all will be well . . .
I was inspired . . . by an icon. I don't want to spoil it, so said icon will be pasted at the END of the story. Don't look, cheaters!
-nods-
Title: Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Sixteen <----Sweet sixteen
Rating:
Author: That boy over there -points- -pouts- There is no boy over there. I guess it's me then.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing. Kelis owns the song.
Summary: Snapshots in the lives of Bam and Ville. Drama, suspense, humor, fluff, and sex. Something for everyone! -waves sign-
Previous chapters in cut.
Part Thirteen ... Mwahahahaha.
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Sixteen
just get the perfect blend,
plus what you have within,
then next his eyes are squint,
then he's picked up your scent
Ville was clothed only in jeans, his body glistening from his recent shower, when Bam found him in the kitchen. It was seven in the morning which was, no doubt, the reason Ville felt it was safe to act like a moron without fear of chatisement.
Ville, needless to say, was quite wrong.
He was singing softly, too, as he watched his coffee being made. "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like 'it's better than yours'. Damn right, it's better than yours. I could teach you, but I'd have to charge."
Bam managed to fight his laughter for a few minutes as he watched his boyfriend shaking his ass as he leaned over the counter, halting when he heard Bam finally succumb to his laughter.
"Strawberry or chocolate?" he managed to ask between his breathless giggles.
Ville just glared at him before turning and determinedly not looking at Bam as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Oh, Willa." Bam said, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist from behind. "Don't be mad."
Ville tried to tug himself out of Bam's grasp, nearly spilling his burning coffee all over them in the process.
"But I like your milkshake." Bam insisted, only laughing harder when Ville blushed scarlet and mumbled something in Finnish under his breath. "Oh, c'mon, baby. It's not that bad."
"Ba-am, stop it."
"Oh, quit whining, you big baby." Bam pressed his lips to Ville's neck and rested his chin on Ville's shoulder. "Remember the time you caught me singing 'Like a Virgin' into my hairbrush?"
Ville snorted.
"Of course," Bam added, "I don't shake my ass quite as well as you."
Ville turned his head, planting a kiss on his boyfriend's slightly parted lips. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show because you're not getting any ass for the next two days."
Bam's face immediately went into 'pout' mode. "Why the hell not?"
"I have to go to California. And no," Ville said as Bam's mouth opened to protest, "you're not allowed to come. You have that thing in New Jersey, remember? About the demo?"
Bam pulled his arms away from Ville and crossed them across his chest, leaning against the countertop across from his boyfriend. "Why d'ya gotta go to Cali?" he asked, bottom lip sticking out.
"Because your sexiness is too much for me." Ville said, laughing as he took a drink of his coffee. "We have a photo shoot and an interview." When Bam's bottom lip didn't retreat, Ville set down his coffee and wrapped his arms around Bam's waist. "I'm coming back right after, Bammie-love."
"Oh, fine." Bam said. "But why can't I get some of your milkshake before you get on the plane?"
"No time." Ville said. "You have to drive me to the airport in ten minutes."
"When were you planning on telling me this?" Bam demanded.
"I was planning on waking you up about . . . now." Ville said, looking at the clock. "So I could hear you curse at me. But since you're already up . . ."
"You're such a mean cocktease, Ville."
"Oh, shush, you big baby. I'll suck you off on the way."
* * *
"Oh fuck, Ville." Bam swerved back into his own lane for the third time, ignoring the angry blaring noise emitted from the white car he had nearly crashed into and the middle finger of the forty-something year old woman driving it.
Ville pulled away from Bam's crotch, tilting his head upward to look at his boyfriend who was clenching his teeth to keep from screaming. "You keep doing that and I'm going to have to stop. You're not thirteen, have some restraint, woman."
"Easy for you to say." Bam said hoarsely. "You're not getting your dick sucked in five lanes of traffic." He cursed when Ville took him in between those gorgeous lips once again. He bit his lip again, his voice catching in the back of his throat, knuckles white as he held onto the steering wheel for dear life.
Bam saw a rest area sign and flicked on his turn signal to move over to the other lane, but Ville pulled away once again. "Don't even think about it." he warned. "You wanted it, you deal with it."
"But, Ville-"
"Uh-uh. You want your pants up or down, Bammie?"
"Down." Bam said, whimpering slightly when Ville engulfed him again.
Two rest area signs later, one rest area later, four angry middle fingers later, countless car horns later, and one girl giggling when she saw exactly what was happening in Bam's car . . .
The blue-eyed boy finally exploded into his boyfriend's mouth, fighting a scream by biting his lip so hard it bled. "Jesus fucking Christ." he murmured, trying so hard not to lose control of the car from the exhaustion suddenly evident in his lax shoulders and arms.
"Pull over, love." Ville said. "Catch your breath."
Bam did, collapsing against his seat after he turned the Mercedes off. "Holy fuck."
Ville smiled, leaning over and kissing Bam softly, licking up the blood from Bam's lip biting. "I'm taking it I did a good job."
Bam looked at him tiredly, cursing when he saw a cop pull up behind them. "Shit."
He rolled his window down, trying to smile. He knew exactly what the car smelled like and from the look on the cop's face, he recognized it.
"What exactly seems to be the problem?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
Bam glanced at Ville who made up the lie almost instantly. He pointed at Bam, smiling innocently at the police officer. "My friend here was starting to have an asthma attack so we pulled over. We're very into safe driving."
Bam almost laughed at that. Safe driving my fucking ass. We don't even practice safe sex.
The police officer stared at them for a moment, finally giving a nod. "Well, get back on the road as soon as you can. Have a good day."
"You, too." Ville said, grinning.
Bam glared at his boyfriend after he rolled up his window. "I'm going to fucking kill you, Ville Valo. You're lucky you're going to California for two days."
Five miles later, Ville turned to look at his boyfriend. "Hey, where the fuck's my blowjob?"
lala-lalala,
warm it up,
lala-lalala,
the boys are waiting
---TBC---
Kinky funness. Yay! -waves flag-
I'm running low on Vam chocolates, will pick some up tomorrow. Have some Vam lollipops instead.
FC gets this cute picture I found and a lapdance, of course.
Oh . . . and here's the inspirational icon.
-nods-
Title: Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Sixteen <----Sweet sixteen
Rating:
Author: That boy over there -points- -pouts- There is no boy over there. I guess it's me then.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing. Kelis owns the song.
Summary: Snapshots in the lives of Bam and Ville. Drama, suspense, humor, fluff, and sex. Something for everyone! -waves sign-
Previous chapters in cut.
Part Thirteen ... Mwahahahaha.
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Even Your Shadow I Miss
Part Sixteen
just get the perfect blend,
plus what you have within,
then next his eyes are squint,
then he's picked up your scent
Ville was clothed only in jeans, his body glistening from his recent shower, when Bam found him in the kitchen. It was seven in the morning which was, no doubt, the reason Ville felt it was safe to act like a moron without fear of chatisement.
Ville, needless to say, was quite wrong.
He was singing softly, too, as he watched his coffee being made. "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like 'it's better than yours'. Damn right, it's better than yours. I could teach you, but I'd have to charge."
Bam managed to fight his laughter for a few minutes as he watched his boyfriend shaking his ass as he leaned over the counter, halting when he heard Bam finally succumb to his laughter.
"Strawberry or chocolate?" he managed to ask between his breathless giggles.
Ville just glared at him before turning and determinedly not looking at Bam as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Oh, Willa." Bam said, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist from behind. "Don't be mad."
Ville tried to tug himself out of Bam's grasp, nearly spilling his burning coffee all over them in the process.
"But I like your milkshake." Bam insisted, only laughing harder when Ville blushed scarlet and mumbled something in Finnish under his breath. "Oh, c'mon, baby. It's not that bad."
"Ba-am, stop it."
"Oh, quit whining, you big baby." Bam pressed his lips to Ville's neck and rested his chin on Ville's shoulder. "Remember the time you caught me singing 'Like a Virgin' into my hairbrush?"
Ville snorted.
"Of course," Bam added, "I don't shake my ass quite as well as you."
Ville turned his head, planting a kiss on his boyfriend's slightly parted lips. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show because you're not getting any ass for the next two days."
Bam's face immediately went into 'pout' mode. "Why the hell not?"
"I have to go to California. And no," Ville said as Bam's mouth opened to protest, "you're not allowed to come. You have that thing in New Jersey, remember? About the demo?"
Bam pulled his arms away from Ville and crossed them across his chest, leaning against the countertop across from his boyfriend. "Why d'ya gotta go to Cali?" he asked, bottom lip sticking out.
"Because your sexiness is too much for me." Ville said, laughing as he took a drink of his coffee. "We have a photo shoot and an interview." When Bam's bottom lip didn't retreat, Ville set down his coffee and wrapped his arms around Bam's waist. "I'm coming back right after, Bammie-love."
"Oh, fine." Bam said. "But why can't I get some of your milkshake before you get on the plane?"
"No time." Ville said. "You have to drive me to the airport in ten minutes."
"When were you planning on telling me this?" Bam demanded.
"I was planning on waking you up about . . . now." Ville said, looking at the clock. "So I could hear you curse at me. But since you're already up . . ."
"You're such a mean cocktease, Ville."
"Oh, shush, you big baby. I'll suck you off on the way."
* * *
"Oh fuck, Ville." Bam swerved back into his own lane for the third time, ignoring the angry blaring noise emitted from the white car he had nearly crashed into and the middle finger of the forty-something year old woman driving it.
Ville pulled away from Bam's crotch, tilting his head upward to look at his boyfriend who was clenching his teeth to keep from screaming. "You keep doing that and I'm going to have to stop. You're not thirteen, have some restraint, woman."
"Easy for you to say." Bam said hoarsely. "You're not getting your dick sucked in five lanes of traffic." He cursed when Ville took him in between those gorgeous lips once again. He bit his lip again, his voice catching in the back of his throat, knuckles white as he held onto the steering wheel for dear life.
Bam saw a rest area sign and flicked on his turn signal to move over to the other lane, but Ville pulled away once again. "Don't even think about it." he warned. "You wanted it, you deal with it."
"But, Ville-"
"Uh-uh. You want your pants up or down, Bammie?"
"Down." Bam said, whimpering slightly when Ville engulfed him again.
Two rest area signs later, one rest area later, four angry middle fingers later, countless car horns later, and one girl giggling when she saw exactly what was happening in Bam's car . . .
The blue-eyed boy finally exploded into his boyfriend's mouth, fighting a scream by biting his lip so hard it bled. "Jesus fucking Christ." he murmured, trying so hard not to lose control of the car from the exhaustion suddenly evident in his lax shoulders and arms.
"Pull over, love." Ville said. "Catch your breath."
Bam did, collapsing against his seat after he turned the Mercedes off. "Holy fuck."
Ville smiled, leaning over and kissing Bam softly, licking up the blood from Bam's lip biting. "I'm taking it I did a good job."
Bam looked at him tiredly, cursing when he saw a cop pull up behind them. "Shit."
He rolled his window down, trying to smile. He knew exactly what the car smelled like and from the look on the cop's face, he recognized it.
"What exactly seems to be the problem?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
Bam glanced at Ville who made up the lie almost instantly. He pointed at Bam, smiling innocently at the police officer. "My friend here was starting to have an asthma attack so we pulled over. We're very into safe driving."
Bam almost laughed at that. Safe driving my fucking ass. We don't even practice safe sex.
The police officer stared at them for a moment, finally giving a nod. "Well, get back on the road as soon as you can. Have a good day."
"You, too." Ville said, grinning.
Bam glared at his boyfriend after he rolled up his window. "I'm going to fucking kill you, Ville Valo. You're lucky you're going to California for two days."
Five miles later, Ville turned to look at his boyfriend. "Hey, where the fuck's my blowjob?"
lala-lalala,
warm it up,
lala-lalala,
the boys are waiting
---TBC---
Kinky funness. Yay! -waves flag-
I'm running low on Vam chocolates, will pick some up tomorrow. Have some Vam lollipops instead.
FC gets this cute picture I found and a lapdance, of course.
Oh . . . and here's the inspirational icon.