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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
-Bam-
I lied. That plane trip back to California was definitely the longest four hour flight I've ever been on. I haven't stopped to breathe just yet.
Room 6 on the sixth floor. Ville would get a kick out of that. Oh thank god, Mige, Linde and the rest of the guys are here. At least he's not been alone.
"Where is he? What happened?" Mige hugged me. I've never been happier to see him.
"He was wasted, and he took the car out, and... We're not allowed to visit him yet. He's coming round from the anaesthetic." Mige explained. It wasn't sinking in, none of this made any sense. I couldn't stop shaking. Oh my god, I never should have left him in that state.
"I want to talk to the surgeon." I was determined, I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. "Where the fuck is the doctor? I need to know what's happened. I need to know now!" A nurse was trying to calm down. "Sir, the doctor is on calls, your friend needs rest, he not up to visitors." I wasn't having any of it.
"He's not just my friend" I snarled at her, but realised I was blushing also because I didn't know how much Ville's fellow band members knew. "I need to see him now. This is my fault, do you realise this?" I was about to break down. I could feel it, tears were trying to well my eyes up, and I felt a lump in the back of my throat.
"Get off me Lily, I just..I have to see him." I shook him off me, but honestly I needed the support. My knees seemed to buckle, so I stumbled and hit my back against the wall. It was so cold. I was so cold. Numb even.
"Mr..." the nurse began, she hesitated.
"Margera. Just call me Bam" I said, it was all I could say, I was trembling too much to say anything more. Mige took her aside and they whispered together for a moment, the whole time she was staring at me. But her gaze seemed to soften, she seemed to realise
"Mr. Bam. Come with me. You can sit with him, but if you notice any movement please inform us immediately. It shouldn't be too long." she said, smiling at me. I just nodded.
"I think you've had a hell of a shock huh?" she said quietly, resting her hand on my shoulder. I looked away.
"You could say that." She smiled, a really genuine smile and took my hand. "He's safe here you know." She opened the door to his unit and let me go inside.
I don't think I was expecting to see this. "Oh my god." I slumped on the chair next to his bed and took a deep breath. There were wires and tubes, everywhere. The room was silent except for the monitors surrounding him. At least he was breathing on his own. His hands lay limp on the crisp white linen. His face was badly bruised and he had stitches just below his left eye.
I brushed his long hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear. "You're not on your own Ville, I'll take care of you."
He's moving. His face contorts, as if he's dreaming. "Ville? Can you hear me?"
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-Ville-
Oh, my head. What a hangover. I'm never drinking again. Did I get in a fight? My head really fucking hurts. Is that Bam? What's Bam doing here? Am I dreaming?
God, it's painful but I need to open my eyes and force myself out of this false world. I can't dream about Bam. No. No I can't. I won't let myself. It was just a dream I had anyway, it could never be real. No. I'm not going to think about him. Not anymore, that's over.
"Ville, oh my god, I've never been happier to see those green eyes." I heard him gush, and as my eyes began to focus on the bright lights, I saw Bam sitting next to me. I frowned, what was he doing here? Where was I? I opened my mouth to speak but he shushed me.
"Don't speak, you need to rest." He gripped hold of my hand. My throat burned. And my eyes. Everything was so painful.
"Where am I?" I asked him weakly. What's happened to me? Did I really drink that much? It hurt too much to concentrate on anything other than keeping my eyes open and breathing. Which was difficult since the love of my life is a meter away from me.
"You were in an car accident baby. But it's okay, it's okay, I'm here. And so is Mige and everyone. We're looking after you." I just stared at him. A car accident? I don't remember anything about a car. Wait, had I been driving? I couldn't have been, I was drunk....
I didn't want to close my eyes, but the light was too harsh and I was having trouble focusing as it is. I could feel Bam absentmindedly stroking the inside of my wrist, tracing the heart tattoo that he thought was "the coolest sissy tattoo he'd seen". Even though he has an identical one. Typical Bam. He sure has a way with words.
"When can I go home? I want to go home" I managed to get out. The voice didn't even sound like mine, I sounded weak and pathetic. I'm so scared.
Bam said something about going to find the doctor, and I continued to moan about the lights. I felt him unclaspe his hand from mine, and soon after he left me alone in the shadows to wait. I wasn't sure what for.
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-Bam-
"He has no long term damage. Very lucky man your....friend is. He almost had to have his eye removed from the shards of glass, but he may not even end up with a scar so that's pleasing." the doctor began. Finally, I'd been waiting for a while to speak to him. At first they wouldn't give me any information, as I wasn't family but I'm the closest thing to family he has, and the sweet nurse (who must have an idea about the predicament thanks to big mouth Mige) pulled some strings so I could access Ville's paitent information.
"But the next few weeks, months maybe, will be difficult. He suffered extensive soft tissue injury to the legs, so he'll have to undergo some physiotherapy and will need someone to be with him 24 hours a day. I also can't allow him to fly. I know he's not from here -"
"Finland. He's from Finland" I injected.
"Yes, well, he'll have to stay in the Bay area whilst he's recovering. Does he have anywhere to stay?" he asked.
"I'll arrange something, no problem." Was I planning on staying here with him? Well, of course I was, but I could only imagine what damage that would cost for me and Jenn. Jenn seemed to be the last thing on my mind right now, but it suddenly dawned on me. What am I doing here? I'm mindfucking the two of them, because I don't know what I'm doing myself.
"Jenn? Hi baby." I had to call her. She's worried sick, about me and Ville of course. After explaining the situation, I knew she wasn't happy about me staying here but it won't be for long, and Ville needs me (and I need him, more than I care to admit).
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-Ville-
"I'm not a fucking pity case Bam, I can do this myself" I argued with him. Crossing my arms and pouting like the inner-child I am, he just shook his head and laughed.
"That's cute. But the pout doesn't work on me." he said firmly and I grumbled. I was the mature one, he was the joker. So why was he looking after me? It was all wrong. "Ville, I have to carry you, how else are you going to get from the car to the house? And there's steps, so I can't get the wheelchair up there."
"Why do I even have that thing? I can walk fine." I defied, and tried to get out of the car despite the sudden movement of my calf muscles made me gasp in pain, but he wouldn't have it. Up I went. God, I'm a fucking invalid now. I continued to pout, and we both ended up cracking up with laughter. What a weird predicament we're in. The last few days though, I think Bam feels some sort of guilt because he's been acting like this insanely good, caring friend. Not that he wasn't always a good, caring friend, but the joking around seems to have been replaced with this fear that I might hurt myself and cause more damage. Or something.
He carried in into the house all the same, and I was being stupid because there was no way my legs would take any sort of pressure yet. It was painful just to do the muscle exercises I'd been doing at the hospital. "Can you take me to the bedroom?" he looked a bit taken aback by that. "Just to lie down, that's all" I said, laughing. "Where the hell did you find a place like this anyway?" I asked, mystified. The place was huge, decked out in the most extravagant of art and furniture. It was so over the top and intricate. Just my taste. But it was a beautiful house in a gorgeous neighbourhood, so why were we here? A finnish 'rockstar' who can't hold his alcohol apparantly, and a Jackass...literally. If my legs weren't crippled, this could have been really romantic. Of course, if my legs weren't crippled, we wouldn't be here.
"Friend of a friend, I have my ways." He tapped his nose and smirked in that know-it-all little boy way it does. He's so damn adorable, even when he knows it and does it all the more for attention. I smiled.
"Do you want some tea?" he asked. "No, come here. You've been running round after me like crazy. I'm fine just resting here." I said to him. His smile wavered a little, and he sat down next to me on the bed. He must have been able to hear my heart beating. I could feel it throbbing in my throat.
"What's up?" he asked me, still looking straight away, away from me.
"What's going on, with us I mean." I said. There, I just said it.
"I'm leaving tomorrow for a while, so I want everything to be sorted for you."
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-Bam-
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realised how awful they sounded.
"Oh." was all he said. I turned around and kneeled next to him, looking into his eyes. God, they were beautiful.
"Wedding plans?" he asked. I didn't need to answer, he knew I had to go back to Jenn.
"It's okay." he said, again I knew it wasn't.
"Ville, I'm not leaving because I want to, I have to go." I sighed. What was the point of having this conversation again?
"Is she what you want? I don't think she is."
"Don't do this to me Ville. I don't know." I stood up and was pacing the room. Why do I always end up coming back to this question?
"Of course you do." he snarled. I could tell he was losing his temper with me now. He was right though, I knew the answer, I always have known the answer. My heart just hadn't got the message to my head yet.
"You know it isn't going to work with Jenn. You know that you're choosing the easy option. You know that." His voice was beginning to break. He swore in Finnish, probably telling himself to not get so worked up. I bit my lip. "I...don't know what you want me to do."
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-Ville-
"I want...I want you to kiss me. I want you to tell me that you love me. I want you to imagine what it'd be like to make love to me, since I couldn't do that right now even if I wanted to." He had to smile at that, as did I. But I wanted more now, now I want to see how far I can push him. "I want you to imagine what I taste like. How it feels for my body to be one with yours. I want you to feel, the pleasure, the pain, the ecstasy. Oh, god, I want you so bad." Oh my god, my erection was throbbing so hard. Damn fucking legs. Why do you fail me now? Arfgh. I took a few deep breaths, because this was most likely not helping my current physical state.
"And then I want you to go home, and get your wedding organised with your fiance. Because this is all a dream Bam, it isn't real." He frowned. Unsure what I was playing at. "Bam, my love, I just want you to be happy. And you are happy with Jenn, I'm just a selfish bitch." I almost smiled. I was being selfish, and I realised then that what he wanted was more important. I wasn't sure what I'd accomplished by saying all that, he had stopped pacing and was just standing open-mouthed. I'm such the cocktease sometimes. God, he looked so young and innocent right now. His parted hair was shaggy around his face, shadowing the usual sparkle in his eyes. He was still biting his lip. It's going to start bleeding if he carries on doing that.
"You talk too much." he said, trying to laugh. I wasn't laughing.
"You love that about me."
I patted a spot on the bed, hoping he'd at least sit closer to me, just so I could take in his beauty. He obliged, and sat tentitively on the edge. "I'm afraid to touch you Ville."
"You're afraid?" I said, with sheer confusion in my voice. One eyebrow raised at him, I pulled him closer to me, so his chest was pressed against mine, his body against mine. He didn't push away. "What's to be afraid of?"
"Because I don't trust myself." he said in all one breath, as if he wouldn't have been able to say it otherwise. I brushed the tip of my nose against the bridge of his and he shuddered, it was so erotic to know that the slightest movement could turn him into mush.
I couldn't take it any longer. Our mouths interlocked, a tangle of lips, tongues and teeth. I smirked when a moan escaped his lips, as I slid my fingers up his inner thigh. I gently worked his way up to his burning erection, massaging it through his pants. "Ahhhhh" he muttered, "Ville" . It must have been the greatest aphrodisiac to hear my name on his lips while he was writhing in torment. "Ohh god Ville" he kissed from my cheekbone to my collarbone, his breath sending shivers down my spine. His eyes pleaded with me to unbutton his jeans and pleasure him further, and mine responded with a curious twinkle.
I unbuttoned his jeans and he pulled them and his boxers down; my fingers instantly snaking up and down his pounding cock. "Mmm...Vil..." he tried to say as he inhaled deeply. His breath was becoming more and more jagged and eratic.
"You know Bammie, all I asked for was a kiss..." I growled, my accent became thicker the more turned on I got.
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-Bam-
"Ville? Bam? Anyone home?" faintly I heard a familar voice but ignored it.
"Shit. Shit Ville, it's Mige. He has the keys to this place....okay, you just lie there." I jumped up, fastening the buttons in my jeans and trying to act completely nonchalent when Mige came upstairs.
"You never answered the door...you guys okay? Ville how you feeling?" he asked, giving me the oddest of looks. He fucking knows.
"Good. Really good actually." Ville said, with a cocky smile projected my way. "I'm ready for a nap actually, so I'll be fine on my own for a while. I'll call you later Mige, Bam."
"If you're sure. I was gonna let Bam get some rest at home, but if you're cool on your own, we'll both go." Mige gave Ville a kiss on the cheek and went back down. I began to follow.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ville asked, his dark eyes were calling me to come over to him.
"He's going to find out..."
"Fuck him, now where were we?" My smile became a grin, removing my clothing in record time, and dived into bed.
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-Ville-
"I don't want to you to go." I whined. "Don't you want to stay a little longer?" Puppy dog eyes will do the trick.
"Ville, I have to go, you know that." he said shyly, the tips of his ears turning pink. Damnit.
I kissed him again, hoping this wasn't going to be the last time I ever could. "A week is forever though when you're not here." He half-smiled, nodded and made for the door. "No need to make this harder, Ville."
"Sorry. I know there's nothing you can do." I tried to look upbeat but I'm sure he could tell I was desperate for him not to leave.
"One last thing though Bam. I lied."
"You lied? About what?"
"About you being happy. I know you're not happy with her. I know you want me, I know you're just too afraid to admit it to yourself. And I'm going to fight for you. I hope you know that."
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-Bam-
Yeah, I knew.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
-Bam-
I lied. That plane trip back to California was definitely the longest four hour flight I've ever been on. I haven't stopped to breathe just yet.
Room 6 on the sixth floor. Ville would get a kick out of that. Oh thank god, Mige, Linde and the rest of the guys are here. At least he's not been alone.
"Where is he? What happened?" Mige hugged me. I've never been happier to see him.
"He was wasted, and he took the car out, and... We're not allowed to visit him yet. He's coming round from the anaesthetic." Mige explained. It wasn't sinking in, none of this made any sense. I couldn't stop shaking. Oh my god, I never should have left him in that state.
"I want to talk to the surgeon." I was determined, I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. "Where the fuck is the doctor? I need to know what's happened. I need to know now!" A nurse was trying to calm down. "Sir, the doctor is on calls, your friend needs rest, he not up to visitors." I wasn't having any of it.
"He's not just my friend" I snarled at her, but realised I was blushing also because I didn't know how much Ville's fellow band members knew. "I need to see him now. This is my fault, do you realise this?" I was about to break down. I could feel it, tears were trying to well my eyes up, and I felt a lump in the back of my throat.
"Get off me Lily, I just..I have to see him." I shook him off me, but honestly I needed the support. My knees seemed to buckle, so I stumbled and hit my back against the wall. It was so cold. I was so cold. Numb even.
"Mr..." the nurse began, she hesitated.
"Margera. Just call me Bam" I said, it was all I could say, I was trembling too much to say anything more. Mige took her aside and they whispered together for a moment, the whole time she was staring at me. But her gaze seemed to soften, she seemed to realise
"Mr. Bam. Come with me. You can sit with him, but if you notice any movement please inform us immediately. It shouldn't be too long." she said, smiling at me. I just nodded.
"I think you've had a hell of a shock huh?" she said quietly, resting her hand on my shoulder. I looked away.
"You could say that." She smiled, a really genuine smile and took my hand. "He's safe here you know." She opened the door to his unit and let me go inside.
I don't think I was expecting to see this. "Oh my god." I slumped on the chair next to his bed and took a deep breath. There were wires and tubes, everywhere. The room was silent except for the monitors surrounding him. At least he was breathing on his own. His hands lay limp on the crisp white linen. His face was badly bruised and he had stitches just below his left eye.
I brushed his long hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear. "You're not on your own Ville, I'll take care of you."
He's moving. His face contorts, as if he's dreaming. "Ville? Can you hear me?"
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-Ville-
Oh, my head. What a hangover. I'm never drinking again. Did I get in a fight? My head really fucking hurts. Is that Bam? What's Bam doing here? Am I dreaming?
God, it's painful but I need to open my eyes and force myself out of this false world. I can't dream about Bam. No. No I can't. I won't let myself. It was just a dream I had anyway, it could never be real. No. I'm not going to think about him. Not anymore, that's over.
"Ville, oh my god, I've never been happier to see those green eyes." I heard him gush, and as my eyes began to focus on the bright lights, I saw Bam sitting next to me. I frowned, what was he doing here? Where was I? I opened my mouth to speak but he shushed me.
"Don't speak, you need to rest." He gripped hold of my hand. My throat burned. And my eyes. Everything was so painful.
"Where am I?" I asked him weakly. What's happened to me? Did I really drink that much? It hurt too much to concentrate on anything other than keeping my eyes open and breathing. Which was difficult since the love of my life is a meter away from me.
"You were in an car accident baby. But it's okay, it's okay, I'm here. And so is Mige and everyone. We're looking after you." I just stared at him. A car accident? I don't remember anything about a car. Wait, had I been driving? I couldn't have been, I was drunk....
I didn't want to close my eyes, but the light was too harsh and I was having trouble focusing as it is. I could feel Bam absentmindedly stroking the inside of my wrist, tracing the heart tattoo that he thought was "the coolest sissy tattoo he'd seen". Even though he has an identical one. Typical Bam. He sure has a way with words.
"When can I go home? I want to go home" I managed to get out. The voice didn't even sound like mine, I sounded weak and pathetic. I'm so scared.
Bam said something about going to find the doctor, and I continued to moan about the lights. I felt him unclaspe his hand from mine, and soon after he left me alone in the shadows to wait. I wasn't sure what for.
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-Bam-
"He has no long term damage. Very lucky man your....friend is. He almost had to have his eye removed from the shards of glass, but he may not even end up with a scar so that's pleasing." the doctor began. Finally, I'd been waiting for a while to speak to him. At first they wouldn't give me any information, as I wasn't family but I'm the closest thing to family he has, and the sweet nurse (who must have an idea about the predicament thanks to big mouth Mige) pulled some strings so I could access Ville's paitent information.
"But the next few weeks, months maybe, will be difficult. He suffered extensive soft tissue injury to the legs, so he'll have to undergo some physiotherapy and will need someone to be with him 24 hours a day. I also can't allow him to fly. I know he's not from here -"
"Finland. He's from Finland" I injected.
"Yes, well, he'll have to stay in the Bay area whilst he's recovering. Does he have anywhere to stay?" he asked.
"I'll arrange something, no problem." Was I planning on staying here with him? Well, of course I was, but I could only imagine what damage that would cost for me and Jenn. Jenn seemed to be the last thing on my mind right now, but it suddenly dawned on me. What am I doing here? I'm mindfucking the two of them, because I don't know what I'm doing myself.
"Jenn? Hi baby." I had to call her. She's worried sick, about me and Ville of course. After explaining the situation, I knew she wasn't happy about me staying here but it won't be for long, and Ville needs me (and I need him, more than I care to admit).
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-Ville-
"I'm not a fucking pity case Bam, I can do this myself" I argued with him. Crossing my arms and pouting like the inner-child I am, he just shook his head and laughed.
"That's cute. But the pout doesn't work on me." he said firmly and I grumbled. I was the mature one, he was the joker. So why was he looking after me? It was all wrong. "Ville, I have to carry you, how else are you going to get from the car to the house? And there's steps, so I can't get the wheelchair up there."
"Why do I even have that thing? I can walk fine." I defied, and tried to get out of the car despite the sudden movement of my calf muscles made me gasp in pain, but he wouldn't have it. Up I went. God, I'm a fucking invalid now. I continued to pout, and we both ended up cracking up with laughter. What a weird predicament we're in. The last few days though, I think Bam feels some sort of guilt because he's been acting like this insanely good, caring friend. Not that he wasn't always a good, caring friend, but the joking around seems to have been replaced with this fear that I might hurt myself and cause more damage. Or something.
He carried in into the house all the same, and I was being stupid because there was no way my legs would take any sort of pressure yet. It was painful just to do the muscle exercises I'd been doing at the hospital. "Can you take me to the bedroom?" he looked a bit taken aback by that. "Just to lie down, that's all" I said, laughing. "Where the hell did you find a place like this anyway?" I asked, mystified. The place was huge, decked out in the most extravagant of art and furniture. It was so over the top and intricate. Just my taste. But it was a beautiful house in a gorgeous neighbourhood, so why were we here? A finnish 'rockstar' who can't hold his alcohol apparantly, and a Jackass...literally. If my legs weren't crippled, this could have been really romantic. Of course, if my legs weren't crippled, we wouldn't be here.
"Friend of a friend, I have my ways." He tapped his nose and smirked in that know-it-all little boy way it does. He's so damn adorable, even when he knows it and does it all the more for attention. I smiled.
"Do you want some tea?" he asked. "No, come here. You've been running round after me like crazy. I'm fine just resting here." I said to him. His smile wavered a little, and he sat down next to me on the bed. He must have been able to hear my heart beating. I could feel it throbbing in my throat.
"What's up?" he asked me, still looking straight away, away from me.
"What's going on, with us I mean." I said. There, I just said it.
"I'm leaving tomorrow for a while, so I want everything to be sorted for you."
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-Bam-
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realised how awful they sounded.
"Oh." was all he said. I turned around and kneeled next to him, looking into his eyes. God, they were beautiful.
"Wedding plans?" he asked. I didn't need to answer, he knew I had to go back to Jenn.
"It's okay." he said, again I knew it wasn't.
"Ville, I'm not leaving because I want to, I have to go." I sighed. What was the point of having this conversation again?
"Is she what you want? I don't think she is."
"Don't do this to me Ville. I don't know." I stood up and was pacing the room. Why do I always end up coming back to this question?
"Of course you do." he snarled. I could tell he was losing his temper with me now. He was right though, I knew the answer, I always have known the answer. My heart just hadn't got the message to my head yet.
"You know it isn't going to work with Jenn. You know that you're choosing the easy option. You know that." His voice was beginning to break. He swore in Finnish, probably telling himself to not get so worked up. I bit my lip. "I...don't know what you want me to do."
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-Ville-
"I want...I want you to kiss me. I want you to tell me that you love me. I want you to imagine what it'd be like to make love to me, since I couldn't do that right now even if I wanted to." He had to smile at that, as did I. But I wanted more now, now I want to see how far I can push him. "I want you to imagine what I taste like. How it feels for my body to be one with yours. I want you to feel, the pleasure, the pain, the ecstasy. Oh, god, I want you so bad." Oh my god, my erection was throbbing so hard. Damn fucking legs. Why do you fail me now? Arfgh. I took a few deep breaths, because this was most likely not helping my current physical state.
"And then I want you to go home, and get your wedding organised with your fiance. Because this is all a dream Bam, it isn't real." He frowned. Unsure what I was playing at. "Bam, my love, I just want you to be happy. And you are happy with Jenn, I'm just a selfish bitch." I almost smiled. I was being selfish, and I realised then that what he wanted was more important. I wasn't sure what I'd accomplished by saying all that, he had stopped pacing and was just standing open-mouthed. I'm such the cocktease sometimes. God, he looked so young and innocent right now. His parted hair was shaggy around his face, shadowing the usual sparkle in his eyes. He was still biting his lip. It's going to start bleeding if he carries on doing that.
"You talk too much." he said, trying to laugh. I wasn't laughing.
"You love that about me."
I patted a spot on the bed, hoping he'd at least sit closer to me, just so I could take in his beauty. He obliged, and sat tentitively on the edge. "I'm afraid to touch you Ville."
"You're afraid?" I said, with sheer confusion in my voice. One eyebrow raised at him, I pulled him closer to me, so his chest was pressed against mine, his body against mine. He didn't push away. "What's to be afraid of?"
"Because I don't trust myself." he said in all one breath, as if he wouldn't have been able to say it otherwise. I brushed the tip of my nose against the bridge of his and he shuddered, it was so erotic to know that the slightest movement could turn him into mush.
I couldn't take it any longer. Our mouths interlocked, a tangle of lips, tongues and teeth. I smirked when a moan escaped his lips, as I slid my fingers up his inner thigh. I gently worked his way up to his burning erection, massaging it through his pants. "Ahhhhh" he muttered, "Ville" . It must have been the greatest aphrodisiac to hear my name on his lips while he was writhing in torment. "Ohh god Ville" he kissed from my cheekbone to my collarbone, his breath sending shivers down my spine. His eyes pleaded with me to unbutton his jeans and pleasure him further, and mine responded with a curious twinkle.
I unbuttoned his jeans and he pulled them and his boxers down; my fingers instantly snaking up and down his pounding cock. "Mmm...Vil..." he tried to say as he inhaled deeply. His breath was becoming more and more jagged and eratic.
"You know Bammie, all I asked for was a kiss..." I growled, my accent became thicker the more turned on I got.
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-Bam-
"Ville? Bam? Anyone home?" faintly I heard a familar voice but ignored it.
"Shit. Shit Ville, it's Mige. He has the keys to this place....okay, you just lie there." I jumped up, fastening the buttons in my jeans and trying to act completely nonchalent when Mige came upstairs.
"You never answered the door...you guys okay? Ville how you feeling?" he asked, giving me the oddest of looks. He fucking knows.
"Good. Really good actually." Ville said, with a cocky smile projected my way. "I'm ready for a nap actually, so I'll be fine on my own for a while. I'll call you later Mige, Bam."
"If you're sure. I was gonna let Bam get some rest at home, but if you're cool on your own, we'll both go." Mige gave Ville a kiss on the cheek and went back down. I began to follow.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ville asked, his dark eyes were calling me to come over to him.
"He's going to find out..."
"Fuck him, now where were we?" My smile became a grin, removing my clothing in record time, and dived into bed.
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-Ville-
"I don't want to you to go." I whined. "Don't you want to stay a little longer?" Puppy dog eyes will do the trick.
"Ville, I have to go, you know that." he said shyly, the tips of his ears turning pink. Damnit.
I kissed him again, hoping this wasn't going to be the last time I ever could. "A week is forever though when you're not here." He half-smiled, nodded and made for the door. "No need to make this harder, Ville."
"Sorry. I know there's nothing you can do." I tried to look upbeat but I'm sure he could tell I was desperate for him not to leave.
"One last thing though Bam. I lied."
"You lied? About what?"
"About you being happy. I know you're not happy with her. I know you want me, I know you're just too afraid to admit it to yourself. And I'm going to fight for you. I hope you know that."
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-Bam-
Yeah, I knew.