fic: Wherever I May Roam

[rock_chicka]

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It felt so good to be loved by someone again, but really loved this time…

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I sat there, curled up in his lap. His newly bandaged hands running up and down my back and I smiled, knowing that it would all be alright in the end. Looking up into his eyes, a thought ran through my mind. What if he wanted me? What if by running to me, it meant he loved me back? I looked deeper in his eyes. There was love in them. A glint that I had never seen in his eyes before and it made them beautiful. Without thinking, I pressed my lips to his.

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I was holding him in my arms, just gazing into his eyes when he leant forward and kissed me. I new what was happening but I didn’t stop it. He was kissing me, hungry for more, when he slowed down, but not breaking the kiss completely. I missed having him forcefully trying to gain access to my mouth with his tongue. It felt so good, so different to anything I’ve ever kissed before. I did the only thing I could do. I kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed his face closer to mine. He twisted in my lap until he was straddling me, his long thin legs wrapped around my waist, his fidgeting causing his erection to grind against my groin. I was amazed at how good it felt. Without warning, I moaned. It crept up my throat and was so soft, but Ville heard it, because he worked harder, his tongue cleaning out every cavity in my mouth, his hands exploring my body. I had my hands in his hair, each finger twisted into a different curl. Ville pushed me sidewards down the couch, and I was suddenly on my back with Ville lying on top of me. He sat up, his hands moving down my front. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, throwing it on the floor. Even though shirtless is almost my permanent state, his eyes ran up and down my torso, drinking in every curve, every inch of skin like he had never seen it before.

“Ville?” I whispered. “What…” He silenced me with a kiss, his hands moving all over my body.

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He tried to speak, but I stoped him, fearing if he said something, he would want this to stop. I kissed the words from his mouth, giving him something he had never had before. True love, something he deserved. After silencing him, I worked on his pants, my fingers making short work of his zipper. Getting them off him was easy; I had no shoes to halt my progress and in one swift movement, he was lying underneath me in all his glory. I couldn’t help but stare. He was beautiful and his dick was no exception. He started to squirm under my gaze, and I was brought back to reality. I had the most beautiful man, my best friend, between my legs. What was I going to do about it?? The only manly thing I could do. I fucked him.

Flipping him over, I forced my fingers inside of him. I could feel his pain, the muscles contracting around my fingers, his body moulding to fit the new shapes I was creating. Kissing Bam’s shoulder blade, I pulled out my fingers, and forced my penis inside.

With a scream from Bam, I showed him just how wonderful we could be. I created friction that he had never felt. I made him see that I was better for him then anyone else he had ever had, and by the time I had gotten him to his peak, he was screaming for more, begging me to go harder, faster, deeper, until I thought we would both explode.

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It was a beautiful feeling to be inside of him, to finally fill his needs, and my own.