Oneshot: Arrival
'What a fucking excellent welcome gift is this!' The skater thinks as he reaches another landing on the concrete stairs. He straightens the straps of his rucksack once more and drags the large suitcase up the next set of steps.
)(Ville's POV)(
Getting up from my sofa, I walk to the door at the warning sounds of your footsteps. I can hear your slight struggle with your suitcase up all the stairs of my tower. My lair. Yet I'm just feeling too cruel to help you, this is just a warm-up; I don't care how tired you are from the draining flight we take at least once a month to see one another.
I can't resist. I can't resist the temptation of seeing your face after what feels like forever. I can't resist seeing the tiny beads of sweat starting to form on your forehead and mingle with your brown locks as you struggle. Or could you be wearing one of my beanies again? I simply can't resist, so I open the door.
"Bastard" is the only greeting I get from you. This is cruel, but way too much fun to give up. So I just giggle in reply, glee filling my soul.
Subtly wheezing you make it into my arms, disarming yourself of bags and relaxing on me. I find the opportunity to take your hand and lead you up to my room. Once there you think you know my intentions. Prepared, you pull us both to the double bed and lay us down, being safely tucked into each other's arms in the dark. Our lips connect for the first time in the evening, that electric surge still runs through me even after all this time. You take control, making it more passionate as we start to lazily shed our clothes.
Before desire takes me I roll off you and reach for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it on, both of us squinting at the brightness, even though it's such a small wattage.
"What the fuck, Ville?" Confusion and exhaustion spread across your features.
"I just wanted to see your beautiful body" Hoping that's enough to convince you. We resume the same position as before and as we carrying on kissing and grinding softly, I reach for the two scarves on the bedpost. With some slight innocent manipulation I get you into the centre of the bed, raising your arms and pinning them into the exact required location before managing to secure your arms in the two glittering scarves. Now you're alarmed.
"Ville, please, don't do this."
"I haven't done anything yet, sweetie."
"But I'm tired I just want to fuck and sleep"
"Then that's what Prince Bam gets."
"Ahem" Bam purposely pulls on the scarves to draw them to my attention, I said nothing in reply.
Instead I start trailing kisses down your abdomen, caressing the areas so tainted by ink. Knowing your resistance will be low from travelling and fatigue.
"The safe word is cockerel" I mumble against your skin, tasting the faint perspiration.
"What the fu-" Taking your weeping cock into my mouth stuns you to a sigh, making sure I don't have to explain my choice of safe word.
I keep sucking softly, receiving short compliments from you. After a few minutes I stop abruptly getting a sigh of disappointment. I rise off the bed and release your hands from their restrains, wanting to go to the next step of my plan. Reluctantly you accept the help and we start walking around the barely illuminated tower, hands joined, erections standing tall.
"What the hell are we going? I feel like a dick."
I glance down to your nether regions and can't contain my hearty chuckle. "You'll see Bammie."
)(Bam's POV)(
You take me to the kitchen. It takes us a few minutes longer than expected because curiosity suddenly became a turn on with you.
With a kiss you leave me at the centre island as you goes across to the cupboard and takes out a half drank bottle of vodka. I stare at you with amusement.
"Sucking is thirsty work Bammie boy." Is your reply. Still surprised at this evening I accept the excuse with no further enquiries. You walk back over to me and place the vodka behind me, then pull me into your embrace.
"And there will be a lot more than that going on tonight, too." The warmth of your body and the acknowledgement of your erection are enticing.
You walk away from me again to another cupboard, taking two tumblers and placing them in front of the vodka bottle, resuming your embracing position you take me into your arms again and I hear scraping and then jump forward, startled by the cold. Quickly enough there was a smash that followed my reaction, I turn around to see the tumblers shattered, turning back to face you I see your cheeky grin.
"Ville, it's not funny, our feet are going to be ripped to shreds."
"Well you're just going to have to carry me then."
Sighing, I take you up on your command - not wanting you to be hurt - lifting you up and wrapping your legs around me.
"Bammie, please forgive me, it was an accident. I only wanted to scare you." You breath heavily down my ear, whispering even though there is no real need to in this deserted tower.
Playing along, I forgive you.
"Bam, take me back to our bed, I just want to fuck you so hard now"
Growling at the information I take your lips. You wriggle to deepen the kiss and I become painfully aware of your entrance over my member. The warmth and tension makes your name spill from my lips, jumbled with many curses. I start to slowly take the staircase leading back to your room. You loosen your arms from my neck slightly and start to lower yourself ever so slowly over my erection.
"Oh, Bam! This is what I want. Just thinking of dropping even further down, being so full Bam. Oh, I've missed you so much."
I know your teasing me. I can't take it, your winding me up so fucking much; I just want to be asleep in your arms. "No, Ville. God no!"
Neither of us moving anymore, you continue: "Bam, just take me here on these stairs, I don't care if it hurts. Just do it Bam, shove your dick so far into me that I'll see so many stars that I will think I'm in space. Please baby I need you so hard."
I can't take it anymore: "Cock-"
"What, Bam?"
"Sucker!" I exclaim in fury. Taking my chance, I run up all the stairs, holding you to me tightly.
Once in the room I throw you onto the bed and reach to the nightstand drawer, pulling out the lube, I coat my fingers liberally and angrily shove two fingers into your exposed entrance. I'm not really angry, just horny and you know it so well. Using my expertise I acknowledge when you are prepared and take another dollop of lube and coat my erection with it.
You look at me with pleading eyes, expecting the intrusion at any moment, but now I want to play. I roll onto my back next to you.
"You wanted it, now come and get it,” I demand.
Smirking, you eagerly jump up and straddle my hips, lining your entrance to my member. You sink ever so slowly; your face hardly contorts at the discomfort anymore. You pick up a steady speed and both of our moans fill the room. We move for what feels like eternity, our arms touching and teasing each other's body for the entirety. I feel the tension building in my body and my legs becoming stiffer.
Holding you closer, I breathe in your heavenly scent and gain a sudden craving.
"Jesus, I need a fag."
"Here I am baby."
"No, silly, a proper one."
"Fine" You lean slightly to my left and pull out a packet of Marlboro and a lighter. You open the packet and place one in between my lips, lighting it. You throw them onto the floor and wait for me to take a drag before asking: "Better?"
"Much" Then you take off on your own steady speed again.
It's not long before our moans become more intense, not even long enough for me to finish my smoke. But now you're screaming, actually screaming. Panting too, my name laced around them breathless murmurs. I give into the tension and start to feel your walls clenching, your seed splattering across my chest. It's seconds later when I completely release, coming inside your worn heat, opening my mouth to moan deeply, and then gaining a sensation of losing something.
You sit up from your slumped position and sniff. I look at you curiously, before you're diving to next to me, violently patting the bed. Withdrawing from you, I run out of the room and down to the kitchen glancing around to find and wet a cloth then come back to place it on the small ignition.
"Why the fuck did I let you smoke in bed?" You ask wearily.
"Because you'd do anything to please me.” I mention egocentrically.
"We're going to need new bed sheets."
"...glasses too" You just shoot me a cheeky grin.
When we are sure the light is out, we lay back down together in each other's arms, kissing and cuddling. Pulling the blankets over us, I fall back into your embrace and think: 'What a fucking excellent welcome gift is this!'