should I be scared?” Ville smirked at him, nudging him again.
“I don't know, maybe.” Bam smiled teasingly. “Come on, let's go out. I'm not nearly drunk enough and neither are you.”
Ville whined lightly. “Aw, but that means we have to move. I'm perfectly comfortable here.”
Bam was maybe too comfortable where they were, half wrapped up in each other on Ville's bed after Bam had found his own bed occupied yet again by Shitgoose. He'd decided to go and find Ville instead of sleeping on the floor again.
“Come on.” Bam sat up and raked his hair back off his face.
“No.” Ville reached up and grabbed Bam, yanking him back down and into his arms. “We're staying here.”
“Hey!” Bam found himself lying on top of Ville, every inch of their bodies pressed together. Swallowing hard, Bam attempted to quickly extricate himself, but Ville held on tight. “Let go, Vil!”
“Nope.” Ville laughed, not letting him go.
Bam was starting to have a serious problem, Ville closeness, the feel of his hard body, the scent of him was making Bam feel dizzy as all the blood in his body headed south. He had to get off Ville and quickly. “I said let me go!” He wrenched himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, putting his head in his hands. His reaction was excessive and he'd probably just hurt Ville's feelings, the last thing he'd wanted.
“Jesus, Bam, I was just mucking about. Are you sure you're okay?” Ville sat up and put an arm round him. Bam tried not to flinch, unsuccessfully, and Ville pulled away, curling in on himself. “What's wrong?”
Bam sighed and looked down at his friend. “Nothing. I'm sorry Ville, I guess I'm just more tired than I thought.”
“You must be.” Ville raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, do you want to sleep or get drunk because we can always order roomservice.”
“Maybe I should just get back to my room.” Bam made to get up and Ville grabbed him again, this time by the wrist, thumb pressing into the tattoo they shared.
“Ryan's in your bed, remember? Come on, Bam, just stay with me, talk to me.” Ville tugged gently on his arm and Bam collapsed back onto the bed, head on Ville's stomach. He closed his eyes. “Talk to me, Bam, I know something's wrong.”
“Why does anything have to be wrong?”
“Because you're either too quiet or too insane, the same as you always are when something's wrong.” There was an element of amusement mixed with the concern in Ville's voice that made Bam open his eyes and turn his head.
“You know me that well, huh?”
Ville nodded. “I think so.”
Laughing self-deprecatingly, Bam shook his head lightly. Ville squirmed a little under the movement. “You have no idea.”
“So tell me what I don't know then.”
“I don't think that's such a good idea.” Bam sighed again and closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the warmth of Ville's body against him. If only he could tell Ville, if only he could risk their friendship.
Ville shifted up slightly, moving so Bam was lying on him more fully. “Do you really think there's anything you could tell me that would shock me... alienate me?”
“Maybe.”
“There isn't anything, Bam, I promise.”
Ville's hand stroked across his cheek and Bam opened his eyes again, to stare up into Ville's beautiful face. There was a challenge in his gaze and maybe Ville did know him, because Bam had never been one to resist a challenge. And maybe he was more drunk than he'd realised.
He stuck out his jaw defiantly. “What if I told you that I'm hard right now? What if I told you that when I jerk off, hell, if I'm fucking some girl, you're the one I'm thinking about?” He turned his head away, unable to keep looking at Ville's face. “What if I told you that I'm in love with you?”
“Is that a bad thing?”
Bam's head twisted round at the whispered question and he stared at Ville. The other man was watching him, a slightly wary expression on his face. “Did I say it was a bad thing?”
Ville shrugged. “You make it sound like it is, like you're disgusted with it.”
Sitting up again, feeling very confused, Bam shook his head. “I'm not disgusted with it, Ville, did you not hear what I just said? I'm in love with you.”
“You're straight.”
“Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought then.” Bam's stomach was a riot of nerves and pain, he still wasn't entirely sure what Ville was thinking. He hadn't reacted in the way Bam had thought he would.
“How long?”
“What?”
Ville frowned at him. “How long have you felt this way?”
“I don't know.” Bam sagged and leaned forward onto his knees again. “Months, maybe since I met you.”
“You're an idiot, you know that?”
“What?” Bam looked round again. A soft smile was curling Ville's lips and Bam couldn't help staring. He loved that mouth.
“An idiot.” Ville chuckled and shook his head. “Did you really think that telling me would change anything for a start?”
“Yes.” Bam shrugged.
“Well it doesn't, because I still love you.”
Bam blinked. “What?”
“You had no idea?” Ville looked a little surprised. “You didn't know how I feel about you?”
“What?” Bam felt stuck on a loop, but he couldn't help it. Was Ville really saying what he thought he was saying? And if so, why the hell hadn't he realised?
“Bam, snap out of it, you're scaring me here.” Ville touched his shoulder gently. Bam just carried on staring and suddenly, Ville had leaned right forward to look into his eyes. “Bam?”
Ville's warm breath brushed his face and Bam couldn't resist any more. He closed the tiny gap and pressed his lips to that sexy mouth. His lips were warm and soft and parted on a gasp, letting Bam inside. Oh God, he tasted so good, sweet and smoky, with a tang of beer. Moaning, Bam pressed closer as Ville's hand came up to his cheek holding him tightly as he kissed back.
Pulling back to suck in a breath, Bam rested his forehead against Ville's and stared at his best friend. “Wow.”
Ville smiled. “Yeah.” He stroked Bam's face and tugged him up again, kissing him chastely before pulling away.
“Vil?” Bam frowned in confusion.
“We're drunk and tired, Bam, I think we should go to bed.”
Bam couldn't help a leer and Ville laughed. “Not for that, sweetheart, I think we should sleep on this, okay?”
“Why?” Bam felt a little shaft of fear pierce his gut. Maybe he'd misread Ville somehow.
“I just want...” Ville sighed and bit his lip. “I just want to be sure, for you to be sure.”
“I am Ville.” Bam widened his eyes earnestly. He could usually get what he wanted out of Ville with that look.
“Don't do that, Bam, it won't work this time.” Ville pulled him gently down onto the bed with him. “This means too much to me, so please, just lie with me tonight.”
Resting his head on Ville's chest, Bam nodded, giving in easily. He'd do whatever it took if it meant he'd get Ville at the end of it.
@>*~
Bam was woken by someone slamming into the bedroom door. He sat up with a groan, but the slamming didn't stop. It sounded like someone was trying to kick the door in.
“Fuck!” Ville rolled over and buried his face in the pillow. “My head.”
Bam couldn't help a chuckle even though he didn't feel much better, especially with the noise thudding through his head. “I'll take care of it.” He heaved himself to his feet and went to the door. He listened for a moment to get the rhythm of the kicks, then pulled open the door quickly.
Shitgoose fell forward into the room, practically doing the splits. Bam bent over and laughed in his face.
“Ow man.”
“Serves you right you fuck. What the fuck kind of wake up call is that?”
“Bam man, it's late and you guys weren't picking up the phone.” Ryan got to his feet with a groan and jumped on the bed, half on top of Ville.
“Get off me, you shit.”
Bam laughed again at the sight of a very dishevelled Ville struggling to push Ryan off the bed. He fell with a loud thud and grimaced. Ville sat up and blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
“What time is it?”
Bam looked at his watch. “Ah crap, we really are late.” He picked Ryan up by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him. He went back to the bed and crawled over Ville.
“Bam?”
“We're late and we have to go.” Bam pulled a face. “I wanted time with you this morning, just us, just this.” He bent down and kissed Ville softly, then lifted up to look at his friend's face. “So you know I meant what I said. I have no regrets about last night.” He ignored the fluttering in his stomach, the anticipation that maybe Ville did have regrets.
Ville sighed and closed his eyes. “Maybe we shouldn't have.” He stopped and Bam thought his heart might just have been ripped out of his chest.
“Shouldn't have?” Bam had to ask even though he was dreading the answer.
Ville smiled suddenly. “Shouldn't have just gone to sleep.”
“You shit!” Bam got up off the bed and started to pace, relief overwhelming most of his annoyance. How could Ville possibly tease him about that? “You had me really scared.”
Ville got up off the bed and stopped him. “I'm sorry, that was mean.”
Bam let himself be pulled into a hug. “Yeah, it was.”
“But look at it this way.” Ville's voice dropped to a sexy whisper. “If we'd had sex last night, you wouldn't be able to spend the rest of the day wondering what it'll feel like to have my cock buried deep inside you.”
Bam whimpered, pants tightening uncomfortably as Ville's words made him unbearably hot. He pushed up against Ville's body, trying to find some relief but his friend pulled away, smiling teasingly.
“Damn it Vil, I'm going to be hard all day now.”
“I know.” Ville turned and slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. The sound of the shower starting jolted Bam out of his daze and he glared at the door. It was going to be a hell of a day.
@>*~
Once they'd showered, dressed and managed to grab a bite to eat, it turned out they were only an hour late and the crew had already done some shots of Vanda and a couple of the band so they weren't running behind.
Unfortunately, the next shots were of Ville on a bed, topless. The thought of which was doing nothing to calm the erection he'd been sporting since Ville's dirty whisper in the bedroom.
And Ville knew it too. Kept sneaking him little amused glances and licking his lips or pouting at him. It was driving Bam insane, lust and want clouding his brain until Ryan told him to just go and take a break because he was hindering, not helping.
Bam wandered into the room where they'd been shooting Ville's bed scene. The crew had already moved everything out and Bam collapsed onto the bed, burying his face into the sheets to try and catch the scent of Ville on them. Not that it would help his situation. It was starting to get painful, being aroused for that long.
“Hey Bammie, are you okay?” Ville was standing in the doorway.
Bam sat up and scowled at his friend. “You know I'm not, you bastard.”
Ville moved further into the room, hips swaying lightly. He still hadn't put his shirt back on and Bam, despite his frustration couldn't help looking.
“Poor baby. Do you need a little distraction?”
Bam narrowed his eyes warily. He wasn't sure what Ville meant and he wasn't sure he could handle more teasing. “Maybe.”
“Sit back a bit darling.”
Bam scooted back on the bed so he wasn't sitting right on the edge anymore. Ville climbed on behind him, kneeling so his thighs were either side of Bam's. He put his hands on Bam's shoulders and started to rub gently.
It felt really good and Bam dropped his head forward, moaning quietly as he relaxed a little, tension easing between his shoulder blades.
“Feel good baby?”
Bam made a contented noise in the back of his throat and nodded. Ville chuckled quietly, letting his hands slip further down to Bam's chest. Bam moaned again as Ville leaned against him, the warmth of his body against his back, hands trailing up and down his chest.
“You feel good Bam.” Ville ran a finger over Bam's t-shirt covered nipple and Bam sucked in a breath, his groin tightening again. Lips pressed to the back of his neck sending tingles down his spine. Lips parted and the soft, warm velvet of Ville's tongue traced over his neck and round to his ear.
“Taste so good sweetheart.” The fingers were back at his nipple, pinching lightly and Bam leaned back into his friend, heart pounding, breath coming in small pants. He needed, wanted, Ville so much it was ridiculous.
“Don't tease me, Ville, please.” He couldn't keep the begging tone from his voice.
“Hush.” Ville nipped his earlobe gently and one hand travelled further down, over Bam's stomach to the waistband of his jeans.
Bam tilted his hips up, trying to encourage him on further. Ville laughed quietly in his ear, hot breath tickling him. Bam bit back a moan.
“Patience Bammie.” The hand moved down again, briefly, all too fucking briefly, cupping his balls through his pants. “You want me to touch you so bad, don't you?”
“God yes.” Bam gritted his teeth, his erection was getting painful again, at this rate he wasn't going to last by the time Ville actually got round to touching him.
“You want me to pull your cock out and jerk you off, don't you? The way you've been fantasising about. Or maybe it's my mouth you've been dreaming about.” Ville's lips smoothed over the patch of skin behind his ear and Bam shivered.
He'd never been so turned on so much by so little, but Ville's chocolate smooth voice made his dirty talk more sexy than anything he'd ever heard and felt like it was sliding under his skin and through every nerve.
“You'd like that, wouldn't you, Bam? You'd like to see me on my knees in front of you, taking your hard cock between my lips...”
Bam couldn't prevent the whimper that fell from his lips. Ville was whispering against his skin, stroking his chest lightly, one hand skimming slowly across his waistband and still Ville wasn't any closer to touching him. It felt like he was going to explode, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move.
“... wrapping my tongue round and sucking until you come and I swallow you down.” Ville slipped his hand into Bam's jeans and took hold of his cock, tugging hard. With a whine, Bam arched up and came, shooting hard into his boxers.
“Fuck.” Bam panted for breath, too overwhelmed to feel the slightest bit embarrassed at how fast and easily he'd come.
“Later darling.” Ville kissed his neck and withdrew his hand. He sat back and Bam twisted to look at him almost in awe. Ville licked his hand clean and Bam moaned again, his groin stirring already.
“I can't believe you made me come in my pants.” Bam shook his head and Ville smirked.
“I could just pretend to be rubbing your shoulders if anyone came in.”
Bam blinked and looked at the open door. He'd actually forgotten where they were, that they were surrounded by crew and friends and could have been walked in on at any time. “Shit.”
“Do you think you can concentrate now?” Ville lay back on the bed and stretched. Bam could see his erection straining at his pants and he leaned over the long form of his lover.
“Ville, how am I supposed to concentrate with sticky pants?”
Ville laughed and Bam had to just bend closer and kiss him. It was Ville's turn to moan and Bam felt the oddest sense of smug self-satisfaction that he could make his friend just as hot as Ville made him. He pushed his tongue between the plush lips, that he did indeed dream about having wrapped round his dick, and moved his thigh so it was resting between Ville's, pressing against his groin.
“Bad boy.” Ville whispered into his mouth, arching up to rub himself against Bam's leg.
“Yeah, and you love me for it.”
“I do.” Ville smiled. “But we are still in full view and I'm not sure we could explain this.”
Bam snorted. “I don't care.” And he didn't care that he sounded like a petulant child either.
“Yes, you do.” Ville sounded a cross between amused and strained. “Now get up. You can take care of me later by riding me through the mattress.”
“Oh Jesus!” Bam bit his lip, his erection coming back full force. “Are you trying to kill me?” Ville kissed him hard for a moment. “A little.” He smiled and Bam sighed. Reluctantly, he pushed himself up again and pulled Ville upright.
“Now come on, I missed you out there. It just isn't the same without you.”
Bam shuddered. “I should hope not.” Ville just laughed and led him out of the room.
@>*~
It had been easier to get through the day after their little game on the bed, but Bam was still uncomfortably aroused all day, especially knowing that Ville had been left wanting. Everyone else seemed to be acting a little strange around him but Bam was determined to put that down to his own paranoia.
Ville seemed unaffected by it all, but as well as Bam knew him, he could see a tiny element of strain in his lover's eyes. An element that was making Ville look even hotter on camera. But Bam knew it hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of the band and they kept giving him odd- not quite- glares as if they knew he had something to do with it.
Finally, finally the shooting came to an end for the day, but his torture was set to continue as everyone was dragged out drinking. There was no way both he and Ville could refuse a drinking session and not cause questions, so reluctantly, Bam agreed.
@>*~
“Come on, Bam-man, take the whisky! Take it!” Ryan waved a shot in front of Bam's face, practically smacking it into Bam's nose. “Take it, take it.”
“Fuck off Shitgoose, I don't want any fucking whisky.” Bam angrily shoved the glass back at Ryan, knocking him over.
“Hey, what was that for?” Ryan glared up at him. “Man you've been in a shitty mood all day. Did you and Ville have a fight or something?”
Bam blinked. “What? Why would you ask that?” His heart pounded in fearful anticipation.
“Well it's just, you know, you were fucked off this morning, and then Ville went to talk to you to see what was wrong and since you guys came back you've both been freaky-tense.”
“We're fine.” Bam shook his head avidly hoping Ryan wouldn't jump to another conclusion.
“Nah man, you're not.” Ryan pulled himself up off the floor and leaned over Bam, patting his chest. “Listen dude, I think you should grab him, go back to the hotel and talk, cos dude, Willa looks fucking miserable.”
Bam glanced over at Ville and nodded. His lover did look tense and a little irritated with whatever Gas was saying to him. Besides, it was the perfect excuse to get Ville alone.
“Maybe you're right.”
“Of course I'm right, the Shitgoose is always right.” Ryan ruined his intonement by hiccuping, then giggling. “Now fuck off.”
Bam got up and slid into the seat next to Ville, whose back straightened immediately. Gas frowned at them, but got up when Bam tilted his head in a 'get lost' gesture.
“Shall we get out of here?”
Ville's lips tightened. “Don't even think about teasing me, Bam.”
Bam smiled softly, at least Ville knew how he'd felt all morning and half the afternoon now. “I'm not teasing, baby. Shitgoose just told me I should take you back to the hotel and talk about whatever it was we argued about this morning.”
“Argued about?” Ville frowned at him, “What?”
“He thinks we had a fight.” Bam snickered quietly, “But I can't think of a better excuse for us to get out of here, can you?”
Ville smiled, slow and sexy in a way that made Bam's stomach tighten and his balls ache with need.
“Remind me to do something nice for Ryan.” Ville stood up and walked towards the exit without even turning to see if Bam was following. Bam hurried after him, knowing they were still getting strange looks, but not worrying any more because apparently everyone thought they'd fought.
Outside, Ville grabbed him and pulled him into the alleyway next to the bar, shoving him hard up against the wall. Bam's cock jerked in excitement as Ville grabbed his head in both hands and kissed him, hard and desperate, tongue demanding entrance.
Bam let him in willingly, moaning softly. Ville's mouth devoured him and he rocked up against the weight of Ville's body leaning into him, trying desperately to feel more. The older man slid a leg between Bam's and pushed his thigh against his groin, just the way Bam had done earlier.
“Oh God, Vil.” Bam thrust urgently. “I'm gonna come embarrassingly quickly again if you don't let me go right now.”
With a groan that sent shivers down Bam's spine, Ville pulled back. Bam stared in astonishment. Ville was always beautiful, but in the darkness of the alleyway, shadows striking his face in strange angles, eyes dark, wide and shining with lust, Bam was about ready to get on his knees and worship his new God.
“Ville, we need to get back to the hotel. Now.”
Ville nodded his agreement, took Bam's hand and dragged him back onto the street. They ran as best they could- Bam had never realised how hard it was to run with an erection- back to the hotel. Once inside they slowed to a walk in the lobby, then hurried as quickly as was seemly to the elevator.
The doors opened and Ville shoved him inside, following so close behind, Bam didn't even have a chance to turn round before his lover was pushing him up against the wall. Bam sucked in a breath, he could feel the older man's cock pressing into his ass and he pushed back, Ville's hiss turning him on even more.
“You're so ready for me aren't you, sweetheart?”
Ville's voice was low and sounded strained as he whispered into Bam's ear again. Bam nodded anxiously, arching into every thrust against his ass. He was so ready he could taste it. The thought of having Ville inside him, was consuming him.
“You'd let me rip your pants off and fuck you right now up against this wall if I asked, wouldn't you?” Ville moved his hands down from Bam's hips to the front of his thighs and humped him hard.
“Yeah.” Bam could barely manage the breathy response. He could feel the heat of Ville's cock, so close, yet not close enough. He ached to have his lover inside him, was about ready to beg. He heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and then Ville's hand was inside his jeans, wrapped round the length of his cock through his boxers. Bam rocked up urgently, belly tight with need. He dropped his head against the wall and groaned.
“I'm going to make you feel so good baby, God...” Ville's voice broke slightly, “I can't wait to bend you over and slide into you, feel your heat all round me, fuck you through the goddamned floor.”
“Ville!” Bam thrust up into his lover's hand and then back against his groin. Ville's words were driving him crazy and he wasn't sure he was going to last any longer than he had earlier. Suddenly the hand and weight of his lover were gone and Bam was left completely disconcerted. “Ville?”
“Nearly there my love.” Ville did up his pants and pulled him round, holding him close. At that moment, the elevator came to a halt and there was a small ding as the doors opened. Outside were two girls who squeaked at the sight of them.
“Oh my God, you, you're...”
“Sorry girls, Bam here isn't feeling too good, I've got to get him back to his room.”
Bam thanked God that Ville was somehow still coherent enough to think of an excuse to get them away quickly. The girls nodded, mouths open and stood aside to let them pass. Ville hauled Bam back to his room and quickly opened the door. Once inside, he locked the door and dragged him over to the bed.
They hit the mattress in a tangle of arms and legs and Bam searched out Ville's mouth, wanting those lips again, wanting the taste of his lover in his mouth. But Ville lifted up again and Bam growled in annoyance.
“Shirt off.” Ville pinched his nipple through his t-shirt and Bam groaned at the odd sensation of pleasurable pain. He quickly stripped off his shirt, and watched Ville do the same. He looked gorgeous and Bam couldn't help reaching up to caress the soft skin of his thin chest. He ran a finger over the tattoo surrounding Ville's nipple and then sat up to kiss it.
Ville breathed out heavily, wrapping his arms round Bam's head to hold him closer to his chest. Lapping pale skin, the taste of Ville making him even hotter, Bam slid his hands round to his lover's ass, squeezing, pulling him even closer.
“Bite me.”
Bam pulled back a little in surprise. “Huh?”
“Please darling.” Ville stared down at him, only a tiny ring of green remaining around the darkness of his pupils. “Bite me.”
Bam licked his lips and Ville moaned. Leaning in again, Bam sucked gently on Ville's nipple. His lover arched into him, ass pushing into his hands, and Bam bit down, hesitantly at first, then harder as Ville hissed and bucked against him.
“Like that, yes Bam.”
They fell back against the bed and Bam held on tight, sucking and nipping his way across Ville's chest, hands kneading tight buttocks. Ville's cock was pressing into his stomach and their jeans were just getting in the way now. Quickly Bam slipped his hands forward and undid Ville's pants, tugging at them until they were down round his hips and the silky-hot flesh of his erection was moving slickly across his skin.
“God, Ville.” The need in Bam was overwhelming and he let Ville push him back and quickly strip them both of their remaining clothes. His lover's body was perfect and Ville crawled over him, lying on him, pressing the matching tattoos of their pelvises together, cocks sliding over each other.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard, Bam.” Ville bent down and kissed him, biting his lips. “I'm going to make sure you can feel me inside you tomorrow. Every time you move you'll feel my cock, the stretch, the burn.”
Bam thought he might just come right then and there. He groaned and thrust up against his lover, his cock getting impossibly harder.
“Please, Vil, please, I need you.”
“I know sweetheart, me too.” Ville's voice softened and he reared up leaving Bam panting and impatient on the bed.
“Ville.” Bam knew he was whining but he didn't care he just wanted so much, it was painful and the ache inside him was growing unbearable.
“Patience, Bam, I'm coming.” Ville reached over to the bedside table and he rummaged for a moment before pulling out a condom and a tube.
Bam watched breathlessly as Ville carefully rolled the condom over his cock and squeezed lube onto the tip, spreading it carefully. He leaned forward again, kissing Bam while he pushed his legs back and apart.
“Ville please, please I want you in me.”
“I know darling, I will be, but first.”
Bam gasped as Ville's slick finger suddenly pushed inside him. It felt weird and he tensed for a moment.
“Easy love, relax.” Ville slid slowly in and out until he relaxed and it started to feel good. Too good.
“More.” Bam pulled his legs back against his chest, Ville's quiet groan making his cock jerk against his belly.
“Fuck Bam, you look so hot like that. I don't know if I can make this as good for you as I want.” Another finger pushed into Bam and he hissed in discomfort.
“I don't care, Ville, I just need you, I want you to fuck me god damn it.” He strained to relax against the strange sensation of pressure, then suddenly, Ville crooked his fingers up and brushed something that set off an explosion of pleasure through his body.
“Oh fuck! Ville now, please now!”
The fingers slid out slowly and then Ville was lying over him again, staring into his eyes. As he bent to kiss him, Ville pushed into Bam. The burn and stretch was intense but so was the overwhelming feeling that Ville was actually doing it, actually fucking him.
And then Ville stopped and lifted up.
“Look at me, Bam.” Bam had to do as he was told, and opened his eyes to meet the strained, slightly concerned gaze of his lover. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Bam forced himself to relax.
“You're so tight.” Ville gritted his teeth, arms trembling as he held himself above Bam.
“Ville.” Bam lifted an arm and pulled his lover back down on top of him. “Fuck me.”
Face buried in his neck, Ville nodded and finally started to move; slow, shallow strokes that somehow made Bam even more desperate. He tightened his grip and pushed up into Ville's thrust. His lover made the strangest noise he'd ever heard and plunged hard into him. He cried out, gripping Ville's shoulders hard against the pleasure that swept through every nerve.
“Yes!”
Ville slipped a hand down to grab his ass and thrust again, going even deeper, then he pulled out almost all the way only to slam back into him. It was the hottest thing Bam had ever felt and all he could do was hold tight and try and meet Ville's strokes, harder, faster.
Ville found his mouth again and kissed him, tongue plunging into his mouth the same way he was fucking him, breath coming in pants and gasps. Bam kissed back just as urgently as his hands clutched and stroked and encouraged every thrust.
His cock was pressed between their bodies, sliding in precome and the sensation of Ville inside him, his stomach against him was almost enough to make him come. Almost.
“Need, Ville, need, God, to come, please.”
His lover lifted up again and Bam gasped as the change in angle made Ville's cock press harder into his prostate. A strong, slender hand wrapped round his cock and Ville jacked him as hard and fast as he plunged in and out of Bam's body.
Bam could feel the tension building in the pit of his stomach, his balls tightening unbearably. He was so close.
“Come for me darling, I want to see your face when you come.” Ville thrust hard into him again and Bam cried out, jerking up into Ville's hand as the tension exploded and he came, ass clenching down painfully around the cock inside him.
“So beautiful, Bam, God.” Ville speeded up even more and suddenly pushed deep and stiffened, a wail breaking free from his parted lips. Bam could feel the heat of his lover's climax inside him and trembled as another wave of pleasure coursed through him.
Ville dropped down on top of him and buried his face in his neck. Soft lips caressed his skin gently.
They lay in silence for a while, getting their breath back, until Bam realised that Ville was wheezing a little.
“Ville, inhaler?” Ville nodded against his neck and Bam strained to reach the ever present inhaler on the bedside table. He pushed it into Ville's hand and his lover eased back and rolled over so he could suck in his medicine.
Bam turned onto his side and stroked Ville's chest gently. He felt a kind of happiness and completion he hadn't expected and had the strangest urge to be incredibly sappy. Not usually his style but then Ville wasn't usually his style either.
“You okay?”
Ville smiled at him. “Aren't I the one who should be asking that?”
Chuckling, Bam shook his head. “I'm good and I'm not the one who needed an inhaler.”
“Don't get cocky, sweetheart, all physical exertion makes me need my inhaler.”
“That's right cut me down.” Bam grinned and bent over to kiss Ville quickly. “I love you.”
Ville's smile widened. “I love you too.”
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