Another Heartagram Failure
This is my first Vam fic on this site, so be gentle, please.
Another Heartagram Failure
Standalone
Pairing: DUH
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: just hot boysex.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ville Valo, or Bam Margera, nor am I in any
way, shape or form that they are either together, or indeed homosexual
at all. If you don't like this pairing, don't read it! With that said,
enjoy!
"I just can't take this anymore, Bam; seems like you have no time for me anymore," Bam Margera's girlfriend of more years than he could count, Jenn Rivell, was calling it quits on the relationship. Bam had looked on, dumbfounded.
"But...but Jenn!" he'd protested.
"No, Bam; I'm sorry, it's over," she'd replied in a tearful voice, and fled from Castle Bam, into West Chester, and no one knew where she went from there.
That was three weeks ago, and Bam Margera was still shattered by it.
Bam stared at the skateboard, lost in his thoughts. He watched the board go back and forth on the ramp, but paid no attention when it stopped in the middle. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, staring at the ground. He felt, in his loneliness, like a numb, narcotic pain had come over him, beating deep and continuously into his heart.
"Can't believe it," he muttered in a slight Pennsylvania accent, which consisted of slight slurs to the consonents, and long vowels. He sighed, letting his hands fall into his lap. He looked at them, or more of past them, staring off into nothing.
April, Bam's mother, knocked on the door. He barely heard it over his thoughts, but acknowledged it anyway.
"It's open," he mumbled just loud enough for his mother to hear. The door clicked open and she slipped in. Bam gave her no recognition that he knew she'd entered the room.
"Bam, you can't be like this your whole life. It's been three weeks," April said in an unusually soothing, motherly voice as she sat beside her brooding son. He looked up at her, his eyes rimmed in red, tear marks staining his face.
"Can't help it Ape; she meant a lot to me;" he mumbled, going back to staring at the immobilized skateboard. He kicked it with his left toe and it began to go back and forth on the ramp like a pendulum, and his bloodshot eyes watched half-heartedly.
"I know she did, Bam, but you can't let it eat you up inside; your boys are worried about you," April said in a pacifying voice. That got Bam's attention.
"They are?" he asked with a slightly arched eyebrow.
"Of course, they're not as savage as they seem; they care about you, kid; just like me and Phil," she said, rather casually, of course, but it meant a lot to the curly haired twenty-seven year old next to her. He gave a half smile.
"Yeah..." he said noncommittally, looking back to the rocking skateboard, that had his and his friend Ville Valo's sign on it. The heartagram. April looked over at the board, and spotted what he was staring at.
"You should go talk to Valo; he always makes you feel better; he's in town," April said in a soft voice, picking herself up off the ramp and kissing her son on the forehead, proceeding to leave Bam to his thoughts.
Bam thought a moment, then realized his mother was right. Ville was in town, and he always knew how to make him feel better.
Besides...there was a lurking beside those wild eyes that he'd never told anyone. He sighed, shutting his eyes, and a single tear skittered down his cheek, but this time, it was a different kind of tear.
He sighed, pulling himself up from the skate ramp, and walked outside. It was a bit chilly, even for a Pennsylvania December morning. He sighed, walking out into the woods. He needed to walk, or do something. This whole "girlfriend breaking up with him" thing was getting to his outdoorsy side. His boots crushed the slightly frozen leaves under his tread, and he didn't notice another pair of feet crushing leaves nearby, as he was wrapped up in thoughts.
He only realized he wasn't alone when he felt a slender hand place itself on his shoulder. He whipped around quickly, and was staring into emerald green eyes; deep and endless, sparkling with the early morning sun.
"Bam." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. His lips moved as he spoke, and Bam just stared. Just who he was going to look for. Ville Valo.
"H-hi, Ville," Bam forced out, still shocked by the sudden presence of his friend and...well, he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but fancy. Ville's lips formed into a small smile as he took one step closer to the skater.
"What are you doing?" he asked, in a blunt voice; that accent strung a thick, sensual vein through every word he spoke, and it ran so deeply through Bam that all he could do was stare like what he would call an idiot.
"Uh...walking?" he responded, inwhat he thought was an incredibly stupid voice. It was a stupid answer, in his opinion. Ville smiled, however.
"Well, that's presumable, isn't it?" Ville asked in response to Bam's question with an easy going, bright smile. For a moment, Bam was again rendered speechless as he looked into those endless, cattish green eyes. But he snapped out of it, when Ville raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"Of course," Bam said back, not really knowing what he was agreeing with. Ville chuckled softly; it sounded very close to a purr.
"So, how have you been?" Ville asked softly, as if he already knew the answer. Bam gave a half-hearted smile.
"Well, considering...pretty shitty," he responded, and for once in the whole conversation, he'd been sure about what he'd said.
"Any way I can help?" Ville asked, in a giving, offering voice. Bam had a nasty thought but threw it off.
"Uh, if you think of something," Bam responded, trying to ignore the list of things that were now going uninhibited through his mind.
"I probably could," Ville responded, with a light, catty grin adorning his pale, snowy face, his eyes dancing in a rim of ebony that complemented the color of his eyes and making them stand out more against the darkness of the makeup that surrounded it.
"Really?" Bam said, with the first smile in weeks adorning his cavorting face, his mischevious eyes dancing lightly in the early morning sun. He stuck his hands in his pockets to keep the tips from freezing off.
"Uh-huh," Ville responded simply, a devilish tint to his lips. That could mean a lot of things, couldn't it?
Bam tucked his hair behind his ear; a futile attempt to be sure, as his hair was still too short to be held at bay that simply. Ville smiled coyly at Bam's ongoing battle with the curly mop.
"What?" Bam almost pouted
"Nothing, Bam; you're just very coy when you do that," Ville responded, his eyes twinkling in the early morning winter sun. Bam chuckled.
"I don't think I could ever get used to your expansive English vocabulary, Ville; you speak better English than I do!" Bam exclaimed.
"I study, Bam," Ville said simply, and Bam shook his head with a soft sigh,
"I was never good at studying," Bam admitted.
"You're good at other things, though," Ville pointed out with a grin. Bam gave one of his half smiles and shook his head.
"Whoo hoo, doing skateboarding stunts and annoying the fuck out of my mother; what's that?" Bam said with a sarcastic tone to his voice.
"Bam, don't be like that," Ville said in a stony voice, which made Bam look into his eyes. They were suddenly trapped in each other's gaze. Bam realized he was barely breathing and let a sigh out, and Ville's coy grin spread across his face.
"Why not?" Bam protested.
"Because I don't like it," Ville countered. That shut Bam up real quick.
The silence settled around them like a blanket of cotton, ready to split at a single word, like a pane of glass that was waiting to be shattered by a syllable, one single sound. They stared at each other, captured in each other's spiderwebs, unable to create words or anything more than the expressions on their faces.
The cold began to nip at Bam's nose and he gave a smile, taking a step toward Ville, slowly.
"Maybe we should go inside?" Bam said, shattering the panes of silence that had surrounded them.
"Yes, we should," Ville agreed with a charming smile, making his eyes glitter with magic as he turned from Bam, and Bam walked up next to him, walking in step, their boots crushing frigid leaves.
Ville was cognizant of the way Bam had been sneaking glances at him as they walked back to the castle, and frankly he didn't mind.
They reached the castle, and Bam let Ville in first, and it spread a small, secretive smile on the Finnish man's face, as he tossed cocoa locks of curls out of his face, glancing around the pink-painted walls with a chuckle. It always seemed to be a shrine to His Infernal Majesty. Ville was frankly flattered, if that were the word.
"Interesting remodeling, Bam," Ville commented, and he could have sworn he detected a slight flush to his face, and he turned his full mouth into a radiant smile, beaming.
"Thanks...you know how much I love your Heartagram," Bam said in a soft voice, and Ville walked over to him, running his hand through the younger man's hair slowly on an instinct. Bam had to suppress a shiver and look quizically into Ville's eyes.
"Yes, I am aware," Ville muttered, his lips drawing closer to Bam's slowly, agonizingly slow. Bam had to stop his lips from trembling as he drew nearer, and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched.
Ville thought a moment and pulled away slowly, and Bam looked slightly abashed. Ville gave a small smile and motioned for Bam to follow him. It seemed Ville already knew his way around the place.
He walked to the darkest of the dark rooms, where candles had been lit, and Bam tilted his head slightly.
"What's going on, Ville?" Bam asked softly, a tinge of confused innocence entering his voice. Ville just grinned mischeviously.
"You'll see, Bam," he said in a smoky voice, his lips moving slowly and rather tantalizing, in Bam's honest opinion. Maybe, this was what he'd wanted for so long. He'd always felt so right around Ville, aching for more, but the fact of Jenn had always come into his mind, and he'd stopped himself from acting upon any buried black desires.
But maybe now was the time.
Ville looked back at the speculating Bam. He could tell there was a confusion lurking around in his eye and he smiled, holding out his hand for the skater to take. He looked down and into Ville's hand and smiled, slipping his firm, worn hands into the singer's delicate, feminine hands, which had a surprisingly strong grip to them as he pulled Bam close to him. Their eyes were met, and caught, and once again they drowned in each other's eyes, not wanting to break the moment.
Ville curled his lips into a smile at the quavering of Bam's lips practically against his. Seeing that Ville was taller than Bam he looked deep into those sparkling green eyes, filled with mischief, lurking with dark, deep desires. His lips curled further.
Bam, however, had a sudden impulse, and his lips met the singer's. Their lips met and it was like fireworks, their lips like silk moving slowly against each other, small moans issuing from Bam, as Ville ran his hand through the skater's hair again.
This has to be a dream, Bam thought as he lost himself in the kiss of the other man. It's too perfect not to be. But it seemed it wasn't as the kiss continued, and Ville nipped gently on Bam's lip, and nothing but a slight shot of stimulating pain rushed through the younger man. Ville let out a soft purr of a moan and Bam, taking the moment, pressed him against the wall, kissing him deeply and fiercely, begging passageway into the singer's heavenly mouth.
Ville purred and granted the way, and Bam's tongue coiled softly and gently into Ville's mouth, filling him up with a lust that he'd not known for a long time. Bam looked at him, and their eyes met again.
"Are you sure about this?" Ville asked in a low, addictive voice, and Bam answered by kissing him deeply again, almost desperately. Ville satisfied the desperation by running his hands slowly up Bam's clothed chest, the heels of his palms massaging his nipples softly, lightly, teasingly. Bam's head fell back on his shoulders as he let out a guttural moan at the caress, sending shivers up Ville's spine.
"Positive," Bam muttered in a deep, silken voice, woven of desires, love and lust buried alive for so many years. He lifted his head and his hand caressed up Ville's chest, snaking under his shirt, electric currents sparking everywhere his chilly fingers touched. Ville bit his full bottom lip and full out moaned.
Ville and Bam made eye contact again, and their lips crushed themselves together in a spark of passion and lust. They moaned simultaneously into each other's mouths, and Bam pressed Ville onto the black velvet sheets with a small laugh, nuzzling his nose with the singer, making a radiant smile break on his face.
Bam slowly and agonizingly grinded his hips against the slight man, making him arch and groan from the shots of pleasure that ran through his body like electric charge. His head fell back on the bed, his cattish eyes clouding with a lust he'd never once felt in his life as he looked back up at the curly haired man above him, sending pulsating beams of lust through every fiber of his being.
Bam could also feel the shocks of lust rushing through every vein, consuming him, even more so than any time he'd ever, ever been with Jenn. He didn't want to question if that was a bad thing or not. He shivered slightly and pressed his lips firmly to Ville's and they became one as their clothes slowly came off, piece by piece until they both lay completely bared by one another, looking deep into each other's eyes.
"Can I tell you something, Bam?" Ville said in a low voice, his accent running thick through his sensual voice.
"Sure," Bam said softly, his lips moving almost on top of the slender man's. It sent shivers down both their spines.
"I love you," he said softly, kissing Bam before the skater could react, pressing their bodies close, exciting them both. Bam smiled as their lips parted, kissing down Ville's stomach. He'd never done this before, but he was a daredevil and he tried anything once, and he had a feeling this would be more than once. He kissed down his abdomen and his tongue caressed the head of Ville, then consumed him, working him until he came inside Bam's mouth.
Ville returned the favor, swirling and sucking until he heard the whimpering command of Bam reaching his end. He smiled, and Bam tilted his head, and he felt a definite something being pressed into him, and it sent him over the edge, driving him wild, enveloping him in a blinding passion until he reached his peak again. It was definitely a new sensation; he'd always been the one giving in that sense. He could get used to the other way around, in some aspects.
Bam, after, moved to position himself, letting Ville lay down in front of him, and he lathered the lube he'd realized Ville had pulled out on his member, and pressing slowly but surely into the singer, hearing a purr that sounded like music, and it again turned into a whirl of thrusting, moaning, groaning, and exciting, until they both reached their ends, Bam's fingers wrapping around Ville's member and pumping it fiercely, earning an ear shattering, musical scream from the singer.
And with that they fell into a passion that consisted of being inside each other, pleasing each other, and other such things. Each act was filled with adoration and a soft, silken love.
Afterwards they lay beside each other, and Bam turned over to look at the older man with a smile.
"I love you too," he said in a soft voice, his eyes glittering. Ville smiled and kissed the skater with a passion no one could match after the kind of experience they'd shared...
feedback/comments are GREATLY appreciated. thanks!
Another Heartagram Failure
Standalone
Pairing: DUH
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: just hot boysex.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ville Valo, or Bam Margera, nor am I in any
way, shape or form that they are either together, or indeed homosexual
at all. If you don't like this pairing, don't read it! With that said,
enjoy!
"I just can't take this anymore, Bam; seems like you have no time for me anymore," Bam Margera's girlfriend of more years than he could count, Jenn Rivell, was calling it quits on the relationship. Bam had looked on, dumbfounded.
"But...but Jenn!" he'd protested.
"No, Bam; I'm sorry, it's over," she'd replied in a tearful voice, and fled from Castle Bam, into West Chester, and no one knew where she went from there.
That was three weeks ago, and Bam Margera was still shattered by it.
Bam stared at the skateboard, lost in his thoughts. He watched the board go back and forth on the ramp, but paid no attention when it stopped in the middle. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, staring at the ground. He felt, in his loneliness, like a numb, narcotic pain had come over him, beating deep and continuously into his heart.
"Can't believe it," he muttered in a slight Pennsylvania accent, which consisted of slight slurs to the consonents, and long vowels. He sighed, letting his hands fall into his lap. He looked at them, or more of past them, staring off into nothing.
April, Bam's mother, knocked on the door. He barely heard it over his thoughts, but acknowledged it anyway.
"It's open," he mumbled just loud enough for his mother to hear. The door clicked open and she slipped in. Bam gave her no recognition that he knew she'd entered the room.
"Bam, you can't be like this your whole life. It's been three weeks," April said in an unusually soothing, motherly voice as she sat beside her brooding son. He looked up at her, his eyes rimmed in red, tear marks staining his face.
"Can't help it Ape; she meant a lot to me;" he mumbled, going back to staring at the immobilized skateboard. He kicked it with his left toe and it began to go back and forth on the ramp like a pendulum, and his bloodshot eyes watched half-heartedly.
"I know she did, Bam, but you can't let it eat you up inside; your boys are worried about you," April said in a pacifying voice. That got Bam's attention.
"They are?" he asked with a slightly arched eyebrow.
"Of course, they're not as savage as they seem; they care about you, kid; just like me and Phil," she said, rather casually, of course, but it meant a lot to the curly haired twenty-seven year old next to her. He gave a half smile.
"Yeah..." he said noncommittally, looking back to the rocking skateboard, that had his and his friend Ville Valo's sign on it. The heartagram. April looked over at the board, and spotted what he was staring at.
"You should go talk to Valo; he always makes you feel better; he's in town," April said in a soft voice, picking herself up off the ramp and kissing her son on the forehead, proceeding to leave Bam to his thoughts.
Bam thought a moment, then realized his mother was right. Ville was in town, and he always knew how to make him feel better.
Besides...there was a lurking beside those wild eyes that he'd never told anyone. He sighed, shutting his eyes, and a single tear skittered down his cheek, but this time, it was a different kind of tear.
He sighed, pulling himself up from the skate ramp, and walked outside. It was a bit chilly, even for a Pennsylvania December morning. He sighed, walking out into the woods. He needed to walk, or do something. This whole "girlfriend breaking up with him" thing was getting to his outdoorsy side. His boots crushed the slightly frozen leaves under his tread, and he didn't notice another pair of feet crushing leaves nearby, as he was wrapped up in thoughts.
He only realized he wasn't alone when he felt a slender hand place itself on his shoulder. He whipped around quickly, and was staring into emerald green eyes; deep and endless, sparkling with the early morning sun.
"Bam." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. His lips moved as he spoke, and Bam just stared. Just who he was going to look for. Ville Valo.
"H-hi, Ville," Bam forced out, still shocked by the sudden presence of his friend and...well, he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but fancy. Ville's lips formed into a small smile as he took one step closer to the skater.
"What are you doing?" he asked, in a blunt voice; that accent strung a thick, sensual vein through every word he spoke, and it ran so deeply through Bam that all he could do was stare like what he would call an idiot.
"Uh...walking?" he responded, inwhat he thought was an incredibly stupid voice. It was a stupid answer, in his opinion. Ville smiled, however.
"Well, that's presumable, isn't it?" Ville asked in response to Bam's question with an easy going, bright smile. For a moment, Bam was again rendered speechless as he looked into those endless, cattish green eyes. But he snapped out of it, when Ville raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"Of course," Bam said back, not really knowing what he was agreeing with. Ville chuckled softly; it sounded very close to a purr.
"So, how have you been?" Ville asked softly, as if he already knew the answer. Bam gave a half-hearted smile.
"Well, considering...pretty shitty," he responded, and for once in the whole conversation, he'd been sure about what he'd said.
"Any way I can help?" Ville asked, in a giving, offering voice. Bam had a nasty thought but threw it off.
"Uh, if you think of something," Bam responded, trying to ignore the list of things that were now going uninhibited through his mind.
"I probably could," Ville responded, with a light, catty grin adorning his pale, snowy face, his eyes dancing in a rim of ebony that complemented the color of his eyes and making them stand out more against the darkness of the makeup that surrounded it.
"Really?" Bam said, with the first smile in weeks adorning his cavorting face, his mischevious eyes dancing lightly in the early morning sun. He stuck his hands in his pockets to keep the tips from freezing off.
"Uh-huh," Ville responded simply, a devilish tint to his lips. That could mean a lot of things, couldn't it?
Bam tucked his hair behind his ear; a futile attempt to be sure, as his hair was still too short to be held at bay that simply. Ville smiled coyly at Bam's ongoing battle with the curly mop.
"What?" Bam almost pouted
"Nothing, Bam; you're just very coy when you do that," Ville responded, his eyes twinkling in the early morning winter sun. Bam chuckled.
"I don't think I could ever get used to your expansive English vocabulary, Ville; you speak better English than I do!" Bam exclaimed.
"I study, Bam," Ville said simply, and Bam shook his head with a soft sigh,
"I was never good at studying," Bam admitted.
"You're good at other things, though," Ville pointed out with a grin. Bam gave one of his half smiles and shook his head.
"Whoo hoo, doing skateboarding stunts and annoying the fuck out of my mother; what's that?" Bam said with a sarcastic tone to his voice.
"Bam, don't be like that," Ville said in a stony voice, which made Bam look into his eyes. They were suddenly trapped in each other's gaze. Bam realized he was barely breathing and let a sigh out, and Ville's coy grin spread across his face.
"Why not?" Bam protested.
"Because I don't like it," Ville countered. That shut Bam up real quick.
The silence settled around them like a blanket of cotton, ready to split at a single word, like a pane of glass that was waiting to be shattered by a syllable, one single sound. They stared at each other, captured in each other's spiderwebs, unable to create words or anything more than the expressions on their faces.
The cold began to nip at Bam's nose and he gave a smile, taking a step toward Ville, slowly.
"Maybe we should go inside?" Bam said, shattering the panes of silence that had surrounded them.
"Yes, we should," Ville agreed with a charming smile, making his eyes glitter with magic as he turned from Bam, and Bam walked up next to him, walking in step, their boots crushing frigid leaves.
Ville was cognizant of the way Bam had been sneaking glances at him as they walked back to the castle, and frankly he didn't mind.
They reached the castle, and Bam let Ville in first, and it spread a small, secretive smile on the Finnish man's face, as he tossed cocoa locks of curls out of his face, glancing around the pink-painted walls with a chuckle. It always seemed to be a shrine to His Infernal Majesty. Ville was frankly flattered, if that were the word.
"Interesting remodeling, Bam," Ville commented, and he could have sworn he detected a slight flush to his face, and he turned his full mouth into a radiant smile, beaming.
"Thanks...you know how much I love your Heartagram," Bam said in a soft voice, and Ville walked over to him, running his hand through the younger man's hair slowly on an instinct. Bam had to suppress a shiver and look quizically into Ville's eyes.
"Yes, I am aware," Ville muttered, his lips drawing closer to Bam's slowly, agonizingly slow. Bam had to stop his lips from trembling as he drew nearer, and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched.
Ville thought a moment and pulled away slowly, and Bam looked slightly abashed. Ville gave a small smile and motioned for Bam to follow him. It seemed Ville already knew his way around the place.
He walked to the darkest of the dark rooms, where candles had been lit, and Bam tilted his head slightly.
"What's going on, Ville?" Bam asked softly, a tinge of confused innocence entering his voice. Ville just grinned mischeviously.
"You'll see, Bam," he said in a smoky voice, his lips moving slowly and rather tantalizing, in Bam's honest opinion. Maybe, this was what he'd wanted for so long. He'd always felt so right around Ville, aching for more, but the fact of Jenn had always come into his mind, and he'd stopped himself from acting upon any buried black desires.
But maybe now was the time.
Ville looked back at the speculating Bam. He could tell there was a confusion lurking around in his eye and he smiled, holding out his hand for the skater to take. He looked down and into Ville's hand and smiled, slipping his firm, worn hands into the singer's delicate, feminine hands, which had a surprisingly strong grip to them as he pulled Bam close to him. Their eyes were met, and caught, and once again they drowned in each other's eyes, not wanting to break the moment.
Ville curled his lips into a smile at the quavering of Bam's lips practically against his. Seeing that Ville was taller than Bam he looked deep into those sparkling green eyes, filled with mischief, lurking with dark, deep desires. His lips curled further.
Bam, however, had a sudden impulse, and his lips met the singer's. Their lips met and it was like fireworks, their lips like silk moving slowly against each other, small moans issuing from Bam, as Ville ran his hand through the skater's hair again.
This has to be a dream, Bam thought as he lost himself in the kiss of the other man. It's too perfect not to be. But it seemed it wasn't as the kiss continued, and Ville nipped gently on Bam's lip, and nothing but a slight shot of stimulating pain rushed through the younger man. Ville let out a soft purr of a moan and Bam, taking the moment, pressed him against the wall, kissing him deeply and fiercely, begging passageway into the singer's heavenly mouth.
Ville purred and granted the way, and Bam's tongue coiled softly and gently into Ville's mouth, filling him up with a lust that he'd not known for a long time. Bam looked at him, and their eyes met again.
"Are you sure about this?" Ville asked in a low, addictive voice, and Bam answered by kissing him deeply again, almost desperately. Ville satisfied the desperation by running his hands slowly up Bam's clothed chest, the heels of his palms massaging his nipples softly, lightly, teasingly. Bam's head fell back on his shoulders as he let out a guttural moan at the caress, sending shivers up Ville's spine.
"Positive," Bam muttered in a deep, silken voice, woven of desires, love and lust buried alive for so many years. He lifted his head and his hand caressed up Ville's chest, snaking under his shirt, electric currents sparking everywhere his chilly fingers touched. Ville bit his full bottom lip and full out moaned.
Ville and Bam made eye contact again, and their lips crushed themselves together in a spark of passion and lust. They moaned simultaneously into each other's mouths, and Bam pressed Ville onto the black velvet sheets with a small laugh, nuzzling his nose with the singer, making a radiant smile break on his face.
Bam slowly and agonizingly grinded his hips against the slight man, making him arch and groan from the shots of pleasure that ran through his body like electric charge. His head fell back on the bed, his cattish eyes clouding with a lust he'd never once felt in his life as he looked back up at the curly haired man above him, sending pulsating beams of lust through every fiber of his being.
Bam could also feel the shocks of lust rushing through every vein, consuming him, even more so than any time he'd ever, ever been with Jenn. He didn't want to question if that was a bad thing or not. He shivered slightly and pressed his lips firmly to Ville's and they became one as their clothes slowly came off, piece by piece until they both lay completely bared by one another, looking deep into each other's eyes.
"Can I tell you something, Bam?" Ville said in a low voice, his accent running thick through his sensual voice.
"Sure," Bam said softly, his lips moving almost on top of the slender man's. It sent shivers down both their spines.
"I love you," he said softly, kissing Bam before the skater could react, pressing their bodies close, exciting them both. Bam smiled as their lips parted, kissing down Ville's stomach. He'd never done this before, but he was a daredevil and he tried anything once, and he had a feeling this would be more than once. He kissed down his abdomen and his tongue caressed the head of Ville, then consumed him, working him until he came inside Bam's mouth.
Ville returned the favor, swirling and sucking until he heard the whimpering command of Bam reaching his end. He smiled, and Bam tilted his head, and he felt a definite something being pressed into him, and it sent him over the edge, driving him wild, enveloping him in a blinding passion until he reached his peak again. It was definitely a new sensation; he'd always been the one giving in that sense. He could get used to the other way around, in some aspects.
Bam, after, moved to position himself, letting Ville lay down in front of him, and he lathered the lube he'd realized Ville had pulled out on his member, and pressing slowly but surely into the singer, hearing a purr that sounded like music, and it again turned into a whirl of thrusting, moaning, groaning, and exciting, until they both reached their ends, Bam's fingers wrapping around Ville's member and pumping it fiercely, earning an ear shattering, musical scream from the singer.
And with that they fell into a passion that consisted of being inside each other, pleasing each other, and other such things. Each act was filled with adoration and a soft, silken love.
Afterwards they lay beside each other, and Bam turned over to look at the older man with a smile.
"I love you too," he said in a soft voice, his eyes glittering. Ville smiled and kissed the skater with a passion no one could match after the kind of experience they'd shared...
feedback/comments are GREATLY appreciated. thanks!