Of Things Dark and Macabre
Title: Of Things Dark and Macabre
Chapter: 6
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Warning: Mentions of necrophilia...
Disclaimer: Fiction, it‘s a way of life.
Word Count: 2586
Summary: Bam’s a mortician for the family business Margera & Sons... his life changes one day when one Ville Valo visits their funeral home...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
Duffer’s looked remarkably like every other bar that Ville had been to in America, so it was easy for him to settle into a corner table across from the billiards. Bam could be seen leaning over the counter waving the bartender over. Ville frowned upon noting that Bam handed the man his credit card and motioned towards their table. Clothes rustling as he sat beside him, Burton grinned. “I didn’t think you’d actually want us hanging around tonight…”
Ville placed a cigarette between his lips. And while searching for his lighter replied. “Normally I wouldn’t… but I think Bam could use a little bit of time around the living…”
“You two are creepy…”
Lighting his cigarette, Ville blew a cloud of smoke at Burton. “Should I be offended or thanking you?”
“The fact that you have to question that… says it all…”
The sloshing of a couple of pitchers being placed in front of them prevented Ville from coming back at Burton with a retort. He met Bam’s blue eyes in the hazy bar lighting. “What no Jager tonight?”
Batting his eyes almost as if trying to force away a blush, Bam mumbled his response. “Did you want some?” He asked as he slid into the booth beside Ville. Burton chuckled but busied himself pouring himself a beer.
“Beer’s fine…” Ville held out his smokes.
“No… thanks, though.” Bam replied. His further response halted when the rest of the band sat down at the table instigating a quick shuffle to fit everyone into the booth. Gas filled everyone a pint before holding his glass up in a toast.
Leaning into Bam’s shoulder, Ville spoke through the cigarette hanging dangerously loose from his lips. “So… Jesse give you any trouble at work these last couple days?”
Bam sipped from his glass before answering. “The first day a little, but Ry must have talked to Phil… Jesse didn’t say two words to me today…” His voiced trailed off when his eyes met Ville’s. All he could do was sit there and smile at him… knowing full well the results if he did anything else. Fingers occasionally retrieving the cigarette from his mouth to tap ashes away, Ville seemed just as content to sit eyes locked on Bam’s face while the rest of the band revisited the events of the day over their beer.
When the first pretzel hit his face, Ville only glared for a moment at Linde before returning his attentions back on Bam. He opened his mouth to speak when another one hit him square in the eye. Raising the eyebrow of his unaffected eye, Ville pursed his lips at Bam. Then with a coy smile slid his hand over Bam’s thigh.
Immediately Bam stiffened, but made no move to push Ville’s hand away. Instead when Linde launched yet another pretzel at him, Bam caught it before it fell to the table and popped it in his mouth. Eyes twinkling, he made a show of chewing it ever slowly; his tongue slipping out to lap away the salt remaining on his lips. Beside them Burton snickered and motioned for Linde to throw another.
Knowing that he couldn’t very well lean across the table and kiss Bam like he wanted to, Ville did the next best thing. When Linde chanced throwing another pretzel, he reached across the table and snuffling out his cigarette grabbed a handful of pretzels for himself. Not wanting to remove his other hand from Bam’s thigh, he dumped them on the table and proceeded to match Linde pretzel for pretzel until all of them were laying in a crumbled mess on the floor.
Bam’s eyes twinkled at their antics, though he didn’t join them. It felt just so damn nice being out of the house with people. He’d tried going out for a few drinks even when Ryan was busy, but it had felt awkward sitting there drinking by himself.
The two pitchers were quickly emptied. When Gas made a move to order another round, Ville shook his head. “Let’s just head back to the hotel… attack the mini-bar or something?” He suggested.
***
Much to Bam’s surprise, he ended up in Burton’s hotel room stretched out shirtless on his stomach watching clips of Him’s early days.
“He doesn’t have any tattoos…” Bam replied upon seeing a particularly early clip. “How old was Ville there?”
Burton grinned. “Maybe 21...”
Bam was about to ask to see another video when Ville and Linde stumbled into the room. “Where’s the hand-held that Mikko let us borrow?” Linde questioned. Burton pointed beside the television. Eyes watching their interaction, Bam waited for the conversation to play out before he spoke again. “Do you know how to work this?” Ville asked Burton.
“No…”
“Shit.”
“What did you want to tape?”
“Outside our room…across the street…” Linde explained.
Doubt flickering over Burton’s face he started to question why that would be such an interesting thing to film when Bam’s voice cut through the air. “That’s a 16mm, right? I know how to run it…” Clamoring off the bed, he picked it up and turned it on without so much as a glance. Burton and Linde looked at him curiously. “So where’d you want to film again?” He asked. Motioning him out the door, Ville didn’t hide the speculation in his eyes.
Gas was snickering as they entered the room. “That has got to hurt…”
“Look at these guys…” Linde motioned at the window.
Much to Bam’s surprise, they were watching a group of guys across the street in a parking lot… doing shopping cart runs; one man would climb into the basket while the other rammed him into a curb, flinging him into a bush. Laughter bursting out from his gut, Bam collapsed against Gas before leaning out the window and yelling. “You kids better stop that… that’s private property!” His voice was a parody of itself.
Much to the band’s surprise one of the men answered. “Bam, you asshole! Get your gay self down here!”
Ville’s face was clearly sporting a frown as he looked from Bam and back at his band mate’s expressions. This was a side of Bam he’d never seen. When the guys in the parking lot yelled for Bam to jump out of the window, Ville was on his feet and wrapping his arms around Bam’s waist. Eyes wide Ville couldn’t speak as Bam tried to shrug him off. Bam barely met Ville’s eyes before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room and down through the lobby.
The band doesn’t follow, instead choosing to watch from the window. Bam’s grip on Ville was released as he ran haphazardly across the street and jumped into Dico’s arms before wrestling him to the pavement. It was by sheer chance that Ville stayed at Bam’s heels. He was breathing heavy as he turned to watch the traffic go by, knowing that they’d just narrowly missed being hit. For the first time since meeting him, Ville looked at Bam like he was seriously crazy. However, he held his tongue.
Bam introduced him to three of the four men. Dico, Raab, and Madanaldo. Ville assumed the fourth man to be some random guy that Bam didn’t know. He listened disinterestedly as they messed with Bam for a bit; harassing him about not doing stunts with them and the like.
The one introduced as Raab gestured at Ville lewdly. “He’s moved onto filming men in hotel rooms… why would he want to film shopping cart runs?” It did not go unnoticed by Ville that Bam paled at this accusation.
Ville opened his mouth to explain. But was interrupted when Dico shoved Raab hard to the ground. “Who is your friend anyways, Bam?” He asked.
Rubbing a hand nervously over his neck, Bam answered. “Guys this is Ville… his friends s-s-saw you guys doing s-s-stunts…” Bam sighed but trudged on. “They wanted to f-f-f… to record it. I was the only one that could work the camera.”
Dico patted Bam’s shoulder reassuringly. “So are you still doing that mortician gig?”
All at once, Ville realized that Bam definitely didn’t see these friends too often. He was further shocked at Bam’s reaction to the question.
“It’s sick, but it pays the bills… ever since Pop-pop died…” Bam kicked the ground. His gaze stopped momentarily on the fourth guy before returning to Dico. “Jesse’s still a fucking bitch about it… I’d like to see him perform arterial embalming…”
Nodding silently, Dico was quick to change the subject. “How’s Rake?”
“Good. He’ll be at work tomorrow. You should give him a call.” Bam suggested before wrapping his arms around Dico. “We should get back… it was nice seeing you again, Bran…”
Ville was thankful when the walk back across the street to the hotel ended up a hell of a lot calmer. They were only up the second flight of stairs when he backed Bam into the landing corner. “Don’t take this wrong, but did you take your pills this morning…” He didn’t wait for Bam to answer. “You just scared the hell out of me!” Shock surged through Ville when Bam almost started crying, but the reaction that followed lent new definition to the word.
“Do you have a fucking clue how those fucking things make me feel?!’ Bam yelled loudly trying to shove Ville off of him. “Would you want to live every day of your life locked in your fucking head…” He flailed striking out at Ville. Startled, Ville held his arms protectively in front of his face. Bam, in turn, rolled over to face the wall before punching it repeatedly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Peering from behind his wrist, Ville watched as Bam let his frustrations roll over him. Cautiously he reached out and ran his hands soothingly over Bam’s shoulders. “Hey… shhh…”
Bam choked out a sob that was meant to be half hidden. “I almost fucking hit you… how can you just stand there and shush me?”
“Because I’m an asshole…”
“What?!”
“I’ve been sitting here romanticizing your job… romanticizing death… and all the while you fucking hate it… and I’m bloody in love with it…”
Slumping against the wall as he turned to face Ville, Bam sighed. “I…” Hands moving impossibly slow, he reached out and caressed Ville’s face. “I don’t get it, but I don’t mind it…” Fingers tangling in his hair, Bam pulled Ville to his chest. “God… I’ve wanted to kiss you all night…” He confessed breathlessly before flickering his tongue over Ville’s lips.
Eyes closing, Ville gasped and waited for Bam to make the next move. When Bam’s tongue swiped across his lips again, he sucked it gently into his mouth scraping his teeth over it just barely. Bam whimpered and arms supporting his weight on the wall arched into his ministrations. Neither men stopped what they were doing when Burton and Linde’s voices sounded behind them.
“I’m sure they’re fine…”
“Ville looked pissed!”
They caught sight of Bam and Ville.
“Told you…”
“Ach, you two… get a room!”
Ville giggled into Bam’s mouth before hesitantly pulling away. “Your call, Bammie…”
Cheeks flushed and eyes bright, Bam’s heart skipped a beat. Ville really wanted that from him? He gulped audibly before answering. “Yeah, okay…”
Crushing his lips against Bam’s once more, Ville moaned softly into his mouth before grabbing his hand and jogging up the stairs past Burton and Linde towards a room. Once inside, Ville was quick to slide down Bam’s frame mouthing words of lust and adoration along his torso before stopping just above his jeans. Pushing Bam’s shirt up just enough, he nibbled at the tender flesh found there as his fingers made quick work of the belt buckle.
His breath coming in sharp, loud gasps, Bam tangled his fingers in Ville’s hair. “Oh, god…” Ville drug his jeans and boxers over his hips. Jerking his hips involuntarily, Bam bit his lip to keep from shuddering. When Ville’s breath ghosted over the head of his cock, he could swear his eyes rolled back. “Fuck…”
“Patience is a virtue, darling…”
“Say that when my lips are inches from your dick…” Bam whined tightening his grip on Ville’s hair.
Chuckling Ville let his tongue curl and press into the slit of Bam’s cock before lowering his lips around the flesh. He hummed softly as he took in every inch; whimpering when Bam’s grip on his hair tightened to near painful. When pubic hair brushed against his nose, Ville stopped and hollowed his cheeks. Chancing a glance upward at Bam’s face, he was shocked to find blue eyes staring intently down at him. Their gaze held. Ville was not even surprised when Bam’s lips parted as he cried out his release before spilling into his mouth.
Hands sliding up and over Bam’s torso, Ville stood and wrapped his hands around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss. They were inching towards the bed before Ville even noticed Bam’s hands flirting with the waistline of his pants before sliding in to grope his ass. Moaning at the intent behind the touch, Ville deepened their kiss before dragging Bam on top of him as he collapsed onto the mattress.
Bam pulled away from the kiss and asked quietly. “I’m sorry for almost hitting you… why don’t you hate me now…? Everyone else would…”
“I already told you… I’m not like other boys.”
“I thought you were just trying to get me to suck you off or some shit.”
The bluntness shocked Ville, but he stretched up and kissed Bam on the nose anyway. “I was… but words have more than just one meaning…”
Bam shuddered as his softened cock rubbed against the coarse material of Ville’s pants. He thrust against him. “Can I?”
“I might be forced to take drastic action if you don’t…”
Giggling Bam placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Ville’s lips before tugging his hands out from under their combined weight and pulling Ville’s shirt off. Bam’s fingers danced over his tattoos before sliding down to attack the zipper of his pants. His eyes never left Ville’s as he wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly started pumping. It was almost as if he was memorizing and cataloging every single reaction flickering across the Finn’s face.
Under such intense scrutiny, Ville frowned. “Alright, babe?”
“I.. I’ve never…”
Ville blinked as the information circled around his skull before absorbing. When Bam started to pull his hand away he grabbed his wrist. “Don’t stop…” Bam met his eyes and experimentally tightened his grasp. Moaning, Ville let his head fall back hard on the mattress. “Yeah, like that…” He gasped.
The sight before him seemed almost unreal. Bam focused again on Ville writhing on the bed. When his chest started rising and falling rapidly, Bam almost asked if he was okay when he felt the cock in his hand throb and a slick warmth pulse and coat his fingers. Eyes dropping to his fist, he gasped as he watched the last spurt of Ville’s cum land on his wrist. Ville surged up and kissed him abruptly before dragging and pushing him underneath his weight on the bed. Flailing as his hand nearly landed on Ville’s skin, Bam cried out. “My hand!”
Smirking, Ville wove his fingers through Bam’s semen-slicked hand grinning devilishly at the shock crossing his face. Face buried in Bam’s neck, Ville giggled before murmuring into his neck. “Oh, the things I want to do to you…”
Chapter 7
Chapter: 6
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Warning: Mentions of necrophilia...
Disclaimer: Fiction, it‘s a way of life.
Word Count: 2586
Summary: Bam’s a mortician for the family business Margera & Sons... his life changes one day when one Ville Valo visits their funeral home...
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
Duffer’s looked remarkably like every other bar that Ville had been to in America, so it was easy for him to settle into a corner table across from the billiards. Bam could be seen leaning over the counter waving the bartender over. Ville frowned upon noting that Bam handed the man his credit card and motioned towards their table. Clothes rustling as he sat beside him, Burton grinned. “I didn’t think you’d actually want us hanging around tonight…”
Ville placed a cigarette between his lips. And while searching for his lighter replied. “Normally I wouldn’t… but I think Bam could use a little bit of time around the living…”
“You two are creepy…”
Lighting his cigarette, Ville blew a cloud of smoke at Burton. “Should I be offended or thanking you?”
“The fact that you have to question that… says it all…”
The sloshing of a couple of pitchers being placed in front of them prevented Ville from coming back at Burton with a retort. He met Bam’s blue eyes in the hazy bar lighting. “What no Jager tonight?”
Batting his eyes almost as if trying to force away a blush, Bam mumbled his response. “Did you want some?” He asked as he slid into the booth beside Ville. Burton chuckled but busied himself pouring himself a beer.
“Beer’s fine…” Ville held out his smokes.
“No… thanks, though.” Bam replied. His further response halted when the rest of the band sat down at the table instigating a quick shuffle to fit everyone into the booth. Gas filled everyone a pint before holding his glass up in a toast.
Leaning into Bam’s shoulder, Ville spoke through the cigarette hanging dangerously loose from his lips. “So… Jesse give you any trouble at work these last couple days?”
Bam sipped from his glass before answering. “The first day a little, but Ry must have talked to Phil… Jesse didn’t say two words to me today…” His voiced trailed off when his eyes met Ville’s. All he could do was sit there and smile at him… knowing full well the results if he did anything else. Fingers occasionally retrieving the cigarette from his mouth to tap ashes away, Ville seemed just as content to sit eyes locked on Bam’s face while the rest of the band revisited the events of the day over their beer.
When the first pretzel hit his face, Ville only glared for a moment at Linde before returning his attentions back on Bam. He opened his mouth to speak when another one hit him square in the eye. Raising the eyebrow of his unaffected eye, Ville pursed his lips at Bam. Then with a coy smile slid his hand over Bam’s thigh.
Immediately Bam stiffened, but made no move to push Ville’s hand away. Instead when Linde launched yet another pretzel at him, Bam caught it before it fell to the table and popped it in his mouth. Eyes twinkling, he made a show of chewing it ever slowly; his tongue slipping out to lap away the salt remaining on his lips. Beside them Burton snickered and motioned for Linde to throw another.
Knowing that he couldn’t very well lean across the table and kiss Bam like he wanted to, Ville did the next best thing. When Linde chanced throwing another pretzel, he reached across the table and snuffling out his cigarette grabbed a handful of pretzels for himself. Not wanting to remove his other hand from Bam’s thigh, he dumped them on the table and proceeded to match Linde pretzel for pretzel until all of them were laying in a crumbled mess on the floor.
Bam’s eyes twinkled at their antics, though he didn’t join them. It felt just so damn nice being out of the house with people. He’d tried going out for a few drinks even when Ryan was busy, but it had felt awkward sitting there drinking by himself.
The two pitchers were quickly emptied. When Gas made a move to order another round, Ville shook his head. “Let’s just head back to the hotel… attack the mini-bar or something?” He suggested.
***
Much to Bam’s surprise, he ended up in Burton’s hotel room stretched out shirtless on his stomach watching clips of Him’s early days.
“He doesn’t have any tattoos…” Bam replied upon seeing a particularly early clip. “How old was Ville there?”
Burton grinned. “Maybe 21...”
Bam was about to ask to see another video when Ville and Linde stumbled into the room. “Where’s the hand-held that Mikko let us borrow?” Linde questioned. Burton pointed beside the television. Eyes watching their interaction, Bam waited for the conversation to play out before he spoke again. “Do you know how to work this?” Ville asked Burton.
“No…”
“Shit.”
“What did you want to tape?”
“Outside our room…across the street…” Linde explained.
Doubt flickering over Burton’s face he started to question why that would be such an interesting thing to film when Bam’s voice cut through the air. “That’s a 16mm, right? I know how to run it…” Clamoring off the bed, he picked it up and turned it on without so much as a glance. Burton and Linde looked at him curiously. “So where’d you want to film again?” He asked. Motioning him out the door, Ville didn’t hide the speculation in his eyes.
Gas was snickering as they entered the room. “That has got to hurt…”
“Look at these guys…” Linde motioned at the window.
Much to Bam’s surprise, they were watching a group of guys across the street in a parking lot… doing shopping cart runs; one man would climb into the basket while the other rammed him into a curb, flinging him into a bush. Laughter bursting out from his gut, Bam collapsed against Gas before leaning out the window and yelling. “You kids better stop that… that’s private property!” His voice was a parody of itself.
Much to the band’s surprise one of the men answered. “Bam, you asshole! Get your gay self down here!”
Ville’s face was clearly sporting a frown as he looked from Bam and back at his band mate’s expressions. This was a side of Bam he’d never seen. When the guys in the parking lot yelled for Bam to jump out of the window, Ville was on his feet and wrapping his arms around Bam’s waist. Eyes wide Ville couldn’t speak as Bam tried to shrug him off. Bam barely met Ville’s eyes before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room and down through the lobby.
The band doesn’t follow, instead choosing to watch from the window. Bam’s grip on Ville was released as he ran haphazardly across the street and jumped into Dico’s arms before wrestling him to the pavement. It was by sheer chance that Ville stayed at Bam’s heels. He was breathing heavy as he turned to watch the traffic go by, knowing that they’d just narrowly missed being hit. For the first time since meeting him, Ville looked at Bam like he was seriously crazy. However, he held his tongue.
Bam introduced him to three of the four men. Dico, Raab, and Madanaldo. Ville assumed the fourth man to be some random guy that Bam didn’t know. He listened disinterestedly as they messed with Bam for a bit; harassing him about not doing stunts with them and the like.
The one introduced as Raab gestured at Ville lewdly. “He’s moved onto filming men in hotel rooms… why would he want to film shopping cart runs?” It did not go unnoticed by Ville that Bam paled at this accusation.
Ville opened his mouth to explain. But was interrupted when Dico shoved Raab hard to the ground. “Who is your friend anyways, Bam?” He asked.
Rubbing a hand nervously over his neck, Bam answered. “Guys this is Ville… his friends s-s-saw you guys doing s-s-stunts…” Bam sighed but trudged on. “They wanted to f-f-f… to record it. I was the only one that could work the camera.”
Dico patted Bam’s shoulder reassuringly. “So are you still doing that mortician gig?”
All at once, Ville realized that Bam definitely didn’t see these friends too often. He was further shocked at Bam’s reaction to the question.
“It’s sick, but it pays the bills… ever since Pop-pop died…” Bam kicked the ground. His gaze stopped momentarily on the fourth guy before returning to Dico. “Jesse’s still a fucking bitch about it… I’d like to see him perform arterial embalming…”
Nodding silently, Dico was quick to change the subject. “How’s Rake?”
“Good. He’ll be at work tomorrow. You should give him a call.” Bam suggested before wrapping his arms around Dico. “We should get back… it was nice seeing you again, Bran…”
Ville was thankful when the walk back across the street to the hotel ended up a hell of a lot calmer. They were only up the second flight of stairs when he backed Bam into the landing corner. “Don’t take this wrong, but did you take your pills this morning…” He didn’t wait for Bam to answer. “You just scared the hell out of me!” Shock surged through Ville when Bam almost started crying, but the reaction that followed lent new definition to the word.
“Do you have a fucking clue how those fucking things make me feel?!’ Bam yelled loudly trying to shove Ville off of him. “Would you want to live every day of your life locked in your fucking head…” He flailed striking out at Ville. Startled, Ville held his arms protectively in front of his face. Bam, in turn, rolled over to face the wall before punching it repeatedly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Peering from behind his wrist, Ville watched as Bam let his frustrations roll over him. Cautiously he reached out and ran his hands soothingly over Bam’s shoulders. “Hey… shhh…”
Bam choked out a sob that was meant to be half hidden. “I almost fucking hit you… how can you just stand there and shush me?”
“Because I’m an asshole…”
“What?!”
“I’ve been sitting here romanticizing your job… romanticizing death… and all the while you fucking hate it… and I’m bloody in love with it…”
Slumping against the wall as he turned to face Ville, Bam sighed. “I…” Hands moving impossibly slow, he reached out and caressed Ville’s face. “I don’t get it, but I don’t mind it…” Fingers tangling in his hair, Bam pulled Ville to his chest. “God… I’ve wanted to kiss you all night…” He confessed breathlessly before flickering his tongue over Ville’s lips.
Eyes closing, Ville gasped and waited for Bam to make the next move. When Bam’s tongue swiped across his lips again, he sucked it gently into his mouth scraping his teeth over it just barely. Bam whimpered and arms supporting his weight on the wall arched into his ministrations. Neither men stopped what they were doing when Burton and Linde’s voices sounded behind them.
“I’m sure they’re fine…”
“Ville looked pissed!”
They caught sight of Bam and Ville.
“Told you…”
“Ach, you two… get a room!”
Ville giggled into Bam’s mouth before hesitantly pulling away. “Your call, Bammie…”
Cheeks flushed and eyes bright, Bam’s heart skipped a beat. Ville really wanted that from him? He gulped audibly before answering. “Yeah, okay…”
Crushing his lips against Bam’s once more, Ville moaned softly into his mouth before grabbing his hand and jogging up the stairs past Burton and Linde towards a room. Once inside, Ville was quick to slide down Bam’s frame mouthing words of lust and adoration along his torso before stopping just above his jeans. Pushing Bam’s shirt up just enough, he nibbled at the tender flesh found there as his fingers made quick work of the belt buckle.
His breath coming in sharp, loud gasps, Bam tangled his fingers in Ville’s hair. “Oh, god…” Ville drug his jeans and boxers over his hips. Jerking his hips involuntarily, Bam bit his lip to keep from shuddering. When Ville’s breath ghosted over the head of his cock, he could swear his eyes rolled back. “Fuck…”
“Patience is a virtue, darling…”
“Say that when my lips are inches from your dick…” Bam whined tightening his grip on Ville’s hair.
Chuckling Ville let his tongue curl and press into the slit of Bam’s cock before lowering his lips around the flesh. He hummed softly as he took in every inch; whimpering when Bam’s grip on his hair tightened to near painful. When pubic hair brushed against his nose, Ville stopped and hollowed his cheeks. Chancing a glance upward at Bam’s face, he was shocked to find blue eyes staring intently down at him. Their gaze held. Ville was not even surprised when Bam’s lips parted as he cried out his release before spilling into his mouth.
Hands sliding up and over Bam’s torso, Ville stood and wrapped his hands around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss. They were inching towards the bed before Ville even noticed Bam’s hands flirting with the waistline of his pants before sliding in to grope his ass. Moaning at the intent behind the touch, Ville deepened their kiss before dragging Bam on top of him as he collapsed onto the mattress.
Bam pulled away from the kiss and asked quietly. “I’m sorry for almost hitting you… why don’t you hate me now…? Everyone else would…”
“I already told you… I’m not like other boys.”
“I thought you were just trying to get me to suck you off or some shit.”
The bluntness shocked Ville, but he stretched up and kissed Bam on the nose anyway. “I was… but words have more than just one meaning…”
Bam shuddered as his softened cock rubbed against the coarse material of Ville’s pants. He thrust against him. “Can I?”
“I might be forced to take drastic action if you don’t…”
Giggling Bam placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Ville’s lips before tugging his hands out from under their combined weight and pulling Ville’s shirt off. Bam’s fingers danced over his tattoos before sliding down to attack the zipper of his pants. His eyes never left Ville’s as he wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly started pumping. It was almost as if he was memorizing and cataloging every single reaction flickering across the Finn’s face.
Under such intense scrutiny, Ville frowned. “Alright, babe?”
“I.. I’ve never…”
Ville blinked as the information circled around his skull before absorbing. When Bam started to pull his hand away he grabbed his wrist. “Don’t stop…” Bam met his eyes and experimentally tightened his grasp. Moaning, Ville let his head fall back hard on the mattress. “Yeah, like that…” He gasped.
The sight before him seemed almost unreal. Bam focused again on Ville writhing on the bed. When his chest started rising and falling rapidly, Bam almost asked if he was okay when he felt the cock in his hand throb and a slick warmth pulse and coat his fingers. Eyes dropping to his fist, he gasped as he watched the last spurt of Ville’s cum land on his wrist. Ville surged up and kissed him abruptly before dragging and pushing him underneath his weight on the bed. Flailing as his hand nearly landed on Ville’s skin, Bam cried out. “My hand!”
Smirking, Ville wove his fingers through Bam’s semen-slicked hand grinning devilishly at the shock crossing his face. Face buried in Bam’s neck, Ville giggled before murmuring into his neck. “Oh, the things I want to do to you…”
Chapter 7