Rendition of Love Metal - Ch. 11
Title: The Pain of Love: A Rendition of Love Metal - Chapter Eleven (Final Chapter!)
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R For this last chapter lots of R smut!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not know or own any of these lovely men nor, (obviously,) did I write the lyrics to Love Metal, however the odd story is all from my head.
Summery: Using the lyrics from Love Metal, I arranged them in an order that created a story that involves the Bam/Ville pairing and a love that could turn out to be the best time of their lives, or the worst. Who knows ;)
NOTE: With each chapter, consider the lyrics of the particular song used from Love Metal, but note that it is only related perspective to the lyrics, not necessarily what the song is truly about, (hey, when it all comes down to it, I'm sorry to say that there's no way to get inside Ville's head and truly know what he was thinking with each song.)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter Eleven
The Sacrament
I hear you breathe so far from here
I feel your touch so close and real
And I know
My church is not of silver and gold,
Its glory lies beyond judgment of souls
The commandments are of consolation and warmth
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
I hear you weep so far from here
I taste your tears like you're next to me
And I know
My weak prayers are not enough to heal
The ancient wounds so deep and so dear
The revelation is of hatred and fear
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
--- Ville --- Same time, in their hotel
We stepped out of the bright sun and walked through the sliding glass doors of the elegant hotel. The inside smelled like fresh carpet cleaner and the woman at the counter greeted us with a friendly smile.
"Good day Mr. Valo, you have a message from your wife. She wanted me to say that she was expecting your return and that she'll be up in the room waiting for you," the woman said in a very upbeat tone, completely oblivious to the entire situation.
"Thank you, I'm heading up there now," I replied, trying to hide the nervous energy that was now swimming inside me.
We went to the elevator. The number 20 lit up showing what floor it was on. Fantastic. More awkward time to kill.
"Vil - chill out. This will go fine. You'll see."
I laughed nervously, "Easy for you to say. You don't know this woman like I do."
Bam smiled and reached his hand out for mine, gripping it tightly, "No, but I know you."
The elevator finally reached the floor with a loud ding! and we stepped inside it. Time seemed to be passing so slowly as the elevator jerked slightly when rising another floor.
When it opened, I took in a deep breath. This wasn't going to go smoothly. She was such a bitch. Such a bitch.
The door had a "Do not disturb sign" on the handle. I knew what that meant. That was our code for only allowing each other in the room. A code that was about to be broken because at that moment, I turned the knob and Bam and I entered the room together.
I squeezed his hand once more then let go and walked briskly towards the bedroom. Inside, Jonna lay there in a white lace bra and underwear set with matching white thigh highs, skimming through a magazine.
"Well hello there," she said smiling. She drew herself up so that she was on her knees on the bed. Her thin frame pulled straight upward as she stretched her arms into the air above her, then cocked her head to the side and grinned, trying to be sexy.
It wasn't working. Not this time.
"I'm not here for that, so you can put your clothes back on," I said coldly.
But she was persistent as always. She swung her slender legs off the edge of the bed and strut towards me. She leaned in close, and whispered into my ear, "Don’t fight it. You're weak Ville. You know that you want me… and all of the other pretty fan boys that you'll meet," what she said next though, struck a nerve deep within, "You know that you can't commit to a relationship - you don't know how to love." As she wrapped her long cold fingers around my neck I reached out and shoved her down on the bed. At first, she smiled thinking that this was a sexual act, but what I said next, clarified that it wasn't.
"I don’t want you! I didn't know how to love because you're such a goddamn cunt no one could ever love you!" I choked for a moment on the words that I said, they were unexpected and harsh, but it felt good to say so I figured, what the hell, why stop now? "You're such a slut, such a fucking gold-digger… you whore yourself to the media and you whore yourself to men and to woman and then you try to whore yourself to me expecting a false love. Well, love isn't false Jonna. It's not fake like you. True love exists, and it's right here with me, at this moment. It's in my veins, in my heart and in the man standing next to me."
Her jaw hung open. No one had ever told that little brat anything along those lines. She seemed shocked to hear them coming from someone that she probably assumed would fall for her stupid head games.
I grabbed her clothes and opened the window. I ripped apart her $2,000 dress and threw it out onto the parking lot below. Followed by her nice coats and shirts until there were no clothes left in the room except for the revealing underwear that she now wore and the pair of white stiletto heels beside the bed.
"You want to act like a whore, you can be one," I screamed at her. I grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her towards the door.
She struggled but her skinny, lanky frame was no match for my passion right now. She tried to grip onto the counter but I just turned around and reached further up her arm, giving her whole body a jolt then opening the door and shoving her into the hallway filled with all of the politicians, business people, models, musicians, executives and every other rich and/or famous person that frequented these hotels. She stood there trying to cover up her nearly naked frame, her cheeks flushing bright red.
"I hate you. I want you gone forever. Consider this our 'divorce'. Understand? -" she cut me off.
"Ville… please! No… don't do this. We can all be together… I do love you!" she stuttered trying to think of any response that would work, "I - I -I can love Bam too. We can all live in Finland!"
Bam and I burst out laughing when she said that.
Bam stepped forward, "Jonna - you blew it," he said, winking at her then pushing me up against the wall, kissing me and shutting the door behind him. The amount of anger, sex, love, happiness, relief and excitement running through my veins right now was unbearable. So I gave in.
--- Same time --- Bam
I slammed my hands onto the hard wall behind him, pressing Ville up against it. His lips tasted the like sweat that had dripped down from his upper lip during his fit of fury. The salt aroused my taste buds reminding me of this man… man. I loved that thought.
I pushed myself into him and felt myself begin to grow hard. He leaned his head sideways and moaned as I kissed and lightly bit his neck.
"Bam… this is… this is heaven," he said breathily.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked playfully biting on his neck harder.
He let out a loud gasp and gripped onto my hips. "Yes… yes!" he shouted. He pulled himself towards me and began to slide his hands around my hips towards the back of them and slowly down until he firmly gripped my backside, then forcefully shoved himself towards me.
My hands fell from the wall and around his neck as my knees began to grow weaker. Unexpectedly he pulled away from me and took a few steps back. I fell to my knees, no longer able to hold myself up as my body became uncontrollably turned on.
He smiled at me from several feet away, "Come here… Bammy," he said, pulling his finger towards himself, directing me like I was his pet. He pointed to the floor directly in front of him.
I let out a sigh but it was shaky and only revealed my true arousal to him. I leaned forward and crawled on my hands and knees towards his towering frame. When I finally reached him, I kneeled below him and gave him a pleading look with my eyes. I slid my hands up his legs, my fingers gliding along the tight leather pants that he wore. They hung loosely around his bony hips and tugged on them as if to tell him what I wanted.
"Bam… I don't want your body language. Don't get me wrong - it's sexy as hell… but you need to voice what you want," he said smiling.
"You," I said, as if stating the obvious.
"Mm… and what about me?" he said, still grinning.
"Your cock. Is that enough Vil - is that what you want to hear. How about this: I want to grip your hard cock and slide it inside my salivating mouth," I said as if challenging his request and taking it to an absurd level.
Apparently, it worked because his mouth parted and he appeared as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the vocal strength to do so.
I grabbed onto the buttons of his leather pants and pulled them apart quickly and unzipped them. He placed his fingers on the side of my head, teasing the curls in my hair. Reaching my hand inside his pants, I wrapped my fingers around his length and held it tightly, beginning to slide my hand back and forth. He tensed his shoulders and let out a few quiet gasps. That wasn't enough to satisfy my sexual hunger at this point. I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of his cock, pressing my lips tightly around it. I kept one hand on his length and placed the other on the back of his thigh and slammed him forward, shoving it all the way down the back of my mouth.
That was enough to finally get a moan out of him. He extended his arm to brace himself against the wall.
"Holy shit Bam," he said pausing to moan again, "I still don't know where the fuck you learned how to suck dick so well."
I pulled my mouth away from his cock and wiped a few small sticky drops of saliva from my lips, "Consider it a natural talent," I said, licking my tongue across my teeth and gazing up at him, widening my big blue eyes and then gently swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and then up and down the shaft.
"Enough!" he yelled. He fell to the floor into the pile of designer pillows that the hotel had placed there for aesthetic appearance. We had now found a use for them.
"You said it yourself Vil - you're not in control anymore. And this time," I said smirking, "you get to take it."
He leaned in to kiss me and pulled my shirt off. It tore as he tugged on it so he just ripped the entire thing off of my sweaty torso and threw it aside. We fell into each other, our soft, moist skin touching. I could feel his erect nipples pressing against mine and the thought of his gorgeous body sent shivers down my spine.
"Take me," he said. "Take me Bam. No one ever has like this. No one ever loved me. This is perfect," he said, then turned himself around, still on his knees and leaned back into my chest. My fingers crawled around his ribs and forced him into the throbbing hard on that was aching against the thick material of my jeans.
I reached down to unbutton my pants and guided his back downwards until his hands pressed the floor and all I could see was the white of his skin, everywhere. His pants were still around his ankles, revealing everything that I was about to ravish.
I licked two of my fingers and then placed them inside of him and slid them in slowly. A scream erupted from his mouth and he tried to jerk away from me, but I had a firm grip around his thigh.
"Oh no… you're staying right here," I said to him.
I pushed my fingers further inside him, pressing down causing his cries to become even louder. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore I grabbed my throbbing length and pushed the head inside of him.
"Bam!" he shouted. "B-" he tried to cry but was so overwhelmed his voice just cracked and let out a small squeak.
I ignored the cry, because I knew that this was what he wanted. It may have been rough, but he knew how much I loved him, and he knew that this wasn't forceful… this was merely extremely pent up passion. I pushed myself inside until my entire cock was within the tight, warm orifice. I paused for a moment, enjoying it being entirely engulfed inside him.
He took a few deep breaths as if preparing himself for what he was coming.
"Do it Bam. Just do it. I want it… I want it," he said in his sexy deep voice, his thick accent now more apparent that his guard was completely down.
I pulled myself out slightly and then pushed myself back into him. I kept pumping myself inside of him, steadily but only for so long before I changed my rhythm to intensify our sex.
"Harder Bam… you can do it so much harder than this," he said with a slight laugh in his voice.
"Oh… harder? You want it harder? Fine," I said smiling. Instantaneously I slammed myself into him over and over and over again. For someone who claimed to have been with so many men, his insides were so tight around my erection. I kept thrusting myself into him until his breaths became short and constant.
"I know you want to scream, so do it," I said.
"No…" he said still breathing heavily.
I reached down and slid my fingers into his hair that was now soaking with sweat and gripped onto a clump of it and pulled up just enough to raise his head up in the air a little, "Scream," I said again. I pushed myself as far as I could into him and did it as hard as I could several times until finally he began to yell. I removed my hand from his hair and reached around grabbing his throbbing erection.
My knees rested softly on the pillows, there was nothing unenjoyable about this moment. I pulled him up towards me so that he pressed against my torso, our sticky bodies as close as they could get and continued to push myself into him repetitively and stroking his length. My thrusts became faster and faster until with one final slam, I pushed myself into him and my pulsating erection released cum inside of him. His erect length was still firm in my hand I slid it up the shaft and back down a few more times before I saw the white cum spurt from him and he let out one final moan. For a minute, I held him against my body as my length continued to throb within him, holding him tightly and kissing the back of his neck
"I love you," I whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," he said softly and then fell to his hands and knees once more.
As I pulled out of him, I didn't bother with the mess for a minute. It didn't matter right now. I lay down beside him and rested my head on his chest.
"I want us to be like this forever," I said softly.
"What do you mean? With cum in my ass?" he said laughing.
I burst out giggling, "No you prick! Together… happy… lustful… free," I said smiling to myself.
I couldn't see his face, but I knew that his expression was the same. One of pure pleasure.
--- Same time --- Ville
We cleaned ourselves up and slipped back into our clothes. My body tingled with pleasure and happiness.
Completely unexpectedly, Mige, Linde, Burton and Gas stepped out from the bathroom with their towels around their waists. My jaw dropped. They had been here the entire time. My face flushed red with embarrassment.
They all began to clap and yell, "Bravo! Encore!" I buried my head in my hands. Bam, while red in the face, was laughing hysterically.
"Wow you two… that was some kinky rough sex!" Burton shouted.
"Oh yeah… I almost wanted to jump in on the action a couple of times," Linde said with a smirk.
"Yeah… well what stopped ya?" Bam asked.
"Oh… well I guess that I just will next time. No hesitations." Linde said playfully.
I raised my head out of my hands and sighed, "Enough you guys! Next time we fuck - for future reference - it's not for a damn audience!"
Gas stood laughing, "Hey… so far, hearing you shove that stupid bitch Jonna around and get fucked by Bam has been the best entertainment I've had in the US!"
Bam walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "Looks like we've got a lot of good times ahead of us," he said smiling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the heartagram necklace that I'd given him when we first me. "Remember this? I've saved it all this time… I knew that we'd be together. Now I want you to have it for a while… sort of a reminder of all of the good things to come," he said, still smiling.
The guys all headed towards the bar in the kitchen with their towels still on. I faced Bam, "I'll cherish this," I said gripping the necklace, "Just like I cherish you. You're my safe haven… my pleasure… my life. My everything," I said to him.
All of my life I'd been searching for happiness… through music, sex, writing, conversations… and I'd found it among a young American skateboarder in Pennsylvania… the last place I ever would've looked. I found my soul mate… and I guess you could say I found my first true love.
The End
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Holy Crap... two things: 1) That took me forever to write! 2) I think that that's the longest smut scene I've ever written.
Anyway, I hope that you liked it. It is by far not my favorite fic that I've ever written but it's not so bad either. I've got a good idea for another one so we'll see what ends up happening. I'm sure it'll be started up soon.
Comment and let me know what you think... please... now! :)
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R For this last chapter lots of R smut!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not know or own any of these lovely men nor, (obviously,) did I write the lyrics to Love Metal, however the odd story is all from my head.
Summery: Using the lyrics from Love Metal, I arranged them in an order that created a story that involves the Bam/Ville pairing and a love that could turn out to be the best time of their lives, or the worst. Who knows ;)
NOTE: With each chapter, consider the lyrics of the particular song used from Love Metal, but note that it is only related perspective to the lyrics, not necessarily what the song is truly about, (hey, when it all comes down to it, I'm sorry to say that there's no way to get inside Ville's head and truly know what he was thinking with each song.)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter Eleven
The Sacrament
I hear you breathe so far from here
I feel your touch so close and real
And I know
My church is not of silver and gold,
Its glory lies beyond judgment of souls
The commandments are of consolation and warmth
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
I hear you weep so far from here
I taste your tears like you're next to me
And I know
My weak prayers are not enough to heal
The ancient wounds so deep and so dear
The revelation is of hatred and fear
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender and so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you
--- Ville --- Same time, in their hotel
We stepped out of the bright sun and walked through the sliding glass doors of the elegant hotel. The inside smelled like fresh carpet cleaner and the woman at the counter greeted us with a friendly smile.
"Good day Mr. Valo, you have a message from your wife. She wanted me to say that she was expecting your return and that she'll be up in the room waiting for you," the woman said in a very upbeat tone, completely oblivious to the entire situation.
"Thank you, I'm heading up there now," I replied, trying to hide the nervous energy that was now swimming inside me.
We went to the elevator. The number 20 lit up showing what floor it was on. Fantastic. More awkward time to kill.
"Vil - chill out. This will go fine. You'll see."
I laughed nervously, "Easy for you to say. You don't know this woman like I do."
Bam smiled and reached his hand out for mine, gripping it tightly, "No, but I know you."
The elevator finally reached the floor with a loud ding! and we stepped inside it. Time seemed to be passing so slowly as the elevator jerked slightly when rising another floor.
When it opened, I took in a deep breath. This wasn't going to go smoothly. She was such a bitch. Such a bitch.
The door had a "Do not disturb sign" on the handle. I knew what that meant. That was our code for only allowing each other in the room. A code that was about to be broken because at that moment, I turned the knob and Bam and I entered the room together.
I squeezed his hand once more then let go and walked briskly towards the bedroom. Inside, Jonna lay there in a white lace bra and underwear set with matching white thigh highs, skimming through a magazine.
"Well hello there," she said smiling. She drew herself up so that she was on her knees on the bed. Her thin frame pulled straight upward as she stretched her arms into the air above her, then cocked her head to the side and grinned, trying to be sexy.
It wasn't working. Not this time.
"I'm not here for that, so you can put your clothes back on," I said coldly.
But she was persistent as always. She swung her slender legs off the edge of the bed and strut towards me. She leaned in close, and whispered into my ear, "Don’t fight it. You're weak Ville. You know that you want me… and all of the other pretty fan boys that you'll meet," what she said next though, struck a nerve deep within, "You know that you can't commit to a relationship - you don't know how to love." As she wrapped her long cold fingers around my neck I reached out and shoved her down on the bed. At first, she smiled thinking that this was a sexual act, but what I said next, clarified that it wasn't.
"I don’t want you! I didn't know how to love because you're such a goddamn cunt no one could ever love you!" I choked for a moment on the words that I said, they were unexpected and harsh, but it felt good to say so I figured, what the hell, why stop now? "You're such a slut, such a fucking gold-digger… you whore yourself to the media and you whore yourself to men and to woman and then you try to whore yourself to me expecting a false love. Well, love isn't false Jonna. It's not fake like you. True love exists, and it's right here with me, at this moment. It's in my veins, in my heart and in the man standing next to me."
Her jaw hung open. No one had ever told that little brat anything along those lines. She seemed shocked to hear them coming from someone that she probably assumed would fall for her stupid head games.
I grabbed her clothes and opened the window. I ripped apart her $2,000 dress and threw it out onto the parking lot below. Followed by her nice coats and shirts until there were no clothes left in the room except for the revealing underwear that she now wore and the pair of white stiletto heels beside the bed.
"You want to act like a whore, you can be one," I screamed at her. I grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her towards the door.
She struggled but her skinny, lanky frame was no match for my passion right now. She tried to grip onto the counter but I just turned around and reached further up her arm, giving her whole body a jolt then opening the door and shoving her into the hallway filled with all of the politicians, business people, models, musicians, executives and every other rich and/or famous person that frequented these hotels. She stood there trying to cover up her nearly naked frame, her cheeks flushing bright red.
"I hate you. I want you gone forever. Consider this our 'divorce'. Understand? -" she cut me off.
"Ville… please! No… don't do this. We can all be together… I do love you!" she stuttered trying to think of any response that would work, "I - I -I can love Bam too. We can all live in Finland!"
Bam and I burst out laughing when she said that.
Bam stepped forward, "Jonna - you blew it," he said, winking at her then pushing me up against the wall, kissing me and shutting the door behind him. The amount of anger, sex, love, happiness, relief and excitement running through my veins right now was unbearable. So I gave in.
--- Same time --- Bam
I slammed my hands onto the hard wall behind him, pressing Ville up against it. His lips tasted the like sweat that had dripped down from his upper lip during his fit of fury. The salt aroused my taste buds reminding me of this man… man. I loved that thought.
I pushed myself into him and felt myself begin to grow hard. He leaned his head sideways and moaned as I kissed and lightly bit his neck.
"Bam… this is… this is heaven," he said breathily.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked playfully biting on his neck harder.
He let out a loud gasp and gripped onto my hips. "Yes… yes!" he shouted. He pulled himself towards me and began to slide his hands around my hips towards the back of them and slowly down until he firmly gripped my backside, then forcefully shoved himself towards me.
My hands fell from the wall and around his neck as my knees began to grow weaker. Unexpectedly he pulled away from me and took a few steps back. I fell to my knees, no longer able to hold myself up as my body became uncontrollably turned on.
He smiled at me from several feet away, "Come here… Bammy," he said, pulling his finger towards himself, directing me like I was his pet. He pointed to the floor directly in front of him.
I let out a sigh but it was shaky and only revealed my true arousal to him. I leaned forward and crawled on my hands and knees towards his towering frame. When I finally reached him, I kneeled below him and gave him a pleading look with my eyes. I slid my hands up his legs, my fingers gliding along the tight leather pants that he wore. They hung loosely around his bony hips and tugged on them as if to tell him what I wanted.
"Bam… I don't want your body language. Don't get me wrong - it's sexy as hell… but you need to voice what you want," he said smiling.
"You," I said, as if stating the obvious.
"Mm… and what about me?" he said, still grinning.
"Your cock. Is that enough Vil - is that what you want to hear. How about this: I want to grip your hard cock and slide it inside my salivating mouth," I said as if challenging his request and taking it to an absurd level.
Apparently, it worked because his mouth parted and he appeared as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the vocal strength to do so.
I grabbed onto the buttons of his leather pants and pulled them apart quickly and unzipped them. He placed his fingers on the side of my head, teasing the curls in my hair. Reaching my hand inside his pants, I wrapped my fingers around his length and held it tightly, beginning to slide my hand back and forth. He tensed his shoulders and let out a few quiet gasps. That wasn't enough to satisfy my sexual hunger at this point. I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of his cock, pressing my lips tightly around it. I kept one hand on his length and placed the other on the back of his thigh and slammed him forward, shoving it all the way down the back of my mouth.
That was enough to finally get a moan out of him. He extended his arm to brace himself against the wall.
"Holy shit Bam," he said pausing to moan again, "I still don't know where the fuck you learned how to suck dick so well."
I pulled my mouth away from his cock and wiped a few small sticky drops of saliva from my lips, "Consider it a natural talent," I said, licking my tongue across my teeth and gazing up at him, widening my big blue eyes and then gently swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and then up and down the shaft.
"Enough!" he yelled. He fell to the floor into the pile of designer pillows that the hotel had placed there for aesthetic appearance. We had now found a use for them.
"You said it yourself Vil - you're not in control anymore. And this time," I said smirking, "you get to take it."
He leaned in to kiss me and pulled my shirt off. It tore as he tugged on it so he just ripped the entire thing off of my sweaty torso and threw it aside. We fell into each other, our soft, moist skin touching. I could feel his erect nipples pressing against mine and the thought of his gorgeous body sent shivers down my spine.
"Take me," he said. "Take me Bam. No one ever has like this. No one ever loved me. This is perfect," he said, then turned himself around, still on his knees and leaned back into my chest. My fingers crawled around his ribs and forced him into the throbbing hard on that was aching against the thick material of my jeans.
I reached down to unbutton my pants and guided his back downwards until his hands pressed the floor and all I could see was the white of his skin, everywhere. His pants were still around his ankles, revealing everything that I was about to ravish.
I licked two of my fingers and then placed them inside of him and slid them in slowly. A scream erupted from his mouth and he tried to jerk away from me, but I had a firm grip around his thigh.
"Oh no… you're staying right here," I said to him.
I pushed my fingers further inside him, pressing down causing his cries to become even louder. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore I grabbed my throbbing length and pushed the head inside of him.
"Bam!" he shouted. "B-" he tried to cry but was so overwhelmed his voice just cracked and let out a small squeak.
I ignored the cry, because I knew that this was what he wanted. It may have been rough, but he knew how much I loved him, and he knew that this wasn't forceful… this was merely extremely pent up passion. I pushed myself inside until my entire cock was within the tight, warm orifice. I paused for a moment, enjoying it being entirely engulfed inside him.
He took a few deep breaths as if preparing himself for what he was coming.
"Do it Bam. Just do it. I want it… I want it," he said in his sexy deep voice, his thick accent now more apparent that his guard was completely down.
I pulled myself out slightly and then pushed myself back into him. I kept pumping myself inside of him, steadily but only for so long before I changed my rhythm to intensify our sex.
"Harder Bam… you can do it so much harder than this," he said with a slight laugh in his voice.
"Oh… harder? You want it harder? Fine," I said smiling. Instantaneously I slammed myself into him over and over and over again. For someone who claimed to have been with so many men, his insides were so tight around my erection. I kept thrusting myself into him until his breaths became short and constant.
"I know you want to scream, so do it," I said.
"No…" he said still breathing heavily.
I reached down and slid my fingers into his hair that was now soaking with sweat and gripped onto a clump of it and pulled up just enough to raise his head up in the air a little, "Scream," I said again. I pushed myself as far as I could into him and did it as hard as I could several times until finally he began to yell. I removed my hand from his hair and reached around grabbing his throbbing erection.
My knees rested softly on the pillows, there was nothing unenjoyable about this moment. I pulled him up towards me so that he pressed against my torso, our sticky bodies as close as they could get and continued to push myself into him repetitively and stroking his length. My thrusts became faster and faster until with one final slam, I pushed myself into him and my pulsating erection released cum inside of him. His erect length was still firm in my hand I slid it up the shaft and back down a few more times before I saw the white cum spurt from him and he let out one final moan. For a minute, I held him against my body as my length continued to throb within him, holding him tightly and kissing the back of his neck
"I love you," I whispered into his ear.
"I love you too," he said softly and then fell to his hands and knees once more.
As I pulled out of him, I didn't bother with the mess for a minute. It didn't matter right now. I lay down beside him and rested my head on his chest.
"I want us to be like this forever," I said softly.
"What do you mean? With cum in my ass?" he said laughing.
I burst out giggling, "No you prick! Together… happy… lustful… free," I said smiling to myself.
I couldn't see his face, but I knew that his expression was the same. One of pure pleasure.
--- Same time --- Ville
We cleaned ourselves up and slipped back into our clothes. My body tingled with pleasure and happiness.
Completely unexpectedly, Mige, Linde, Burton and Gas stepped out from the bathroom with their towels around their waists. My jaw dropped. They had been here the entire time. My face flushed red with embarrassment.
They all began to clap and yell, "Bravo! Encore!" I buried my head in my hands. Bam, while red in the face, was laughing hysterically.
"Wow you two… that was some kinky rough sex!" Burton shouted.
"Oh yeah… I almost wanted to jump in on the action a couple of times," Linde said with a smirk.
"Yeah… well what stopped ya?" Bam asked.
"Oh… well I guess that I just will next time. No hesitations." Linde said playfully.
I raised my head out of my hands and sighed, "Enough you guys! Next time we fuck - for future reference - it's not for a damn audience!"
Gas stood laughing, "Hey… so far, hearing you shove that stupid bitch Jonna around and get fucked by Bam has been the best entertainment I've had in the US!"
Bam walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "Looks like we've got a lot of good times ahead of us," he said smiling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the heartagram necklace that I'd given him when we first me. "Remember this? I've saved it all this time… I knew that we'd be together. Now I want you to have it for a while… sort of a reminder of all of the good things to come," he said, still smiling.
The guys all headed towards the bar in the kitchen with their towels still on. I faced Bam, "I'll cherish this," I said gripping the necklace, "Just like I cherish you. You're my safe haven… my pleasure… my life. My everything," I said to him.
All of my life I'd been searching for happiness… through music, sex, writing, conversations… and I'd found it among a young American skateboarder in Pennsylvania… the last place I ever would've looked. I found my soul mate… and I guess you could say I found my first true love.
The End
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Holy Crap... two things: 1) That took me forever to write! 2) I think that that's the longest smut scene I've ever written.
Anyway, I hope that you liked it. It is by far not my favorite fic that I've ever written but it's not so bad either. I've got a good idea for another one so we'll see what ends up happening. I'm sure it'll be started up soon.
Comment and let me know what you think... please... now! :)