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Crush ch. 14
CRUSH
Pairing: VAM, Alexi/Ville, Lauri/Bam
Summary: What happens when an innocent crush turns into an obsession?
Disclaimer: if i owned anyone mentioned, i wouldnt waste time with fanfics
Previous chapter:
chapter 13
Chapter 14
Alexi (POV)
Sunday afternoon found me and Lauri sitting around in my room. He’s fumbling around on my computer, probably seeing if anyone has commented on his story yet. Me, well I’m killing time by running my fingers over the fret of my guitar, playing an imaginary solo in my head. God I’m bored. I haven’t seen my mother since she left early this morning. She had tried to come in and wake me for church; previous incidents have convinced her that I need to learn good moral values. Well, being too hung over to attend a religious gathering isn’t the best way to start.
“You know what?” Lauri’s voice interrupts my inner guitar solo.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“We should have a battle royal!” He says excitedly, turning around with a grin upon his face.
“You need more than two people for that,” I reply dully. To most people, his statement would sound strange, but I guess that I’ve grown accustomed to it.
“Oh…right,” he pouts. “Hmm…we could have sex?”
“No.”
“Fair enough,” he replies. He lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh and gets up from my computer chair. He begins to look around my room, examining my posters and the crap I have laying on top of my dresser. I roll my eyes and decide it best to just ignore him.
“Oh, what’s this?” He asks. “Who is this blonde beauty?” My eyes shoot upward and I see him holding a picture in his hands. I drop my guitar and run to snatch the photo from him.
“Don’t touch my things!” I shout. He steps back, slight fear evident in his eyes.
“Calm down,” he says quietly. “I just wanted to know who he was.”
I let out a deep breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I don’t know what just came over me. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” I apologize as I place the picture back into my dresser drawer.
“I…its ok,” he tries to reassure me. “Who is he anyway? He’s really pretty.”
“Yeah, he was. His name is Eicca.” Lauri doesn’t ask me anymore questions. Hoping that the subject will be left alone, I close the drawer and sit back down on my bed, picking up my guitar. I work my fingers furiously over the fret, trying to work out some of my aggression.
“So…Skwissgaar. What do you want to do today?” Lauri asks as he plops down beside me on the bed.
“Skwissgaar?” I ask.
“You kind of look like him. He’s the world’s fastest guitarist in the world’s greatest metal band,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Oh yeah? And what band would that be?”
“Why Dethklok of course,” he says as if it was common knowledge.
“Never heard of them.”
“Oh…Just as well. Its not a real band anyway. Just from a cartoon called Metaocalypse.”
“So…I look like a cartoon character?”
“Yes, but that’s not the point right now. What are we going to do today?” He begins to bounce on my bed like a five year old on a sugar high.
“I don’t know. You…want to go see a movie or something?” Honestly, what does he want from me.
“Fantastic idea! It’s a date.”
“No its not,” I laugh.
“Pfft. Sure its not. Just don’t try to grope me and take advantage of me in that dark theater,” he laughs while trying to cover his body. I let out a small giggle. “I mean it mister. I’m not some tramp and I won’t put out on the first date.”
“Technically, wouldn’t this be our third date?”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, I guess its ok if you cop a feel then.”
Perhaps the movies wasn’t the best idea. Lauri and I couldn’t agree on anything. I wanted to see a horror movie, he wanted to see some random romantic comedy. I wanted to see some action/thriller, he wanted to see an animation. Honestly, he’s like a five year old girl sometimes. We stood outside the theater arguing about it for about fifteen minutes, before I heard an oh so familiar voice.
“So watching a bunch of sweaty men in leather bikini’s isn’t too gay, is it?” It was Bam. What the hell was he talking about?
I turn around to see Bam and Ville, arm in arm, heading in our direction. I quickly whip back around and grab Lauri’s hand, pulling him next to me.
“What the hell…lo Bam! Hey Ville,” Lauri says.
“Hey guys,” Bam greets us. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Seeing a movie obviously,” I reply, trying to hold back the sarcasm. “What are you guys going to see?”
“300. I loved Gerard Butler as the Phantom, so I thought I might as well see him as King Leonidas,” Ville answers. Well that explains the leather bikini thing.
“That’s weird. That’s what we’re going to see,” I grin. “Right Lauri?”
Lauri doesn’t quite catch on to the opportunity here, so I give his hand a forceful squeeze. “Oh…yeah, we were.”
“Oh, cool. You guys want to sit together?” Bam asks. “We could make this a double date.”
“Sure, sounds fun.”
Ville (POV)
Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! I just want one day alone with my boyfriend, but no, that’s too much to ask for. Its not that I don’t like Alexi and Lauri, I just wanted to be with Bam, not hanging out with his friends. The movie wasn’t so bad; it was strange though that Alexi kept grabbing me during the battle scenes, but I didn’t think much of it. Afterwards, we went to the mall. I had planned to buy some new leather pants, something to tease Bammie with, but instead I was dragged into a skate shop whilst Bam and Lauri rambled on and on about the upcoming competition. After about five minutes, I was already sick of it, so I plopped myself down on a bench.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” I look up to see Alexi hovering over me. I give him a weak smile and tell him nothing was wrong. “You not into this shit either?”
“Not particularly,” I reply.
“Well, I’m kind of thirsty. Do you want to go with me to get a drink. It’ll get you away for a bit.” I’m about to decline, but I can see that he’s about as bored as I am and could probably use the company.
“Sure kulta.”
I tell Bam that we’re leaving, but I don’t think he heard me. Sighing, I follow Alexi out of the store. We walk around a few minutes before we find a coke machine. He offers me one, but I decline. I need something a bit stronger right now. But then again, maybe I should cut down. Can’t be a booze hound all my life after all. What with shaping young lives; what kind of role model would I be if I showed up to work hung over everyday?
“Oh shit!” Alexi shouts.
“What?”
“This town actually has a Hot Topic. Fucking A! Come on, I need some new bondage pants.” Before I can say a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me along inside the store.
Once inside, I manage to take back my appendage and he quickly walks over to the men’s section to find his elusive pants. I begin to slowly walk around, taking in my surroundings. This wasn’t a bad place, a little too much emo clothing, but the lovely corsets and nice bands shirts made up for it. I walk to the back wall to examine the band t-shirts and smile when I spot something familiar. There, along the wall, is a lone 69 Eyes shirt. They were an amazing band, but they deserve more recognition here in the states. I had met them a few times when my band was trying to put together a demo. They had assisted us with Dark Sekret Love, which ended up being fantastic.
Smiling, I grab the shirt and continue to look around. I also find a Rolling Stones tank top, a scarf to replace the one that seems to have disappeared, a pair of Misfits gloves, and some pirate hoop earrings. All in all, I was happy with my choices and was ready to pay for them, when Alexi grabbed my arm.
“Ville, I need your opinion on something.” Shrugging, I take my things and follow him.
“Which ones do you think that I should get?” He points at the rows of baggy pants adorned with many chains and zippers.
“Which one do you like the best?” I ask. I’m not really into these kinds of pants. I’m more into the ‘so tight, I shouldn’t be able to breathe’ type.
“I don’t know…which do you think would look best?”
“Oh…I don’t know. Why don’t you try them on and I’ll tell you what I think.”
“Ok!” He says cheerfully. He grabs about five pairs and bounces off to the dressing room. He seems happy.
After about twenty minutes of examining the clothing, I finally convinced him that he looked good in the solid black pair with few chains and two straps hanging from the behind. I thought that we would be done after that, but Alexi says that he has one more thing to show me.
“I found these and I thought that you might like them,” he says as he grabs a folded pair of black pants. He holds them up for me to examine. They’re actually quite nice. It is a pair of low riding leather pants. I take them from him and look at the size. They were about my size. Actually, I think that they were girl’s pants, but whatever.
“Alright, I’ll try them on.” I hand him my other items and walk back to the dressing room.
Once inside the small room, or should I say closet, I began the task of loosing my jeans. I pull them down, but as I bent to pick them up, I noticed Alexi’s feet outside the door.
“Are you waiting on me sweetheart?”
“I just want to see what they look like. After all, I modeled for you,” he calls from the other side of the door.
I shrug and begin to work my body into the tight leather. After wrestling with them for a few minutes, I am able to pull them up and fasten them. My God, these were tight and rode extremely low. I looked myself over in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. The lower part of my torso, from my navel to just above my pubic area was exposed, revealing my tattoo perfectly. These things may be a hassle, but my God, my ass has never looked better.
“Ville, are you stuck,” Alexi chuckles. “Come on, lets see what they look like.”
“If you really want to,” I reply. I swing open the door and he smiles. It quickly fades though and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as his jaw falls off its hinges. I giggle at his expression.
“What do you think? Too trashy?” I ask. He in return makes a kind of gurgling noise in response.
“Well?” I ask again.
He shakes his head, as if coming out of a trance before responding. “Um…I think that if you wore those to school or in general public, you would be arrested.”
“They’re perfect then,” I smile. “Bam is going to love them.”
Alexi (POV)
Holy shit! I had thought that the clothes would look good on him, but I hadn’t expected the incarnation of sex to walk out of the dressing room. The pants clung to him like a second skin. His milky white torso was exposed, revealing a beautiful tattoo that somewhat resembled a heart and a pentagram. I’ll have to ask him about that later. But anyway, back to his body. My eyes trailed from the tattoo down to the few pieces of pubic hair poking out from the top of the pants. They were teasing me, as if saying ‘You can look, but you can never touch.’ I began thanking every deity I could think of for this vision before me.
“Well?” He asks. I didn’t realize that he had been speaking and that I was on the verge of drooling.
“Um…I think that if you wore those to school or in general public, you would be arrested,” I laugh.
“They’re perfect then,” he says with a wicked grin. “Bam is going to love them.”
My smile fades at those words. In my moment of lust, I had forgotten about Bam. Its just not fair that I’m the one who picks out the revealing clothing, but Bam is the only one who gets to see them.
“I better get these off then. It should be a nice surprise for him,” he says as he turns back into the dressing room.
“Yeah…he’s going to love it.” How could he not? In two seconds, Ville had captured the attention of everyone in the store. There was even a couple fighting because the girl’s boyfriend couldn’t stop staring.
“Oh shit!” Ville shouts.
“What’s wrong?” I call back.
“The damn zipper is stuck,” he says. Looking towards the heavens, I mouth a ‘thank you’ to God.
“Do you need any help,” I ask, trying to keep my excitement down.
“No, I think I can get it,” he says, crushing my hopes. I wait another few minutes; his frustrated words coming through the door.
“Did you get it?” I ask. Please say no.
“Not yet. Fuck, I give up! Do…you think you can help me?” He asks hesitantly. Isn’t this how bad porno’s start? If so, then this is officially the best day ever.
“Sure, I can try,” I say. And hey, if my fingers can’t pull it down, I can always use my teeth. Chuckling at the thought, I stand back to let him out of the room. He comes out, his face flushed in frustration and pants unbuttoned.
“These look great, but I’m beginning to wonder if they’re worth the trouble,” he says.
“Don’t say that,” I tell him. Damn it, he is getting these pants!
Holding back the excited grin that is threatening to break out, I hook my fingers into the waistband and try to pull them down a bit. More of his dark, curly hairs are exposed and I bite my lip to concentrate. That shouldn’t be too hard. No…I’m only inches away from the promise land after all. Just take a deep breath, and try to keep your blood from rushing from your head to your cock. My fingers wrap around the zipper and I try to pull it down. In my mind, I had planned that I would get the thing unstuck, he would smile and be so grateful that I would be able to push him into the dressing room and fuck him into the wall. But no, fate wasn’t on my side. The damn thing really was stuck.
“Well fuck,” I mutter.
“Seriously.” He replies.
“I think I almost have it,” I give it one more good tug, and it comes loose. “There you go.”
“Finally,” he sighs. “Thanks love, I think I can take it from here.”
“Are you sure you don’t need anymore help?” I say without thinking. Shit! I try to play it off by laughing, relieved when he does the same.
“I’m not that helpless sweetheart.”
He goes back into the dressing room, leaving me there feeling stupid and a bit turned on. I try to think of unsexy thoughts, hoping not to have another public erection. I don’t think I could take that kind of humiliation again; I don’t even have Lauri to blame it on.
“There you fuckers are,” Bam’s voice rings out in my ears. Turning around I see him and Lauri making his way towards me.
“You trying to run off with my man, Alexi,” Bam laughs, playfully punching my arm.
“Not yet,” I answer, punching him back a little harder. He winces and rubs his arm. A smirk appears on my face from knowing that I’d hurt him.
“So…” Larui gives me a look and quickly rushes to my side, throwing his arm around me. “Did you get anything babe? Hopefully something that makes your oh so adorable ass look good.” He emphasizes his point by grabbing my ass and giving it a firm squeeze. I’m going to kill him later.
“Yeah. Well, Ville thought that it looked good,” I smirked. Bam gave me a confused look, but before he could say anything, Ville emerged.
“Hey baby,” Bam says, giving my Ville a peck on the lips. “Why’d you leave? You didn’t even tell me where you were going.”
“Yes I did,” he says. “I told you that I was going to get a drink, but I guess you weren’t listening.”
“You did?” Bam asks, face flushing red from embarrassment. “I’m sorry babe. Well, what did you get.”
“Not much. A couple of shirts, earrings, gloves, a scarf, and…” he smiles evilly and holds up the leather garment. “These.”
“Holy shit!” Bam exclaims. “These are fucking sweet.” He snatches them from Ville and looks them over.
“I know. Now hand them over, I still need to pay for them.” Ville takes them back and we walk over to the register.
A board looking emo kid, with a single snake bite lip rings up my purchase. Lauri and I stand back and wait for Ville and Bam to finish. Ville piles his things onto the counter. The emo boy sighs and begins to scan the items. Once finished, he announces the price. Ville pulls out his wallets as Bam’s eyes go wide.
“A hundred and twenty dollars, Vil’!” Bam shouts, causing a few people to look in our direction.
“Yeah,” Ville replies nonchalantly as he hands over his credit card. “So what?”
“Why are you spending all of our money on shit you don’t need?”
“First of all,” Ville says with slight anger in his voice. “Its not our money. This is my money. And second, can we please not do this here?” Ville looks around and notices the people staring at him. Lauri and I stayed frozen in our positions, too awkward to say anything to them.
“No we will talk about this now.” The clerk pushes the bag of clothing to Ville and mutters a quiet ‘have a nice day’. “We’ve got bills to pay and you’re spending all the money on useless shit.”
“Bam please…” Ville pleads. He looks like he’s about to cry. His bottom lip is trembling and his eyes are turning red. Oh please don’t cry my love.
“Don’t give me that crying shit.” Well that was harsh. “It isn’t going to work this time.”
Ville bites his lip and narrows his eyes. “I’m wasting money huh? What’s that under your arm?” I divert my eyes to the item under Bam’s arm. It looks like a skate board deck.
“It’s a new deck. What of it?”
“You’re saying all this shit that I’m wasting money, but you have to go and buy a new deck when you have about ten at home!”
“Don’t yell at me! I needed a new one for the competition next week. Its not like I’m buying clothes that make me look like a whore!” Bam screams. Ville’s lip begins to tremble uncontrollably and a single tear falls from his eye.
“Bam,” I say. Someone needs to stop this. “Maybe you should talk about this somewhere else. People are staring.” Bam gives me a look as if to say ‘mind your own fucking business’ and gives a loud huff.
“Whatever. Ville, lets go. We’re going to be late for dinner with my parents.” Bam starts to walk away. Ville lets out a sigh and with his head down, begins to follow Bam. Before he can leave, I grab his arm and pull him aside.
“Are you ok?” I ask. My poor baby.
“No,” he sniffles. Its horrible to say, but even when he cries, he’s adorable. He wipes a tear from his eye. “But I’ll be alright. I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow.” With that, he walks away.
“Wow,” Lauri says. “That escalated quickly.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“I mean that got out of hand real fast. Poor Ville.”
“I know,” I say before turning to face him with a shit eating grin on my face. “Wasn’t it great?”
“What do you mean? Ville was just humiliated.”
“Yeah, but if this keeps up, he’ll dump Bam for sure. And then, you can have a wounded, vulnerable Bam all to yourself.” Lauri flashes a devilish smile.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love that big sexy brain of yours?” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and we begin to walk out of the store.
“Hey blonde kid!” The must be talking to me. I turn and see the emo clerk coming after us.
“Yes?”
“Was your friend alright?” He asks.
“Why do you care?” Lauri asks rudely. I love my friend.
“Hey, I was just asking. Don’t be a douche.” He snaps. “Anyway, I think he dropped this.” He holds out a small, silver key. I quickly snatch it from him and he returns to the store.
My eyes are gleaming as I examine the key. It can’t possibly be… Oh this is officially the best day ever!
“What is it?” Lauri asks.
“I think its their apartment key.”
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comments are love ^^
And a few pics of Eicca, because he will become relevent
pic for the story
and one more because he's so pretty and he should be in more stories *hint hint*
Pairing: VAM, Alexi/Ville, Lauri/Bam
Summary: What happens when an innocent crush turns into an obsession?
Disclaimer: if i owned anyone mentioned, i wouldnt waste time with fanfics
Previous chapter:
chapter 13
Chapter 14
Alexi (POV)
Sunday afternoon found me and Lauri sitting around in my room. He’s fumbling around on my computer, probably seeing if anyone has commented on his story yet. Me, well I’m killing time by running my fingers over the fret of my guitar, playing an imaginary solo in my head. God I’m bored. I haven’t seen my mother since she left early this morning. She had tried to come in and wake me for church; previous incidents have convinced her that I need to learn good moral values. Well, being too hung over to attend a religious gathering isn’t the best way to start.
“You know what?” Lauri’s voice interrupts my inner guitar solo.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“We should have a battle royal!” He says excitedly, turning around with a grin upon his face.
“You need more than two people for that,” I reply dully. To most people, his statement would sound strange, but I guess that I’ve grown accustomed to it.
“Oh…right,” he pouts. “Hmm…we could have sex?”
“No.”
“Fair enough,” he replies. He lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh and gets up from my computer chair. He begins to look around my room, examining my posters and the crap I have laying on top of my dresser. I roll my eyes and decide it best to just ignore him.
“Oh, what’s this?” He asks. “Who is this blonde beauty?” My eyes shoot upward and I see him holding a picture in his hands. I drop my guitar and run to snatch the photo from him.
“Don’t touch my things!” I shout. He steps back, slight fear evident in his eyes.
“Calm down,” he says quietly. “I just wanted to know who he was.”
I let out a deep breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I don’t know what just came over me. “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” I apologize as I place the picture back into my dresser drawer.
“I…its ok,” he tries to reassure me. “Who is he anyway? He’s really pretty.”
“Yeah, he was. His name is Eicca.” Lauri doesn’t ask me anymore questions. Hoping that the subject will be left alone, I close the drawer and sit back down on my bed, picking up my guitar. I work my fingers furiously over the fret, trying to work out some of my aggression.
“So…Skwissgaar. What do you want to do today?” Lauri asks as he plops down beside me on the bed.
“Skwissgaar?” I ask.
“You kind of look like him. He’s the world’s fastest guitarist in the world’s greatest metal band,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Oh yeah? And what band would that be?”
“Why Dethklok of course,” he says as if it was common knowledge.
“Never heard of them.”
“Oh…Just as well. Its not a real band anyway. Just from a cartoon called Metaocalypse.”
“So…I look like a cartoon character?”
“Yes, but that’s not the point right now. What are we going to do today?” He begins to bounce on my bed like a five year old on a sugar high.
“I don’t know. You…want to go see a movie or something?” Honestly, what does he want from me.
“Fantastic idea! It’s a date.”
“No its not,” I laugh.
“Pfft. Sure its not. Just don’t try to grope me and take advantage of me in that dark theater,” he laughs while trying to cover his body. I let out a small giggle. “I mean it mister. I’m not some tramp and I won’t put out on the first date.”
“Technically, wouldn’t this be our third date?”
“Oh, that’s right. Well, I guess its ok if you cop a feel then.”
Perhaps the movies wasn’t the best idea. Lauri and I couldn’t agree on anything. I wanted to see a horror movie, he wanted to see some random romantic comedy. I wanted to see some action/thriller, he wanted to see an animation. Honestly, he’s like a five year old girl sometimes. We stood outside the theater arguing about it for about fifteen minutes, before I heard an oh so familiar voice.
“So watching a bunch of sweaty men in leather bikini’s isn’t too gay, is it?” It was Bam. What the hell was he talking about?
I turn around to see Bam and Ville, arm in arm, heading in our direction. I quickly whip back around and grab Lauri’s hand, pulling him next to me.
“What the hell…lo Bam! Hey Ville,” Lauri says.
“Hey guys,” Bam greets us. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Seeing a movie obviously,” I reply, trying to hold back the sarcasm. “What are you guys going to see?”
“300. I loved Gerard Butler as the Phantom, so I thought I might as well see him as King Leonidas,” Ville answers. Well that explains the leather bikini thing.
“That’s weird. That’s what we’re going to see,” I grin. “Right Lauri?”
Lauri doesn’t quite catch on to the opportunity here, so I give his hand a forceful squeeze. “Oh…yeah, we were.”
“Oh, cool. You guys want to sit together?” Bam asks. “We could make this a double date.”
“Sure, sounds fun.”
Ville (POV)
Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! I just want one day alone with my boyfriend, but no, that’s too much to ask for. Its not that I don’t like Alexi and Lauri, I just wanted to be with Bam, not hanging out with his friends. The movie wasn’t so bad; it was strange though that Alexi kept grabbing me during the battle scenes, but I didn’t think much of it. Afterwards, we went to the mall. I had planned to buy some new leather pants, something to tease Bammie with, but instead I was dragged into a skate shop whilst Bam and Lauri rambled on and on about the upcoming competition. After about five minutes, I was already sick of it, so I plopped myself down on a bench.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” I look up to see Alexi hovering over me. I give him a weak smile and tell him nothing was wrong. “You not into this shit either?”
“Not particularly,” I reply.
“Well, I’m kind of thirsty. Do you want to go with me to get a drink. It’ll get you away for a bit.” I’m about to decline, but I can see that he’s about as bored as I am and could probably use the company.
“Sure kulta.”
I tell Bam that we’re leaving, but I don’t think he heard me. Sighing, I follow Alexi out of the store. We walk around a few minutes before we find a coke machine. He offers me one, but I decline. I need something a bit stronger right now. But then again, maybe I should cut down. Can’t be a booze hound all my life after all. What with shaping young lives; what kind of role model would I be if I showed up to work hung over everyday?
“Oh shit!” Alexi shouts.
“What?”
“This town actually has a Hot Topic. Fucking A! Come on, I need some new bondage pants.” Before I can say a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me along inside the store.
Once inside, I manage to take back my appendage and he quickly walks over to the men’s section to find his elusive pants. I begin to slowly walk around, taking in my surroundings. This wasn’t a bad place, a little too much emo clothing, but the lovely corsets and nice bands shirts made up for it. I walk to the back wall to examine the band t-shirts and smile when I spot something familiar. There, along the wall, is a lone 69 Eyes shirt. They were an amazing band, but they deserve more recognition here in the states. I had met them a few times when my band was trying to put together a demo. They had assisted us with Dark Sekret Love, which ended up being fantastic.
Smiling, I grab the shirt and continue to look around. I also find a Rolling Stones tank top, a scarf to replace the one that seems to have disappeared, a pair of Misfits gloves, and some pirate hoop earrings. All in all, I was happy with my choices and was ready to pay for them, when Alexi grabbed my arm.
“Ville, I need your opinion on something.” Shrugging, I take my things and follow him.
“Which ones do you think that I should get?” He points at the rows of baggy pants adorned with many chains and zippers.
“Which one do you like the best?” I ask. I’m not really into these kinds of pants. I’m more into the ‘so tight, I shouldn’t be able to breathe’ type.
“I don’t know…which do you think would look best?”
“Oh…I don’t know. Why don’t you try them on and I’ll tell you what I think.”
“Ok!” He says cheerfully. He grabs about five pairs and bounces off to the dressing room. He seems happy.
After about twenty minutes of examining the clothing, I finally convinced him that he looked good in the solid black pair with few chains and two straps hanging from the behind. I thought that we would be done after that, but Alexi says that he has one more thing to show me.
“I found these and I thought that you might like them,” he says as he grabs a folded pair of black pants. He holds them up for me to examine. They’re actually quite nice. It is a pair of low riding leather pants. I take them from him and look at the size. They were about my size. Actually, I think that they were girl’s pants, but whatever.
“Alright, I’ll try them on.” I hand him my other items and walk back to the dressing room.
Once inside the small room, or should I say closet, I began the task of loosing my jeans. I pull them down, but as I bent to pick them up, I noticed Alexi’s feet outside the door.
“Are you waiting on me sweetheart?”
“I just want to see what they look like. After all, I modeled for you,” he calls from the other side of the door.
I shrug and begin to work my body into the tight leather. After wrestling with them for a few minutes, I am able to pull them up and fasten them. My God, these were tight and rode extremely low. I looked myself over in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. The lower part of my torso, from my navel to just above my pubic area was exposed, revealing my tattoo perfectly. These things may be a hassle, but my God, my ass has never looked better.
“Ville, are you stuck,” Alexi chuckles. “Come on, lets see what they look like.”
“If you really want to,” I reply. I swing open the door and he smiles. It quickly fades though and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as his jaw falls off its hinges. I giggle at his expression.
“What do you think? Too trashy?” I ask. He in return makes a kind of gurgling noise in response.
“Well?” I ask again.
He shakes his head, as if coming out of a trance before responding. “Um…I think that if you wore those to school or in general public, you would be arrested.”
“They’re perfect then,” I smile. “Bam is going to love them.”
Alexi (POV)
Holy shit! I had thought that the clothes would look good on him, but I hadn’t expected the incarnation of sex to walk out of the dressing room. The pants clung to him like a second skin. His milky white torso was exposed, revealing a beautiful tattoo that somewhat resembled a heart and a pentagram. I’ll have to ask him about that later. But anyway, back to his body. My eyes trailed from the tattoo down to the few pieces of pubic hair poking out from the top of the pants. They were teasing me, as if saying ‘You can look, but you can never touch.’ I began thanking every deity I could think of for this vision before me.
“Well?” He asks. I didn’t realize that he had been speaking and that I was on the verge of drooling.
“Um…I think that if you wore those to school or in general public, you would be arrested,” I laugh.
“They’re perfect then,” he says with a wicked grin. “Bam is going to love them.”
My smile fades at those words. In my moment of lust, I had forgotten about Bam. Its just not fair that I’m the one who picks out the revealing clothing, but Bam is the only one who gets to see them.
“I better get these off then. It should be a nice surprise for him,” he says as he turns back into the dressing room.
“Yeah…he’s going to love it.” How could he not? In two seconds, Ville had captured the attention of everyone in the store. There was even a couple fighting because the girl’s boyfriend couldn’t stop staring.
“Oh shit!” Ville shouts.
“What’s wrong?” I call back.
“The damn zipper is stuck,” he says. Looking towards the heavens, I mouth a ‘thank you’ to God.
“Do you need any help,” I ask, trying to keep my excitement down.
“No, I think I can get it,” he says, crushing my hopes. I wait another few minutes; his frustrated words coming through the door.
“Did you get it?” I ask. Please say no.
“Not yet. Fuck, I give up! Do…you think you can help me?” He asks hesitantly. Isn’t this how bad porno’s start? If so, then this is officially the best day ever.
“Sure, I can try,” I say. And hey, if my fingers can’t pull it down, I can always use my teeth. Chuckling at the thought, I stand back to let him out of the room. He comes out, his face flushed in frustration and pants unbuttoned.
“These look great, but I’m beginning to wonder if they’re worth the trouble,” he says.
“Don’t say that,” I tell him. Damn it, he is getting these pants!
Holding back the excited grin that is threatening to break out, I hook my fingers into the waistband and try to pull them down a bit. More of his dark, curly hairs are exposed and I bite my lip to concentrate. That shouldn’t be too hard. No…I’m only inches away from the promise land after all. Just take a deep breath, and try to keep your blood from rushing from your head to your cock. My fingers wrap around the zipper and I try to pull it down. In my mind, I had planned that I would get the thing unstuck, he would smile and be so grateful that I would be able to push him into the dressing room and fuck him into the wall. But no, fate wasn’t on my side. The damn thing really was stuck.
“Well fuck,” I mutter.
“Seriously.” He replies.
“I think I almost have it,” I give it one more good tug, and it comes loose. “There you go.”
“Finally,” he sighs. “Thanks love, I think I can take it from here.”
“Are you sure you don’t need anymore help?” I say without thinking. Shit! I try to play it off by laughing, relieved when he does the same.
“I’m not that helpless sweetheart.”
He goes back into the dressing room, leaving me there feeling stupid and a bit turned on. I try to think of unsexy thoughts, hoping not to have another public erection. I don’t think I could take that kind of humiliation again; I don’t even have Lauri to blame it on.
“There you fuckers are,” Bam’s voice rings out in my ears. Turning around I see him and Lauri making his way towards me.
“You trying to run off with my man, Alexi,” Bam laughs, playfully punching my arm.
“Not yet,” I answer, punching him back a little harder. He winces and rubs his arm. A smirk appears on my face from knowing that I’d hurt him.
“So…” Larui gives me a look and quickly rushes to my side, throwing his arm around me. “Did you get anything babe? Hopefully something that makes your oh so adorable ass look good.” He emphasizes his point by grabbing my ass and giving it a firm squeeze. I’m going to kill him later.
“Yeah. Well, Ville thought that it looked good,” I smirked. Bam gave me a confused look, but before he could say anything, Ville emerged.
“Hey baby,” Bam says, giving my Ville a peck on the lips. “Why’d you leave? You didn’t even tell me where you were going.”
“Yes I did,” he says. “I told you that I was going to get a drink, but I guess you weren’t listening.”
“You did?” Bam asks, face flushing red from embarrassment. “I’m sorry babe. Well, what did you get.”
“Not much. A couple of shirts, earrings, gloves, a scarf, and…” he smiles evilly and holds up the leather garment. “These.”
“Holy shit!” Bam exclaims. “These are fucking sweet.” He snatches them from Ville and looks them over.
“I know. Now hand them over, I still need to pay for them.” Ville takes them back and we walk over to the register.
A board looking emo kid, with a single snake bite lip rings up my purchase. Lauri and I stand back and wait for Ville and Bam to finish. Ville piles his things onto the counter. The emo boy sighs and begins to scan the items. Once finished, he announces the price. Ville pulls out his wallets as Bam’s eyes go wide.
“A hundred and twenty dollars, Vil’!” Bam shouts, causing a few people to look in our direction.
“Yeah,” Ville replies nonchalantly as he hands over his credit card. “So what?”
“Why are you spending all of our money on shit you don’t need?”
“First of all,” Ville says with slight anger in his voice. “Its not our money. This is my money. And second, can we please not do this here?” Ville looks around and notices the people staring at him. Lauri and I stayed frozen in our positions, too awkward to say anything to them.
“No we will talk about this now.” The clerk pushes the bag of clothing to Ville and mutters a quiet ‘have a nice day’. “We’ve got bills to pay and you’re spending all the money on useless shit.”
“Bam please…” Ville pleads. He looks like he’s about to cry. His bottom lip is trembling and his eyes are turning red. Oh please don’t cry my love.
“Don’t give me that crying shit.” Well that was harsh. “It isn’t going to work this time.”
Ville bites his lip and narrows his eyes. “I’m wasting money huh? What’s that under your arm?” I divert my eyes to the item under Bam’s arm. It looks like a skate board deck.
“It’s a new deck. What of it?”
“You’re saying all this shit that I’m wasting money, but you have to go and buy a new deck when you have about ten at home!”
“Don’t yell at me! I needed a new one for the competition next week. Its not like I’m buying clothes that make me look like a whore!” Bam screams. Ville’s lip begins to tremble uncontrollably and a single tear falls from his eye.
“Bam,” I say. Someone needs to stop this. “Maybe you should talk about this somewhere else. People are staring.” Bam gives me a look as if to say ‘mind your own fucking business’ and gives a loud huff.
“Whatever. Ville, lets go. We’re going to be late for dinner with my parents.” Bam starts to walk away. Ville lets out a sigh and with his head down, begins to follow Bam. Before he can leave, I grab his arm and pull him aside.
“Are you ok?” I ask. My poor baby.
“No,” he sniffles. Its horrible to say, but even when he cries, he’s adorable. He wipes a tear from his eye. “But I’ll be alright. I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow.” With that, he walks away.
“Wow,” Lauri says. “That escalated quickly.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“I mean that got out of hand real fast. Poor Ville.”
“I know,” I say before turning to face him with a shit eating grin on my face. “Wasn’t it great?”
“What do you mean? Ville was just humiliated.”
“Yeah, but if this keeps up, he’ll dump Bam for sure. And then, you can have a wounded, vulnerable Bam all to yourself.” Lauri flashes a devilish smile.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love that big sexy brain of yours?” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and we begin to walk out of the store.
“Hey blonde kid!” The must be talking to me. I turn and see the emo clerk coming after us.
“Yes?”
“Was your friend alright?” He asks.
“Why do you care?” Lauri asks rudely. I love my friend.
“Hey, I was just asking. Don’t be a douche.” He snaps. “Anyway, I think he dropped this.” He holds out a small, silver key. I quickly snatch it from him and he returns to the store.
My eyes are gleaming as I examine the key. It can’t possibly be… Oh this is officially the best day ever!
“What is it?” Lauri asks.
“I think its their apartment key.”
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And a few pics of Eicca, because he will become relevent
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and one more because he's so pretty and he should be in more stories *hint hint*