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Title: Strawberry flavour, chapter 4/?
Author: Las
Pairings: Jonne/Linde, Jonne/Ville (*leaves it there*), Ville/Linde
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Author’s notes: I was really tired when I wrote this, or at least largest part of it, and it might show… I’ve decided not to worry too much about that though, so I’m just posting it. It’s mostly just random silliness, to make up for the angst in the previous chapter - enjoy. ;)
Don’t forget: feedback makes me write faster! :P
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I dreamed tonight. Linde closed his eyes as the heat of the shower surrounded him, and let his mind follow a free path amidst the images that drifted into his awareness. Featureless dreamy face, piercing green eyes and wavy black hair from previous times, when they were still younger. The intense feeling of knowing that the other missed him. Ville… when will I get over you?
The dreams were the closest to Ville’s love he ever got, because despite their efforts, his friend seemed quite fine with the situation.
Ahhh - maybe only when I let myself.
Linde fell into fruitless thoughts for a few minutes, then got himself together - away from self-pity that seemed to be the order of the day - and got dressed. He tied his dreads behind his head.
There was a note on the table.
You are still asleep right now, and I don’t want to wake you, but me and the guys are out shopping and making trouble. Call me if you want to come.
Love,
Jonne
Linde stared at the phone number scribbled under the hastily scrawled note, and tried to figure out how it could have had gotten on the table. His door had been locked, and no one had come in except Migé. Had he left it here? Linde sighed, cast a glance out the window where a pale winter sun shone through the clouds, then got his cell phone and dialed the number.
“Love? Yes, of course you can come. We’ll wait for you…. See you soon then.”
Not long after, Linde quietly stepped out of the hotel into the cold, deeply snuggling into his scarf. The winter didn’t want to leave this year, it seemed. He met Negative’s members in a small park in the middle of town, where Larry and Christus had just climbed atop a bench and showed the world their singing qualities. Linde cringed.
Christus waved at him as he approached. “Jonne, your lover is in sight! And my, is he looking good today!” Christus cracked up in laughter and pulled the other man down, but Linde only had eyes for Jonne, who was smiling at him fondly with eyes glittering in the sun. His cheeks were a flushed red above a white scarf, stuck deeply into his blue coat, and his light dreads framed his face perfectly.
Without even thinking about it, he’d stepped forward and pressed his lips to Jonne’s in greeting. They melted together for a moment, then Linde, blushing, looked up to the rest of them. What am I doing? “Hey. Uhm… thanks for waiting.”
Larry smirked. “You’re welcome. We’d be quite happy to leave this damn park now though - Jonne insist that we come here as soon as you called so we wouldn’t be late.”
Linde glanced at Jonne, but got only a light shrug in return. “Would have hated to let you wait.” Jonne casually took his hand and interlaced their fingers. Linde averted his eyes.
After pretty much plundering a toy store - from which Linde, and thus Jonne, kept himself separated - they found their way into a big mall, where Christus insist that they make a trail of toys leading towards the department with women’s underwear. Linde tried to relax and giggle along, letting the feeling of being young and free again find its way into his heart. His hand was still safely tucked in Jonne’s, and secretly, he clung to it.
Jonne woke him up from his pondering with a small squeeze. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” Linde protested, as he was pulled along. Not that he really wanted to resist anything the other man wanted from him right now.
“You’ll see.”
Linde stopped in his tracks when he realised they were headed for the makeup section. His voice was almost shocked. “You’re not gonna make me wear makeup!”
Jonne laughed as he let go of Linde’s hand and walked over to the lipsticks. “I hadn’t even thought of that, but now that you mention it, that would be kinda cool. Come over here.”
Linde felt a giggle bubbling up from his throat. “No.”
“Are you a man or not? Be brave, and let your girl pamper you.”
“I should have known you wanted something with leaving that note.”
“I’m telling you, you just put the idea in my head! Get your sexy ass over here!”
Linde ended up with a subtle bit of eye pencil under his eyes, no more than he’d ever worn in a video, and already he felt rather embarrassed. It wasn’t his habit to draw attention to himself. That Jonne’s face was up close and smiling while applying it was plus though, and that he felt people’s gazes burning was something he was, in fact, willing to live with.
Jonne smiled, pulled him closer. His voice was soft and husky against Linde’s ear. “Wanna go taste the lip gloss?”
Before Linde could even answer Jonne had moved away from him, casting one naughty glance over his shoulder. Not lip gloss too. Jonne, have mercy…
It wasn’t quite what the singer had had in mind though. Jonne’s eyes gleamed with a wild shimmer after he’d lain his hand on the nearest tester, and he drew Linde closer. “Taste.”
Linde stared at him.
Jonne sighed and hooked an arm around Linde’s neck to let their lips come together. Linde tensed up, then after a moment’s hesitation, opened his mouth and swept his tongue over the other man’s lips to taste. His tongue was caught between agile teeth and was subjected to some gentle sucking, and when Jonne released him after a moment of teasing, Linde decided in a whim to just kiss the other man deeper. This evoked a giggle, and Jonne kissed back eagerly.
When they parted, they were both panting slightly. Linde felt his cheeks burn. “Was it even flavoured?”
“It said banana.”
Linde looked at him suspicuously, then his face slowly broke into a grin. “Did it? You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you? Give me the damn thing.”
“No!” Jonne giggled and jumped away when Linde reached for the small tube in his hand. The singer ended up firmly pressed up against the shelves - that’s when Linde felt the other’s hard-on pressing into him, through his coat.
It caught him by surprise, and he hastily pulled back, pretending he hadn’t noticed. “Come on… the others must wonder where we went.”
“Fine, but I’m buying this one. I think you kind of liked it.” Jonne winked, then swept past him.
Linde followed him slowly. That shouldn’t have surprised me the way it did.
As he watched Linde fling his arm around Christus and press a kiss to his cheek, he wondered, why am I even bothered about it? Jonne was stealing a part of his heart that hadn’t been touched by anyone in a long time, and he enjoyed it. It wasn’t quite the deep longing for security involved in his dreams about Ville… it was different, but somehow, a lot more real - and at the same time he almost couldn’t believe it was truly happening.
I feel so careless when I’m with him, and I love him for it.
Author: Las
Pairings: Jonne/Linde, Jonne/Ville (*leaves it there*), Ville/Linde
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Author’s notes: I was really tired when I wrote this, or at least largest part of it, and it might show… I’ve decided not to worry too much about that though, so I’m just posting it. It’s mostly just random silliness, to make up for the angst in the previous chapter - enjoy. ;)
Don’t forget: feedback makes me write faster! :P
Find all the other chapters here!
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I dreamed tonight. Linde closed his eyes as the heat of the shower surrounded him, and let his mind follow a free path amidst the images that drifted into his awareness. Featureless dreamy face, piercing green eyes and wavy black hair from previous times, when they were still younger. The intense feeling of knowing that the other missed him. Ville… when will I get over you?
The dreams were the closest to Ville’s love he ever got, because despite their efforts, his friend seemed quite fine with the situation.
Ahhh - maybe only when I let myself.
Linde fell into fruitless thoughts for a few minutes, then got himself together - away from self-pity that seemed to be the order of the day - and got dressed. He tied his dreads behind his head.
There was a note on the table.
You are still asleep right now, and I don’t want to wake you, but me and the guys are out shopping and making trouble. Call me if you want to come.
Love,
Jonne
Linde stared at the phone number scribbled under the hastily scrawled note, and tried to figure out how it could have had gotten on the table. His door had been locked, and no one had come in except Migé. Had he left it here? Linde sighed, cast a glance out the window where a pale winter sun shone through the clouds, then got his cell phone and dialed the number.
“Love? Yes, of course you can come. We’ll wait for you…. See you soon then.”
Not long after, Linde quietly stepped out of the hotel into the cold, deeply snuggling into his scarf. The winter didn’t want to leave this year, it seemed. He met Negative’s members in a small park in the middle of town, where Larry and Christus had just climbed atop a bench and showed the world their singing qualities. Linde cringed.
Christus waved at him as he approached. “Jonne, your lover is in sight! And my, is he looking good today!” Christus cracked up in laughter and pulled the other man down, but Linde only had eyes for Jonne, who was smiling at him fondly with eyes glittering in the sun. His cheeks were a flushed red above a white scarf, stuck deeply into his blue coat, and his light dreads framed his face perfectly.
Without even thinking about it, he’d stepped forward and pressed his lips to Jonne’s in greeting. They melted together for a moment, then Linde, blushing, looked up to the rest of them. What am I doing? “Hey. Uhm… thanks for waiting.”
Larry smirked. “You’re welcome. We’d be quite happy to leave this damn park now though - Jonne insist that we come here as soon as you called so we wouldn’t be late.”
Linde glanced at Jonne, but got only a light shrug in return. “Would have hated to let you wait.” Jonne casually took his hand and interlaced their fingers. Linde averted his eyes.
After pretty much plundering a toy store - from which Linde, and thus Jonne, kept himself separated - they found their way into a big mall, where Christus insist that they make a trail of toys leading towards the department with women’s underwear. Linde tried to relax and giggle along, letting the feeling of being young and free again find its way into his heart. His hand was still safely tucked in Jonne’s, and secretly, he clung to it.
Jonne woke him up from his pondering with a small squeeze. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” Linde protested, as he was pulled along. Not that he really wanted to resist anything the other man wanted from him right now.
“You’ll see.”
Linde stopped in his tracks when he realised they were headed for the makeup section. His voice was almost shocked. “You’re not gonna make me wear makeup!”
Jonne laughed as he let go of Linde’s hand and walked over to the lipsticks. “I hadn’t even thought of that, but now that you mention it, that would be kinda cool. Come over here.”
Linde felt a giggle bubbling up from his throat. “No.”
“Are you a man or not? Be brave, and let your girl pamper you.”
“I should have known you wanted something with leaving that note.”
“I’m telling you, you just put the idea in my head! Get your sexy ass over here!”
Linde ended up with a subtle bit of eye pencil under his eyes, no more than he’d ever worn in a video, and already he felt rather embarrassed. It wasn’t his habit to draw attention to himself. That Jonne’s face was up close and smiling while applying it was plus though, and that he felt people’s gazes burning was something he was, in fact, willing to live with.
Jonne smiled, pulled him closer. His voice was soft and husky against Linde’s ear. “Wanna go taste the lip gloss?”
Before Linde could even answer Jonne had moved away from him, casting one naughty glance over his shoulder. Not lip gloss too. Jonne, have mercy…
It wasn’t quite what the singer had had in mind though. Jonne’s eyes gleamed with a wild shimmer after he’d lain his hand on the nearest tester, and he drew Linde closer. “Taste.”
Linde stared at him.
Jonne sighed and hooked an arm around Linde’s neck to let their lips come together. Linde tensed up, then after a moment’s hesitation, opened his mouth and swept his tongue over the other man’s lips to taste. His tongue was caught between agile teeth and was subjected to some gentle sucking, and when Jonne released him after a moment of teasing, Linde decided in a whim to just kiss the other man deeper. This evoked a giggle, and Jonne kissed back eagerly.
When they parted, they were both panting slightly. Linde felt his cheeks burn. “Was it even flavoured?”
“It said banana.”
Linde looked at him suspicuously, then his face slowly broke into a grin. “Did it? You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you? Give me the damn thing.”
“No!” Jonne giggled and jumped away when Linde reached for the small tube in his hand. The singer ended up firmly pressed up against the shelves - that’s when Linde felt the other’s hard-on pressing into him, through his coat.
It caught him by surprise, and he hastily pulled back, pretending he hadn’t noticed. “Come on… the others must wonder where we went.”
“Fine, but I’m buying this one. I think you kind of liked it.” Jonne winked, then swept past him.
Linde followed him slowly. That shouldn’t have surprised me the way it did.
As he watched Linde fling his arm around Christus and press a kiss to his cheek, he wondered, why am I even bothered about it? Jonne was stealing a part of his heart that hadn’t been touched by anyone in a long time, and he enjoyed it. It wasn’t quite the deep longing for security involved in his dreams about Ville… it was different, but somehow, a lot more real - and at the same time he almost couldn’t believe it was truly happening.
I feel so careless when I’m with him, and I love him for it.