VAM - My Heaven Tonight
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Title: My Heaven Tonight
Author: Bluespire
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in 2004 at the time of the making of the “And Love Said No” and “Solitary Man” videos. Ville and Bam have four days to kill in London…
Disclaimer: No harm or offense meant to any of the characters represented within this work of fiction.
Warnings: Explicit sex between two men, please don’t read if you are not old enough or don’t like that sort of thing.
Author’s Notes: The dialog at the start is meant to be a transcription of (:34 to :54) from this vid. If I have some of it wrong, I apologize. This was my best guess. Special thanks to my beta quicklime who, despite not being into VAM, in the midst of the Christmas season and with a bad cold, read this and gave great feedback. I'll post the video link again and some images after the fic for anyone who is confused, curious or just wants to enjoy them.
*voi hyvä jumala! is a Finnish interjection meaning “God!” or “Oh God!” (Or at least it is meant to be within this story. :) )
This story was written for twirl_away during the Vamidays Christmas Story Swap. (You can find original comments in that post).
Happy Holidays twirl_away!
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My Heaven Tonight
Bam’s POV
“Yo, Bam Bam.” Giggle. “What the fuck are you doing?” Ville Valo asked, approaching his very drunk friend, Bam Margera, who was currently sprawled across the floor in the hall of their posh London hotel.
“Yo, Look at my Andy McCoy belt that I got,” Bam replied. Bam thrust his hips up into the air displaying the belt in question. Ville hesitated, then forged on.
“That’s beautiful, I’m so psyched of it but…” As Ville bent down, Bam let his raised knees fall away from Ville and pulled his shirt up, bearing his tight stomach. Ville paused only a moment before grasping Bam’s hand and attempting to pull him from the floor.
“Look how fucking awesome it is though, it’s totally fucking, Andy McCoy.” He looked at Ville’s face with a little more awareness than he originally appeared capable of. No, Ville definitely wasn’t noticing. Bam refused to take the hint to get up.
“I’m not really interested in your fucking belt, I’m interested in the booze in your fucking minibar,” Ville slurred and kept a hold of Bam’s hand. Bam felt a bloom of hurt in his chest but didn’t pull his hand away. He didn’t get up either. Joe, who was hovering to Ville’s left filming the entire interaction, clicked his camera off and let it drop.
“Yeah, I’m gonna let you guys get some rest, you need it.” He shook his head slowly and shuffled off to his own room.
Ville looked at Bam and they both broke into an uncontrolled giggle. Ville collapsed onto the floor, sprawling across Bam, weak with laughter. Bam let himself settle under the comfortable weight of his friend. “Now who’s gonna fucking help us to the room?” Ville asked before breaking into another round of laughter. They eventually made it back to Bam’s room only to find his minibar already emptied of liquor.
“This is the thanks I get?” Ville muttered good naturedly letting his long black wool coat drop to the floor before turning and stripping his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” Bam asked in confusion.
“I’m showering of course,” Ville muttered in his deep baritone. “We’ve been drinking for, what?…like 2 1/2 days? I could use a shower.” Ville continued on into the bathroom.
“You don’t have a fucking shower in your room?” Bam asked sleepily, laying back on his bed, covering his eyes with the back of his arm rather than bothering to lean over and shut the light off.
Ville stepped back out of the bathroom, pants partially undone and pulled open across his abdomen. “Bam, I lost my key, like, a day ago, when you lost your shoe. You promised to help me look, remember? That’s why I’ve been fucking carrying you around everywhere.”
Bam peeked sleepily from behind his arm and felt a jolt of energy travel through his body, suddenly tense at the sight of his friend’s semi-nakedness. He couldn’t stop his impulse to let his eyes flick over Ville’s form and linger on the heart-a-gram tattoo low on his abdomen, so similar to his own but somehow so much sexier on Ville. Bam had seen Ville’s version of the tattoo a thousand times in pictures but rarely saw it in the flesh. He forced his eyes away after only a few seconds, knowing that was all his system could tolerate, and held still, tightening his stomach muscles. He took a slow controlled breath before attempting to respond in a way that sounded nonchalant. “Oh yeah, well then, help yourself,” Bam waved his hand in the air and hoped it looked gracious and natural before returning his arm to his eyes. He heard Ville shuffle back into the bathroom. A moment later the water came on. When he felt pretty sure that Ville was in the shower he let out the breath that he had been holding and let his hand drop. Oh. My. God. This is gonna kill me, he thought, I’m gonna fucking die.
Bam took a series of deep breaths while his heart rate settled back into something approaching normal. He wished he wasn’t so fucking drunk. He listened to the shower. The water sound was soothing…and he was so tired. Bam tried to let himself drift off. He’d been having a strange but comforting re-occurring dream the past few weeks involving rain and tattoos and pink plastic palm trees that he’d like to return to but, despite the massive quantities of alcohol he’d consumed, he couldn’t seem to shut his mind off, he was too keyed up. What was he even doing here? Against his better judgment and without stopping to examine his motives too closely, he’d moved heaven and earth, re-arranging the entire production schedule of a music video so that he could spend 4 days alone in London, well practically alone since Joe was around, with Ville. Without the rest of HIM, Bam and Ville had a way of closing in and leaving everyone else out. Except for the constant presence of the video camera, it was like Joe Frantz wasn’t even there. Bam didn’t want to think about his thing for Ville. He just wanted MORE of him but he was too scared to figure out what that “more” might mean.
Bam lay helplessly on the bed for a few more minutes wishing he could sleep before giving in to a sure sleep inducer he’d been using since adolescence. He let his hand slide down his stomach into his jeans. He undid his button and eased down his zipper, freeing his dick, and began to stroke himself slowly taking deep breaths and trying to let his brain relax. He let his thoughts range and found himself settling, as he did quite frequently, on the tall dark singer who was currently wet and naked and most likely covered in slippery suds just a few feet away from where he lay on the bed.
Bam quickly adjusted his thoughts to something that he thought was more “appropriate,” he imagined Ville hooking with up with a particularly hot fan that he’d noticed the last time he’d seen the band play. He imagined Ville advancing on the girl, until he had her backed up against the wall, his height dwarfing her. He tried to imagine her brown eyes looking up at him with lust but they kept switching to a bright blue. He just went with it and began to stroke more quickly, holding firmly enough to slide the thin sensitive layer of skin along the inner muscle of his shaft.
Bam felt his heart quicken. His breathing deepened and his exhales began to take on a raspy, shuddering quality. His fantasy became more fluid and he started to lose control of it. He couldn’t maintain an image of the fan but he was beyond caring. Her build became more masculine. The long dark hair that he had imagined shortened and curled, becoming a nice brown. Fantasy Ville seemed pleased with the change in his fantasy lover and smiled a dark lust filled smile that slowly consumed his face. Ville roughly grabbed the fan’s shoulders and turned him to face the wall, reaching around and undoing the button on his jeans at the same time. Bam groaned as he imagined Ville sliding the fan’s zipper down, easing one hand inside to stroke his swollen cock and sliding the other hand up the fan’s hard stomach pulling a well worn HIM t-shirt up along with his caress.
Bam continued stroking his erection, a warm wave of sensation sparked low in his abdomen and quickly blossomed, spreading throughout his chest causing his breath to hitch. He let his hand come up over the head of his cock and back down the shaft once more. There was a roaring in his ears and he was fully immersed in his fantasy. Fuck he was close. Fantasy Ville had roughly stripped the shirt off his lover and was again stroking the fan’s cock, jeans pulled open and pushed down slightly. Ville was using his own lean hips to thrust sharply from behind, one hand tightly gripping the fan’s hipbone underneath the coarse denim while his other brought the fan closer to orgasm. Bam could hear the fan’s lust filled little grunts that were forced from his throat in time with Ville’s thrusts and strokes. He could hear that the fan was oh-so-close. Fantasy Ville leaned down and licked the fan’s exposed neck before running his mouth up along the fan’s jaw line to close around an unadorned earlobe. "God yes, Ville, yes," the fan groaned in a voice that sounded startlingly like Bam’s own. Ville responded, “Hold on Bam, I’m coming…”
Ville’s POV
They eventually made it back to Bam’s room only to find his minibar already emptied of liquor.
“This is the thanks I get?” Ville muttered good naturedly letting his black wool coat drop to the floor before turning and stripping his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” Bam asked in confusion.
“I’m showering of course,” Ville muttered in his deep baritone. “We’ve been drinking for, what?…like 2 1/2 days? I could use a shower,” Ville continued on into the bathroom.
“You don’t have a fucking shower in your room?” Ville heard Bam ask sleepily.
Ville stepped back out of the bathroom, pants partially undone. “Bam, I lost my key, like, a day ago, when you lost your shoe. You promised to help me look, remember? That’s why I’ve been fucking carrying you around.”
Bam looked at Ville in silence for a moment. Ville wondered if his friend had fallen asleep with his eyes open until he seemed to snap out of it. “Oh yeah, well then, help yourself,” Bam replied, waving his arms sleepily in front of him. Ville sighed.
Inside the bathroom, Ville let out a deep breath then inhaled and exhaled quickly several times. You’ve got to get a hold of yourself, he thought. Ville started the water and finished undressing, suddenly distracted at the state of his clothing. He was gonna need to get back into his room soon because there was no way he was putting that stuff back on. Ville stepped carefully under the now-steaming spray and let out a long sigh. Okay, now that feels good. Ville let his thoughts drift. He had arrived in London two and a half days ago delighted to see his friend, but expecting to get to work making the video for “And Love Said No.” Almost immediately Bam informed him that it wasn’t gonna happen. The rest of the band, set to come one day later, had been called. They were going to meet up in Philadelphia in four days time. Bam saw this as an opportunity for a four day drinking binge in London. Ville had agreed immediately. He couldn’t be around Bam when either of them were sober. Even now he could feel the panic rising in his throat as he started to sober up. This is a twisted country, Ville thought crankily to himself. He couldn’t believe that they couldn’t get a hold of something to drink but the bars were long closed and the stores had stopped selling and he and Bam had drunk every drop of alcohol they had. Ville grabbed the soap and began to lather a washcloth. It just seemed to Ville that Bam was …flirting. Bam always seemed to stand so close and to find reasons to touch him. Ville let the soap covered cloth slide across his warm flesh. This behavior of Bam’s, it scared the shit out of him because he didn’t know what it meant. And Ville was responding to it. He wanted to touch back but he had to be sure because, although he knew how much Bam loved him, how unconditional his friendship was, Ville was pretty sure that an unwarranted sexual advance on his part would fuck things up and, that, he couldn’t tolerate.
Ville thought about jerking off but finished his shower quickly and shut the water off. He was tired of thinking about this. He was feeling more sober by the moment. He needed to either drink or sleep and since there was nothing to drink right now, he wanted to get some rest. Tomorrow he’d talk to the desk staff and get back into his room and maybe try to spend the afternoon on his own. As Ville began to dry off, he heard something coming from the room. It sounded like a groan. He listened, worried that Bam was sick. Bam couldn’t drink like Ville who made a lifestyle out of it. Ville knew Bam was always trying to keep up with him, drinking whiskey because Ville did when he freely admitted that whiskey was a bad idea for him. Ville stood still, listening, but after a moment he decided it was in his imagination. He wrapped the towel around his lean hips and started looking for Bam’s toothbrush when he heard the noise again. This time he was pretty sure he heard Bam call his name. Here we go again, Ville thought grabbing the trash can from beside the toilet and heading out of the bathroom calling, “Hold on Bam, I’m coming…”
It took him about 2 seconds to realize how badly he had misjudged the situation. Bam was sprawled out on the bed, as he had expected. What he didn’t expect was Bam with his jeans open and shoved down past his hips, knees bent, legs spread, heels dug into the mattress, hips thrusting forward and his fully erect cock being stroked quickly in his hands. Ville’s once urgent voice died on his lips just as Bam’s eyes flew open and found Ville where he stood at the bathroom door. Ville’s body went numb and he couldn’t move to save his life.
“Fuck,” Bam exploded and scrambled to cover himself.
Bam’s POV
Fuck, Bam’s mind was momentarily blank as he came helplessly into his hand. There is no fucking way that Ville had witnessed him jacking off. Bam could feel sticky come on his hand and the edge of his jeans where they were splayed open but he was assured that he was somewhat covered by the blanket he had hastily pulled over his crotch. Bam’s eyes returned to Ville’s across the room. Ville was standing awkwardly in the door to the bathroom, clothed only in a towel and holding what looked like a trash can. The light from the bathroom backlit Ville and cast his face in shadow.
Bam quickly closed his eyes again. You think I’d be used to this kind of humiliation by now, he thought. He was such an impulsive little fuck that he was constantly finding himself in extremely embarrassing situations, but this was too much. Okay, he thought rapidly. He doesn’t know what I was fantasizing about, right? Guys jack off, that’s what they do. Plus, I’m wasted. That’s a good excuse. Bam summoned his considerable courage and opened his eyes again. Ville seemed to be frozen in the same position. Bam cleared his throat. “Dude, um, sorry you had to see that. I’m just…I’m fucking drunk…” Bam trailed off although, at this point, he felt anything but drunk. He needed to remember that extreme humiliation was excellent for sobering up.
Bam’s comments seemed to snap Ville out of his stupor though. He smiled tightly and started to approach the bed. Bam’s eyes widened and he involuntarily scrambled into a semi-prone sitting position against the headboard. Bam watched nervously as Ville continued to walk toward him, stopping only when he was standing right next to the bed looking down at a beet-red Bam.
Ville cleared his throat, “No, I’m sorry, I …I thought I heard you moan. I was worried that you were sick, we were drinking Jack...” Ville helplessly held the trashcan he was clutching in his right hand up in the air and let his explanation trail off, leaning over and setting it down next to the nightstand. Bam took a deep breath and began an attempt to brush the blunder off again but he was interrupted by Ville’s quiet statement, “You called my name.”
“Wha…” Bam’s voice broke and he took a breath and tried again, “What?” Fuck, he thought, Ville heard that? I said that out loud?
“You called my name,” Ville stated flatly and stared down at Bam, waiting, his eyes squinting slightly.
“No, dude, I…um.” Bam desperately tried to think of a plausible explanation. His mind was jelly.
“I heard you Bam, I was listening to see if you were sick.” Ville explained patiently. “You groaned, and you called ‘Ville.’” Ville waited patiently, his eyes intent on Bam’s face.
Bam felt riveted in place. Ville’s stare pinned him where he half lay, half sat on the bed. He knew Ville was expecting a response. He knew he could blow Ville off. He could get angry, yell fuck and shove Ville out of his way. That had worked well in the past in situations where he just hadn’t wanted to deal with whatever he was being confronted with. People were usually too intimidated to pursue the situation. He could make fun of Ville, tease him for thinking so highly of himself or imply that he was making it up because he wanted Bam himself. This kind of reaction left most people too embarrassed to continue. He knew these approaches would work because he used them a lot with the other people in his life. But with Ville, he couldn’t. He never got angry with Ville. There was something fragile about the singer that Bam felt compelled to handle with care. And he couldn’t make fun of him either. Their friendship was not based on that like so many of his others. It would feel like a betrayal. He’d always been honest with Ville. He’d always been candid and open and transparent, the only thing he’d held back was the level of intensity of his fascination with the singer. Bam remained silent, his wide blue eyes gazing up in fear at Ville.
“Bam, please answer me,” Ville quietly requested. He sounded calm but, even through the haze of fear clouding Bam’s brain, Bam could detect a hint of desperation in the gleam of Ville’s green gaze.
Bam closed his eyes and forced a swallow past the lump in his throat. Fuck it, he thought. He opened his eyes and met Ville’s, “Yeah,” he admitted gruffly. “I called your name.” Bam looked steadily up at Ville.
Ville didn’t move, just blinked. Bam held his breath. “Oh,” Ville said in a small voice. “Why?”
That’s a good question. Why did he call Ville’s name? This was something he’d avoided thinking about but in a split second, he knew the truth. He summoned up all his courage. “Ville…I…you’re sexy,” Bam admitted to Ville and to himself. He waited for Ville’s response, for any response but Ville just stared back at him wide eyed. Bam chickened out, “I mean, I was thinking about you and this chick…and it seemed sexy,” Bam mumbled then felt like a tool. “Dude, I’m just fucked up…” Bam trailed off. Well, that was certainly no lie.
Ville was silent a moment longer then cleared his throat. “You were thinking about me and some chick. What am I, like your own personal porn star? I hope she was something special at least.” Ville turned away and walked over to Bam’s suitcase. “I’m a little drunk myself, I probably won’t remember this in the morning. Or, I mean,” he shot Bam a quick look, “let’s hope not, right? If you give me a little warning next time, I’ll take a longer shower.” Ville turned and shot Bam a smirky smile. “Either that, darling, or I’ll skip washing my hair so I won’t miss the show.” Despite his frustration with his own cowardice, a warm glow started in Bam’s chest. “So,” Ville murmured as he turned toward Bam’s suitcase and let his towel drop balling it up and turning to throw it at Bam’s head, “I think you can use this, love.” He turned back to the suitcase. “Now, which of your clothes can I borrow until we can get another key to my room?” At the sight of Ville’s bare ass, Bam was unable to summon any kind of response. Ville started rifling through Bam’s clothes not waiting for permission and picked a pair of loose sweats and a white undershirt. He pulled them on quickly. Bam tried not to watch Ville bend over, tried not to catch a glimpse of the shadowy area between his legs as he stepped into the sweatpants, tried not to imagine running his hands over the sides of Ville’s ribs as he stretched to pull the shirt over his head.
Bam blinked as he was suddenly confronted, again, with Ville’s amused green eyes watching him. “Earth to Bam,” Ville snapped. “You gonna get cleaned off or you just gonna sleep coated in your own come?”
Bam felt his face go red and forced a grin. “Gross dude, I thought I was the disgusting one,” Bam replied. He swiped at his stomach with the towel and tossed it aside, pulling himself out of the bed and zipping his pants in one fluid movement. “My turn with the shower. I think there’s a spare blanket in the closet. That one might be a little sticky,” Bam called out rather sheepishly on his way to the bathroom. He didn’t question whether or not Ville would stay here with him in his bed. That was the status quo more nights than not, even when Ville could get into his own room. Granted, they usually shared a bed because that’s where they passed out but still, they’d done it enough times that it didn’t feel weird. Well it usually didn’t feel weird, but then, Bam usually didn’t jerk off in front of Ville. At that thought, much to his dismay, Bam felt his dick perk up a bit. He might have to go another round in the shower.
Bam stripped off his dirty and, now sticky, clothes and showered quickly. The warm water felt good but he didn’t want to linger. He’d indulged himself sensually too much this evening. That didn’t stop him from ruthlessly and rapidly bringing himself off again in the shower before he finished. He justified to himself that it was out of pure necessity. After all, he had to sleep in a bed next to Ville after this.
Bam exited the bathroom and found the bedroom dark. He moved soundlessly across the room and, through touch alone, found something to sleep in. He dressed as quietly as possible and moved to the bed. He assumed that Ville was asleep but as he located the unoccupied side of the bed and gently slid under the covers, he heard Ville sigh “Bam” and felt his friend shift in the bed to face him. Bam held his breath as Ville’s long arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him close. It was going to be a long night.
Ville’s POV
Ville watched Bam get up and hastily make his way into the bathroom. When the door closed he let out a shaky sigh. Fuck, where is my inhaler? He felt like he was going to have a fucking asthma attack. He could feel his chest getting tight. He’d tried to hold it together in front of Bam. He didn’t want to let on how upset he was. Upset and excited. He searched around in the pocket of his coat and found his medication, immediately putting it to his lips and pressing the top. Ville inhaled deeply and felt his chest begin to loosen. He exhaled and performed the operation again. Okay, what the fuck was that? He didn’t know what to think about what had just happened. Bam had all but admitted that he’d been jacking off thinking about Ville. And he’d called his name. He’d admitted that much. If he was turned on by thinking about some beautiful lady, why would he be calling Ville’s name? Ville put the inhaler back into his coat pocket and dropped his coat to the floor. He lit a cigarette and clamped it between his teeth while he tugged the blanket off the bed and moved to the closet to grab the spare, spreading it on the bed while thinking. He knew he wasn’t wrong. Bam wanted him. He had been having a wank, thinking about him. Ville finished spreading the blanket out and lay on the bed smoking silently while he made up his mind, then shut off the light and slid beneath the covers.
He was starting to drift when he heard the water shut off. A few moments later he heard Bam move quietly through the room. He could hear the rustle of Bam pulling some clothes on and finally felt him slide into bed.
Ville sighed his name and without allowing himself to over think it, turned over so he was facing Bam and reached out, wrapping his arms around his friend and pulling Bam against his body into a spooning embrace. Bam seemed startled at first but did not resist as he scooted closer into the circle of Ville’s arms. Ville settled Bam against him. When he was sure that Bam was relaxed in the pose, he began to stroke his hand lightly down Bam’s arm, then around over the side of his waist to brush across tight abs. He felt Bam’s stomach tighten in response but he remained silent. Ville slid his hand down and snagged it up under the hem of Bam’s t-shirt, pushing the shirt up and smoothing his hand over the warm skin of Bam’s stomach. Ville slowly and firmly ran his hand from navel to nipples a few times before dropping it lower and tracing the heart-a-gram tattoo on Bam’s abdomen that mirrored Ville’s own.
“Mmmm,” Bam released a shuddered breath. “Dude, what are you doing?”
Ville sighed, “I don’t know Bam... Does it matter? I mean, do you hate it? Does this feel bad?”
“No,” Bam admitted hesitantly, his voice low and breathy in the quiet room.
Ville continued stroking, allowing his fingers to slide beneath Bam’s waistband and scratch lightly into the thick of hair they found there. Ville closed his eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling Bam’s shower clean scent. He almost wished he’d stopped Bam from showering. He was familiar with Bam’s musky smell and he suddenly craved it. He moved the hand that was stroking to Bam’s neck and brushed aside his hair before replacing it with his mouth. Ville sucked lightly at Bam’s neck and slid his hand along a muscled hip and thigh. Ville stopped his exploration with his mouth for a moment to whisper, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Bam nearly growled.
Ville grasped Bam’s hipbone and pulled Bam tightly against his groin. He could feel his hard length press through their clothes against Bam’s ass. Ville slid his hand under Bam’s waistband and made contact with his hard dick, cuffing it lightly with his fist, “Do you want me to keep going?”
Bam’s needy whine went straight to Ville’s crotch. “Yes, yes,” he panted. “Ville, don’t stop.”
Ville let his hand close more firmly around Bam’s cock and began to stroke. Bam’s breath came out with a harsh pant and a keening sound seemed to be coming involuntarily from his throat. Ville buried his face in the hair at the back of Bam’s neck and felt a surge of warmth as he finally caught Bam’s scent. “Voi hyvä jumala!*” Ville heard himself murmur. When had his English abandoned him? At his words, Bam jerked his hips forward and began to thrust in time with Ville’s strokes. Ville could feel Bam’s ass brushing rhythmically against his own dick and the friction, while delicious, was not quite enough. Ville tolerated it as long as he could before moving his hand to Bam’s hip again and roughly shifting him onto his back so that he was facing Ville.
Ville stared down at his friend, his breath coming out in harsh gasps. Bam looked up at Ville with a combination of wide-eyed fear and glazed over passion. Ville brought his hand to Bam’s cheek and let the back of his knuckles graze the taunt skin that stretched across Bam’s cheekbone. He leaned down and closed his mouth over one of Bam’s earlobes and involuntarily thrust his hips against Bam’s thigh before pulling back to look into his eyes again. Bam’s breath hitched.
“Fuck, Bam, do you want this?” Ville couldn’t stop himself from asking. It would kill him if he had to stop now but he had to be sure.
“Ville,” Bam’s reply came out in a whisper. “I absolutely want this.” Bam reached up and slid his hand into Ville’s hair pulling his head down and locking his mouth onto Ville’s own. Fire scorched down Ville’s spine at the touch and he let one leg slide over Bam’s so that he was half lying on top of his friend, holding up his weight on one elbow and forearm. He immediately opened his mouth and felt Bam’s warm smooth invasion. Ville desperately sucked on Bam's tongue. When it was withdrawn, he moved to bite Bam’s full lower lip and was rewarded with a helpless thrust of Bam’s hips.
Ville felt Bam's hand slide down and anchor on the back of his neck. The other gripped his bicep. Ville let out a harsh breath and attacked Bam with his mouth, desperately devouring. He found himself gasping for breath but he couldn’t stop his assault on Bam’s mouth. Bam’s hands moved to Ville’s shoulder and he pushed lightly. Ville ignored him until the pressure increased and Ville was pushed away forcefully. Surprised green eyes met blue ones sizing him up.
“You okay? You need your inhaler?” Bam asked, breathless.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” Ville continued to pant roughly but attempted to lean in for another assault.
Bam gripped Ville’s biceps and pushed, leveraging his weight to flip Ville over so that he was on his back with Bam suddenly on top. Ville closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply, enjoying the solid weight of his friend pressing against the full length of his body. When he opened them, he caught a sly smile on Bam’s face as he leaned in to mouth Ville’s neck. Ville arched at the contact, giving Bam full access to the sensitive flesh. Bam reached down and pulled at the hem of Ville’s shirt. “Fuck, Ville, get this off!” Bam leaned back and pulled Ville into a sitting position.
Ville grabbed his shirt and whipped it over his head, tossing it aside before grabbing Bam’s hips and pulling him onto his lap. Bam straddled him readily. Ville slid his hands around and cupped Bam’s ass, settling him more closely against his hard cock, becoming even more aroused as Bam groaned at the contact. Ville pulled Bam’s shirt off as well then leaned in to press their naked chests together, wrapping his long arms around Bam’s back and running one hand into his hair. “Bam Bam,” Ville breathed.
“What,” Bam groaned, pulling back so he could cup his hands around Ville’s jaw and lean in for another kiss.
Ville panted again as Bam sucked on his lower lip. “Mmmm, wait.” Ville pushed lightly on Bam’s chest before giving in and letting his fingers move to Bam’s nipples. He let Bam kiss him for several minutes until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Bam, wait!” Ville said more forcefully this time.
“What?” Bam asked halfheartedly while moving again to Ville’s neck.
“Have you ever done this before?” Ville asked.
“Yes Willa, I have had sex before. I think you may have even been in the room while I was doing it…once or twice.” Bam seemed to consider this for a moment, pulling back and looking at Ville with a grin. “At least for some of it.” Bam’s attention seemed to wander to the tattoo around Ville’s left nipple. He reached out stroking across the nipple with his thumb.
“No, Bam, I’m talking about sex with a guy,” Ville forced himself to continue, shuddering at the sensation of Bam’s nail raking across his sensitive nipple.
Bam stopped and peered at Ville, Ville’s question seeming to finally break through Bam’s haze of passion. “Mmm mmm,” Bam shook his head in a negative. ”You?” Bam asked, suddenly seeming much younger than his 24 years.
“No,” Ville answered. He stared hard into his friend’s eyes, wondering where this was going to lead and how far he would be allowed to push it. “What do you want here, Bam?” Ville finally forced himself to ask.
Bam blinked. “I don’t know, Ville,” Bam answered with apparent sincerity. “But I don’t want to stop yet.” Bam ground his hips against Ville’s seductively and Ville couldn’t help but respond with a thrust of his own.
When Ville felt Bam’s attention return to his nipple, he placed his hands flat on Bam’s chest and pushed. Bam let himself fall back onto the bed, his legs still wrapped around Ville’s narrow waist. Ville surveyed the feast spread out before him and ran his hands from the waistband of Bam’s pants up to his shoulder and back, hooking long fingers into the top of Bam’s sweatpants and pulling them off as he crawled backward on the bed, extricating himself from underneath his friend. Ville was delighted to discover that Bam was going commando as his hard cock sprang free and pointed right at Ville, defying gravity. Ville pulled the pants all the way off, discarding them quickly before moving to hover over Bam’s erection. “Lovely,” Ville murmured, grasping Bam’s dick firmly and guiding the weeping head into his mouth. Ville could taste the pre-come dripping from the slit in the tip of Bam’s penis. It tasted salty and good. Ville allowed his tongue to fully explore the head of Bam’s cock before moving on. It was warm and smooth and filled Ville’s mouth in a pleasant way. Ville pushed further down Bam’s shaft until the tip was pressing against the back of his throat. He began to bob his head letting Bam’s cock slide in and out of his mouth then reached to grasp the shaft at the base of Bam’s dick and slid his hand up and down in time with his mouth. He pushed a little further only backing off when he felt himself start to gag. He held onto Bam’s hip with his free hand and could feel Bam shaking beneath him, holding back a thrust. Ville let Bam’s cock slide out of his mouth again.
“Feels good, does it?” Ville asked.
“God,” Bam gasped. “It feels so good. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Bam asked, his voice almost a growl, his hands finding Ville’s hair, involuntarily urging Ville’s mouth back onto his cock. Ville resisted.
“I never said I haven’t done this.” Ville looked up Bam’s body and tried to meet his eyes. “I’ve given head.” Ville’s admission was met with silence. He pulled back a bit further so he could look at Bam but his eyes were closed. “Bam?” Ville crawled up Bam's body until he straddled his waist, his ass pressing back on Bam’s hard-on through his sweat pants. Ville peered at his friend. Bam kept his eyes closed and turned his head slightly away. “Hey man, is that okay?” Ville was suddenly confused. Bam seemed upset and, instinctively, Ville rushed to explain. “Bam, It’s been a long time. It was when I was like 15. I was really drunk. It was at a party and it was kind of a dare, like a party game. Since then it’s only been with my microphone. I swear. Well, except this one time after a gig when I was hanging out with Mige on the bus and he had this dildo…” Bam’s eyes flew to Ville’s. Ville let a teasing grin crack his face.
Bam reached up and gave Ville a halfhearted slug. “You’re joking,” he stated the obvious.
Ville placed hands on the bed on either side of Bam’s shoulders and leaned down, “Yes, I’m joking. But not about giving head when I was 15 and I’m pretty sure you’ve witnessed the microphone thing.” Ville watched as a grin returned to his friend’s face and Bam met his eyes. Ville couldn’t look away from the beauty before him. How had he never noticed this? Bam beamed with an inner glow. It seeped from his pores and lit the room. Ville eventually leaned down, almost without being aware of it himself, and let his lips connect with Bam’s again. “I wanna fuck you,” he whispered against Bam’s lips.
“What?”
Ville broke the kiss and leaned in further, his lips right up against Bam’s ear. He told himself that he was being sexy but, really, he was terrified of Bam’s reaction to what he had said. He just hoped he wouldn’t get hit. “I wanna fuck you,” Ville breathed, letting his tongue dart out and curve around inside the shell of Bam’s ear.
“Dude,” Bam’s voice broke. He cleared his throat and tried again, letting his hands wander up the sides of Ville’s ribs, “Honestly,“ he moved one hand to Ville’s chin bringing his head up again so Ville was forced to meet his eyes. “Honestly, I…I’m a little scared.”
Ville let his breath whistle out through his lips in a surprised puff. Bam scared? It must have been hard for him to admit that. Ville suddenly felt honored and strangely tender toward his friend. He pushed up so his locked arms held him above Bam and he could look down at him more fully. “We don’t have to. There are a lot of things we can do.” Ville reached out and stroked his friend’s face for a second time this evening, sliding his thumb into Bam’s mouth and pushing back slightly so his bottom pressed against Bam’s hard-on. Ville felt Bam shudder beneath him as he let out a breath.
“Convince me,” Ville heard Bam groan.
“Bam,” Ville started to respond hesitantly.
“Fucking convince me, Willa.” Bam growled before pulling Ville’s mouth to his own once again. Ville heard a sharp little whine escape his own lips and he knew he was gone. He untangled his limbs so he was once again lying at Bam’s side, half covering him. Ville reached down and desperately pushed his own sleep pants over his hips and past his bare ass before kicking them the rest of the way off. Ville groaned as his erect cock slid along-side Bam’s. Bam bucked at the contact. Ville slid his knee between Bam’s and pried his legs apart. Bam resisted for a moment as Ville gazed down at him, then spread his legs wantonly as he gasped for breath. Ville positioned himself neatly in the cradle of Bam’s hips and began gently thrusting with a steady rhythm. Each thrust forced their cocks together deliciously. Bam gazed up at him with liquid blue eyes. Ville met the gaze and did not break it as he continued to thrust, keeping it gentle, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to fuck Bam into the mattress.
“I need some lubrication,” Ville murmured, almost afraid to break the spell with such a practical consideration.
“There’s stuff in my bag in the bathroom,” Bam responded immediately. Ville reluctantly got up and went to retrieve lube and a condom from Bam’s overnight bag.
When he returned to the room he crossed over and switched on the bedside light again. “This okay?” he asked as Bam squinted up at him. “I want to see you.”
“Ville, seriously dude, you’re scaring the shit out of me and yet I’ve never been so excited in my life. Get the fuck back over here now.” Bam leaned up on one elbow but remained sprawled out on the bed, legs spread for Ville.
Ville crawled back across the bed and pressed his naked body along side Bam’s. He leaned down to kiss Bam again while his fingers found Bam’s cock and began to stroke. Bam moaned deep and low. Ville dragged his mouth away and began to nip at the tender skin of Bam’s neck. “Bam?” Ville murmured in his deep baritone.
“Mmmm?” Bam responded.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good Bam Bam,” Ville licked the skin on Bam’s neck and began to stroke his cock more quickly. Bam shut his eyes and moaned again. “I’m gonna slowly stretch your tight hot hole.” Ville sucked at the skin of Bam’s neck and kissed across his jaw before taking Bam’s mouth in another deep kiss. “I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you’re begging, Bam, begging for me to fill you with my cock.” Bam’s breathing became rapid and shallow and strained. “You’re gonna spread so wide for me.” Bam began to thrust with Ville’s strokes.
“Then do it!” Bam demanded reaching out to grasp Ville’s wrist.
Ville met Bam’s eyes and, never breaking contact, slid down Bam’s body, kneeling between his legs and took Bam’s cock in his mouth again. Bam let out a gasp as his jaw dropped open and his body arched off the bed. Ville held Bam’s hips down with both hands to the mattress for a moment, then blindly searched with his left hand for the lube, flipping the lid open with his thumb. He let Bam’s cock slide out of his mouth, smiling as he raised himself up onto his knees between Bam’s legs. He held Bam’s gaze again as he slowly and sensually spread lube onto the fingers of his right hand. He thumbed the cap to the lube closed again and placed it carefully within reach at his side, then leaned down and began to place kisses along the tattoo on Bam’s abdomen. At the same time, he allowed his right hand to travel to Bam’s anus where he carefully pressed with his index finger coated in the slippery lube. Bam resisted slightly. Ville pushed and heard a slight hiss from his friend.
“Have you done this with women, Bam?” Ville asked.
“I was with one chick who was into it,” Bam answered between clenched teeth.
“Okay, well, I have done it a lot.” Ville glanced up and met Bam’s eyes. “With women,” he specified. "So let me help you out here. Relax, don’t resist.” Ville murmured, his voice dropping into the lower registers. “When I push in, you push out rather than clenching up.” Ville glanced up at his friend and gave a long lick to the head of his dick. Bam bucked then panted.
“Push out?” He questioned.
“It’ll open you up,” Ville growled.” Trust me.”
“I do,” Bam breathed.
Ville pushed in again and this time, Bam released the tight ring of muscle and Ville was able to slide his index finger in more easily.
“Good,” Ville sighed and, again, engulfed Bam’s cock with his mouth. Ville continued working his index finger in and out of Bam’s tight hole, all the while bobbing up and down with his mouth on Bam’s cock. Bam squirmed on the bed swearing softly and uttering disjointed words of encouragement alternately to Ville and then to God. Ville felt Bam spread his legs more fully and sighed around Bam’s cock. He pulled out and eased a second finger into Bam’s ass. Bam responded by bending his knees slightly and digging his heals into the bed. Bam arched up into Ville’s mouth. It was all Ville could do not to reach down and bring himself off to a rapid orgasm, he was so turned on. Ville pulled out and felt for the lube. He coated his fingers again and entered Bam with a third finger. Bam hissed and Ville quickly glanced at his face. “You okay?” He asked.
“Hurts a little,” Bam whispered. He seemed to be holding his breath. Ville kept his fingers where they were, thrusting gently with a slight pulsing motion.
“Take a breath,” he urged Bam. “Keep breathing. Accept it, don’t fight it.” He immediately felt Bam relax and once again, he seemed to loosen up slightly around Ville. Ville switched to two fingers and searched inside.
“What are you…Holy shit!” Bam suddenly bucked uncontrollably under Ville’s hands.
Ville let a beatific smile split his face. “So that’s true… cool.”
“What the fuck was that?” Bam panted.
Ville did it again, causing another violent reaction from Bam before answering. “Your…what the fuck is it called in English? Your g-spot.” Ville seemed to consider this for a moment, absently stroking Bam with his fingers.
“Fuuuuck, Ville. God, you’re going to kill me,” Bam groaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Your prostate. That’s what it’s called. You clearly aren’t watching as much pornography as I am,” Ville teased.
“Maybe I’m just not watching the same pornography that you are,” Bam reasoned breathlessly.
Ville slowly eased his fingers out of Bam and cupped his hip, leaning up to kiss him once again before pulling back and asking, “You ready for me, Bam?”
“Yeah!” Bam answered without hesitation.
Ville, once again, kneeled between Bam’s legs, this time reaching for the condom. Bam didn’t move to help as Ville opened it with his teeth. Bam lay languidly on the bed, spread out like a buffet unashamedly before his friend. Ville pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it onto his hard leaking cock. He reached for the lube again and poured some into his palm. He met Bam’s interested gaze and made a show of stroking his own latex covered cock, coating it thoroughly in lube, thrusting slightly, resting on his heels. He moved his hands one last time to Bam’s anus to make sure he was adequately covered in lube, knowing from experience that an ample supply would definitely ease the process. Satisfied that Bam was adequately prepared and ready, Ville reached out and slid his hands down the insides Bam’s legs from groin to knee, wrapping long fingers around and under and pulling Bam’s legs apart, pushing his knees toward his shoulders. He met Bam’s eyes as he leaned in and placed the tip of his engorged penis at Bam’s entrance. After only the slightest hesitation, he pushed. Bam’s tight anal muscle resisted momentarily but before Ville could say anything he felt Bam open and he was allowed into that tight spot.
“God,” Ville let out and his eyes clenched shut. “Oh, fuck, Bam, you feel so fucking good.” Ville was lost in the feeling of being buried inside Bam’s ass. “God, it’s so tight and hot. Fuck, I feel like I could come right now.”
“Ville,” Bam barked. Ville knew he should open his eyes and look at Bam but he couldn’t, it’d be all over if he did.
“Just wait, Bam. Oh God, just wait a minute.” Ville held still until the feeling passed and he was able to open his eyes and gaze with wonder at Bam. “Darling, what is it, are you okay?” Ville was finally able to ask.
“Move, Ville, fucking move,” Bam ordered. “I want…I need you to fuck me.” The look in Bam’s eyes was wild and the urgency in his voice made Ville clench his eyes shut and hold very still, once again, to keep from coming.
Ville felt the wave pass and was able to open his eyes and look at Bam again. God, he’d never seen anything so sexy. Bam’s face was flushed. The hair around his forehead was damp with sweat causing the brown hair to curl more tightly. He’d never seen his friend’s eyes so blue and they had a glazed but sharp look that Ville wanted to memorize. Bam’s lips were red and slightly swollen. Ville wanted to consume him with his mouth. He wanted to grab his hips and squeeze him until he bruised, pound into him, hold him down until he cried to be let go. He wanted to cradle him in his arms and shield him, cup his body around Bam’s until the whole world faded away. Ville was shocked by the intensity of his own emotions but he refused to shy away from it. He knew instinctively that he needed to honor it.
Ville summoned his courage and met Bam’s gaze, letting his feelings shine from his green eyes, letting the tender intensity show on his face. He saw Bam’s eyes widen in response a split second before he eased himself deeper into his friend.
Ville pushed slowly allowing Bam a chance to accommodate him until he was fully sheathed, his slender hips pressed fully against Bam’s ass and the backs of his thighs. He carefully watched the expression on Bam’s face, looking for pain or discomfort but all he could see was lust so he eased out and thrust again. Bam took his full length easily. Ville had never been so turned on. He felt himself shaking as he forced himself to go more slowly than his body demanded. He felt compelled to check in with Bam again, he needed the reassurance that he wasn’t hurting him, that Bam wanted this as much as he did.
Bam, again, assured him forcefully that this was good, “So fucking good, Ville, don’t stop.” Bam slid his hands down Ville’s back and cupped his buttocks, urging him to thrust more quickly.
At that, Ville let go. He lowered his head to the crook of Bam’s neck and breathed in that musky scent he’d been searching for earlier. It was intoxicating. Ville let his instincts take over and thrust into Bam, over and over. Bam kept his hands on Ville’s ass, urging each thrust, harder and faster. Ville knew it wouldn’t last at this pace but he couldn’t slow it down at this point. It was too much. He pulled his arms up so that his elbows rested just above Bam’s shoulders pressing his cheek along side Bam’s. He arched his wiry body and spread his knees slightly, using the leverage to ram his slim hips into Bam’s ass with a speed and depth that surprised even him. In the back of his mind he felt he should stop, should apologize to his friend, he must be hurting him but Bam’s noises contained only encouragement and his body moved just as furiously in concert with Ville’s, urging him to an even more frenzied pace.
When he knew he wouldn’t last, he pulled back to look at Bam’s face. Bam’s eyes were shut and his head was turned to the side, his face held a grimace of passion. “Bam,” Ville moaned. “Bam, I wanna come.”
“Do it,” Bam immediately responded and looked up into Ville’s face. Ville clamped his mouth down over Bam’s let it go. His thrusts lost their rhythm and depth as he shuddered out his orgasm, his whole body tight and shaking. Bam bucked beneath him and Ville felt his hot come spurting between their sweat slickened bodies.
Ville collapsed onto his friend and breathed, trying to catch his breath. He felt he must be heavy and curled slightly to try to take some of the weight off Bam. He felt Bam shift beneath him and they settled wordlessly on their sides with Ville still cradled between Bam’s thighs. “Oh, my God,” Ville breathed, letting his hand stroke up and down the sides of Bam’s body. “Bam, that was fucking amazing.” Ville looked at Bam with wonder and leaned in for a deep kiss before pulling back and smiling.
Bam beamed back at him. “It was.”
“No, Bam, I’ve never felt anything like it…I…you turned me fucking inside out. That’s the only way I can describe it. You’ve robbed me of any further eloquence I may have once possessed.”
Bam just smiled and snuggled closer. After several minutes they naturally separated and wordlessly assessed the damage. Ville removed the condom from his spent member, knotting it and dropping it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. Bam rolled onto his back and stretched, feeling for the soreness he knew would be an issue tomorrow. Ville ran his hand up his chest and grimaced at the congealing mess he found there. He reached for the bed sheet and used it to wipe the majority of the mess away. He looked over at Bam and found him grinning at him like a fool. The grin was infectious and Ville smiled back. “What?”
“I think we might need another shower,” Bam drawled out of the side of his mouth around the grin that lit up his eyes, watching Ville, measuring his reaction.
“A shower…absolutely,” Ville consented although he thought wistfully of the smell of sweat and spunk that Bam currently sported. Maybe he could convince him to forgo the soap. He looked around him at the bed, now that could use some cleaning, he thought. “Do you think it’s too early to get the front desk to give me another key to my room?” Ville asked hopefully. “I have clean sheets.”
“Absolutely not, we’re famous. They expect us to need things in the middle of the night, or …in the early morning hours as the case may be,” Bam replied. “First things first, shower.” He looked back again at Ville, his grin becoming knowing. “Clean sheets, huh? Oh, well, not sure they’ll be clean for long,” he predicted as he got up from the bed.
Ville sighed his agreement and watched his friend’s ass as he followed him to the bathroom, Who needs clean sheets anyway?
fin
And...as promised, for anyone who might not be familiar with the pairing, some hotness:
Ville and Bam's matching tattoos:
Ville
and Bam
This is a pic from one of the two videos they made (at the time this fic was set)- Ville from the making of "And Love Said No"
This is the YouTube video that I got the dialogue from:
And this is the microphone fanvid that I couldn't help referencing (warning, it''s naughty but go ahead and watch it to the very end, really):
And lastly, some real-life VAM:
And Love Said No
Solitary Man
Title: My Heaven Tonight
Author: Bluespire
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in 2004 at the time of the making of the “And Love Said No” and “Solitary Man” videos. Ville and Bam have four days to kill in London…
Disclaimer: No harm or offense meant to any of the characters represented within this work of fiction.
Warnings: Explicit sex between two men, please don’t read if you are not old enough or don’t like that sort of thing.
Author’s Notes: The dialog at the start is meant to be a transcription of (:34 to :54) from this vid. If I have some of it wrong, I apologize. This was my best guess. Special thanks to my beta quicklime who, despite not being into VAM, in the midst of the Christmas season and with a bad cold, read this and gave great feedback. I'll post the video link again and some images after the fic for anyone who is confused, curious or just wants to enjoy them.
*voi hyvä jumala! is a Finnish interjection meaning “God!” or “Oh God!” (Or at least it is meant to be within this story. :) )
This story was written for twirl_away during the Vamidays Christmas Story Swap. (You can find original comments in that post).
Happy Holidays twirl_away!
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My Heaven Tonight
Bam’s POV
“Yo, Bam Bam.” Giggle. “What the fuck are you doing?” Ville Valo asked, approaching his very drunk friend, Bam Margera, who was currently sprawled across the floor in the hall of their posh London hotel.
“Yo, Look at my Andy McCoy belt that I got,” Bam replied. Bam thrust his hips up into the air displaying the belt in question. Ville hesitated, then forged on.
“That’s beautiful, I’m so psyched of it but…” As Ville bent down, Bam let his raised knees fall away from Ville and pulled his shirt up, bearing his tight stomach. Ville paused only a moment before grasping Bam’s hand and attempting to pull him from the floor.
“Look how fucking awesome it is though, it’s totally fucking, Andy McCoy.” He looked at Ville’s face with a little more awareness than he originally appeared capable of. No, Ville definitely wasn’t noticing. Bam refused to take the hint to get up.
“I’m not really interested in your fucking belt, I’m interested in the booze in your fucking minibar,” Ville slurred and kept a hold of Bam’s hand. Bam felt a bloom of hurt in his chest but didn’t pull his hand away. He didn’t get up either. Joe, who was hovering to Ville’s left filming the entire interaction, clicked his camera off and let it drop.
“Yeah, I’m gonna let you guys get some rest, you need it.” He shook his head slowly and shuffled off to his own room.
Ville looked at Bam and they both broke into an uncontrolled giggle. Ville collapsed onto the floor, sprawling across Bam, weak with laughter. Bam let himself settle under the comfortable weight of his friend. “Now who’s gonna fucking help us to the room?” Ville asked before breaking into another round of laughter. They eventually made it back to Bam’s room only to find his minibar already emptied of liquor.
“This is the thanks I get?” Ville muttered good naturedly letting his long black wool coat drop to the floor before turning and stripping his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” Bam asked in confusion.
“I’m showering of course,” Ville muttered in his deep baritone. “We’ve been drinking for, what?…like 2 1/2 days? I could use a shower.” Ville continued on into the bathroom.
“You don’t have a fucking shower in your room?” Bam asked sleepily, laying back on his bed, covering his eyes with the back of his arm rather than bothering to lean over and shut the light off.
Ville stepped back out of the bathroom, pants partially undone and pulled open across his abdomen. “Bam, I lost my key, like, a day ago, when you lost your shoe. You promised to help me look, remember? That’s why I’ve been fucking carrying you around everywhere.”
Bam peeked sleepily from behind his arm and felt a jolt of energy travel through his body, suddenly tense at the sight of his friend’s semi-nakedness. He couldn’t stop his impulse to let his eyes flick over Ville’s form and linger on the heart-a-gram tattoo low on his abdomen, so similar to his own but somehow so much sexier on Ville. Bam had seen Ville’s version of the tattoo a thousand times in pictures but rarely saw it in the flesh. He forced his eyes away after only a few seconds, knowing that was all his system could tolerate, and held still, tightening his stomach muscles. He took a slow controlled breath before attempting to respond in a way that sounded nonchalant. “Oh yeah, well then, help yourself,” Bam waved his hand in the air and hoped it looked gracious and natural before returning his arm to his eyes. He heard Ville shuffle back into the bathroom. A moment later the water came on. When he felt pretty sure that Ville was in the shower he let out the breath that he had been holding and let his hand drop. Oh. My. God. This is gonna kill me, he thought, I’m gonna fucking die.
Bam took a series of deep breaths while his heart rate settled back into something approaching normal. He wished he wasn’t so fucking drunk. He listened to the shower. The water sound was soothing…and he was so tired. Bam tried to let himself drift off. He’d been having a strange but comforting re-occurring dream the past few weeks involving rain and tattoos and pink plastic palm trees that he’d like to return to but, despite the massive quantities of alcohol he’d consumed, he couldn’t seem to shut his mind off, he was too keyed up. What was he even doing here? Against his better judgment and without stopping to examine his motives too closely, he’d moved heaven and earth, re-arranging the entire production schedule of a music video so that he could spend 4 days alone in London, well practically alone since Joe was around, with Ville. Without the rest of HIM, Bam and Ville had a way of closing in and leaving everyone else out. Except for the constant presence of the video camera, it was like Joe Frantz wasn’t even there. Bam didn’t want to think about his thing for Ville. He just wanted MORE of him but he was too scared to figure out what that “more” might mean.
Bam lay helplessly on the bed for a few more minutes wishing he could sleep before giving in to a sure sleep inducer he’d been using since adolescence. He let his hand slide down his stomach into his jeans. He undid his button and eased down his zipper, freeing his dick, and began to stroke himself slowly taking deep breaths and trying to let his brain relax. He let his thoughts range and found himself settling, as he did quite frequently, on the tall dark singer who was currently wet and naked and most likely covered in slippery suds just a few feet away from where he lay on the bed.
Bam quickly adjusted his thoughts to something that he thought was more “appropriate,” he imagined Ville hooking with up with a particularly hot fan that he’d noticed the last time he’d seen the band play. He imagined Ville advancing on the girl, until he had her backed up against the wall, his height dwarfing her. He tried to imagine her brown eyes looking up at him with lust but they kept switching to a bright blue. He just went with it and began to stroke more quickly, holding firmly enough to slide the thin sensitive layer of skin along the inner muscle of his shaft.
Bam felt his heart quicken. His breathing deepened and his exhales began to take on a raspy, shuddering quality. His fantasy became more fluid and he started to lose control of it. He couldn’t maintain an image of the fan but he was beyond caring. Her build became more masculine. The long dark hair that he had imagined shortened and curled, becoming a nice brown. Fantasy Ville seemed pleased with the change in his fantasy lover and smiled a dark lust filled smile that slowly consumed his face. Ville roughly grabbed the fan’s shoulders and turned him to face the wall, reaching around and undoing the button on his jeans at the same time. Bam groaned as he imagined Ville sliding the fan’s zipper down, easing one hand inside to stroke his swollen cock and sliding the other hand up the fan’s hard stomach pulling a well worn HIM t-shirt up along with his caress.
Bam continued stroking his erection, a warm wave of sensation sparked low in his abdomen and quickly blossomed, spreading throughout his chest causing his breath to hitch. He let his hand come up over the head of his cock and back down the shaft once more. There was a roaring in his ears and he was fully immersed in his fantasy. Fuck he was close. Fantasy Ville had roughly stripped the shirt off his lover and was again stroking the fan’s cock, jeans pulled open and pushed down slightly. Ville was using his own lean hips to thrust sharply from behind, one hand tightly gripping the fan’s hipbone underneath the coarse denim while his other brought the fan closer to orgasm. Bam could hear the fan’s lust filled little grunts that were forced from his throat in time with Ville’s thrusts and strokes. He could hear that the fan was oh-so-close. Fantasy Ville leaned down and licked the fan’s exposed neck before running his mouth up along the fan’s jaw line to close around an unadorned earlobe. "God yes, Ville, yes," the fan groaned in a voice that sounded startlingly like Bam’s own. Ville responded, “Hold on Bam, I’m coming…”
Ville’s POV
They eventually made it back to Bam’s room only to find his minibar already emptied of liquor.
“This is the thanks I get?” Ville muttered good naturedly letting his black wool coat drop to the floor before turning and stripping his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” Bam asked in confusion.
“I’m showering of course,” Ville muttered in his deep baritone. “We’ve been drinking for, what?…like 2 1/2 days? I could use a shower,” Ville continued on into the bathroom.
“You don’t have a fucking shower in your room?” Ville heard Bam ask sleepily.
Ville stepped back out of the bathroom, pants partially undone. “Bam, I lost my key, like, a day ago, when you lost your shoe. You promised to help me look, remember? That’s why I’ve been fucking carrying you around.”
Bam looked at Ville in silence for a moment. Ville wondered if his friend had fallen asleep with his eyes open until he seemed to snap out of it. “Oh yeah, well then, help yourself,” Bam replied, waving his arms sleepily in front of him. Ville sighed.
Inside the bathroom, Ville let out a deep breath then inhaled and exhaled quickly several times. You’ve got to get a hold of yourself, he thought. Ville started the water and finished undressing, suddenly distracted at the state of his clothing. He was gonna need to get back into his room soon because there was no way he was putting that stuff back on. Ville stepped carefully under the now-steaming spray and let out a long sigh. Okay, now that feels good. Ville let his thoughts drift. He had arrived in London two and a half days ago delighted to see his friend, but expecting to get to work making the video for “And Love Said No.” Almost immediately Bam informed him that it wasn’t gonna happen. The rest of the band, set to come one day later, had been called. They were going to meet up in Philadelphia in four days time. Bam saw this as an opportunity for a four day drinking binge in London. Ville had agreed immediately. He couldn’t be around Bam when either of them were sober. Even now he could feel the panic rising in his throat as he started to sober up. This is a twisted country, Ville thought crankily to himself. He couldn’t believe that they couldn’t get a hold of something to drink but the bars were long closed and the stores had stopped selling and he and Bam had drunk every drop of alcohol they had. Ville grabbed the soap and began to lather a washcloth. It just seemed to Ville that Bam was …flirting. Bam always seemed to stand so close and to find reasons to touch him. Ville let the soap covered cloth slide across his warm flesh. This behavior of Bam’s, it scared the shit out of him because he didn’t know what it meant. And Ville was responding to it. He wanted to touch back but he had to be sure because, although he knew how much Bam loved him, how unconditional his friendship was, Ville was pretty sure that an unwarranted sexual advance on his part would fuck things up and, that, he couldn’t tolerate.
Ville thought about jerking off but finished his shower quickly and shut the water off. He was tired of thinking about this. He was feeling more sober by the moment. He needed to either drink or sleep and since there was nothing to drink right now, he wanted to get some rest. Tomorrow he’d talk to the desk staff and get back into his room and maybe try to spend the afternoon on his own. As Ville began to dry off, he heard something coming from the room. It sounded like a groan. He listened, worried that Bam was sick. Bam couldn’t drink like Ville who made a lifestyle out of it. Ville knew Bam was always trying to keep up with him, drinking whiskey because Ville did when he freely admitted that whiskey was a bad idea for him. Ville stood still, listening, but after a moment he decided it was in his imagination. He wrapped the towel around his lean hips and started looking for Bam’s toothbrush when he heard the noise again. This time he was pretty sure he heard Bam call his name. Here we go again, Ville thought grabbing the trash can from beside the toilet and heading out of the bathroom calling, “Hold on Bam, I’m coming…”
It took him about 2 seconds to realize how badly he had misjudged the situation. Bam was sprawled out on the bed, as he had expected. What he didn’t expect was Bam with his jeans open and shoved down past his hips, knees bent, legs spread, heels dug into the mattress, hips thrusting forward and his fully erect cock being stroked quickly in his hands. Ville’s once urgent voice died on his lips just as Bam’s eyes flew open and found Ville where he stood at the bathroom door. Ville’s body went numb and he couldn’t move to save his life.
“Fuck,” Bam exploded and scrambled to cover himself.
Bam’s POV
Fuck, Bam’s mind was momentarily blank as he came helplessly into his hand. There is no fucking way that Ville had witnessed him jacking off. Bam could feel sticky come on his hand and the edge of his jeans where they were splayed open but he was assured that he was somewhat covered by the blanket he had hastily pulled over his crotch. Bam’s eyes returned to Ville’s across the room. Ville was standing awkwardly in the door to the bathroom, clothed only in a towel and holding what looked like a trash can. The light from the bathroom backlit Ville and cast his face in shadow.
Bam quickly closed his eyes again. You think I’d be used to this kind of humiliation by now, he thought. He was such an impulsive little fuck that he was constantly finding himself in extremely embarrassing situations, but this was too much. Okay, he thought rapidly. He doesn’t know what I was fantasizing about, right? Guys jack off, that’s what they do. Plus, I’m wasted. That’s a good excuse. Bam summoned his considerable courage and opened his eyes again. Ville seemed to be frozen in the same position. Bam cleared his throat. “Dude, um, sorry you had to see that. I’m just…I’m fucking drunk…” Bam trailed off although, at this point, he felt anything but drunk. He needed to remember that extreme humiliation was excellent for sobering up.
Bam’s comments seemed to snap Ville out of his stupor though. He smiled tightly and started to approach the bed. Bam’s eyes widened and he involuntarily scrambled into a semi-prone sitting position against the headboard. Bam watched nervously as Ville continued to walk toward him, stopping only when he was standing right next to the bed looking down at a beet-red Bam.
Ville cleared his throat, “No, I’m sorry, I …I thought I heard you moan. I was worried that you were sick, we were drinking Jack...” Ville helplessly held the trashcan he was clutching in his right hand up in the air and let his explanation trail off, leaning over and setting it down next to the nightstand. Bam took a deep breath and began an attempt to brush the blunder off again but he was interrupted by Ville’s quiet statement, “You called my name.”
“Wha…” Bam’s voice broke and he took a breath and tried again, “What?” Fuck, he thought, Ville heard that? I said that out loud?
“You called my name,” Ville stated flatly and stared down at Bam, waiting, his eyes squinting slightly.
“No, dude, I…um.” Bam desperately tried to think of a plausible explanation. His mind was jelly.
“I heard you Bam, I was listening to see if you were sick.” Ville explained patiently. “You groaned, and you called ‘Ville.’” Ville waited patiently, his eyes intent on Bam’s face.
Bam felt riveted in place. Ville’s stare pinned him where he half lay, half sat on the bed. He knew Ville was expecting a response. He knew he could blow Ville off. He could get angry, yell fuck and shove Ville out of his way. That had worked well in the past in situations where he just hadn’t wanted to deal with whatever he was being confronted with. People were usually too intimidated to pursue the situation. He could make fun of Ville, tease him for thinking so highly of himself or imply that he was making it up because he wanted Bam himself. This kind of reaction left most people too embarrassed to continue. He knew these approaches would work because he used them a lot with the other people in his life. But with Ville, he couldn’t. He never got angry with Ville. There was something fragile about the singer that Bam felt compelled to handle with care. And he couldn’t make fun of him either. Their friendship was not based on that like so many of his others. It would feel like a betrayal. He’d always been honest with Ville. He’d always been candid and open and transparent, the only thing he’d held back was the level of intensity of his fascination with the singer. Bam remained silent, his wide blue eyes gazing up in fear at Ville.
“Bam, please answer me,” Ville quietly requested. He sounded calm but, even through the haze of fear clouding Bam’s brain, Bam could detect a hint of desperation in the gleam of Ville’s green gaze.
Bam closed his eyes and forced a swallow past the lump in his throat. Fuck it, he thought. He opened his eyes and met Ville’s, “Yeah,” he admitted gruffly. “I called your name.” Bam looked steadily up at Ville.
Ville didn’t move, just blinked. Bam held his breath. “Oh,” Ville said in a small voice. “Why?”
That’s a good question. Why did he call Ville’s name? This was something he’d avoided thinking about but in a split second, he knew the truth. He summoned up all his courage. “Ville…I…you’re sexy,” Bam admitted to Ville and to himself. He waited for Ville’s response, for any response but Ville just stared back at him wide eyed. Bam chickened out, “I mean, I was thinking about you and this chick…and it seemed sexy,” Bam mumbled then felt like a tool. “Dude, I’m just fucked up…” Bam trailed off. Well, that was certainly no lie.
Ville was silent a moment longer then cleared his throat. “You were thinking about me and some chick. What am I, like your own personal porn star? I hope she was something special at least.” Ville turned away and walked over to Bam’s suitcase. “I’m a little drunk myself, I probably won’t remember this in the morning. Or, I mean,” he shot Bam a quick look, “let’s hope not, right? If you give me a little warning next time, I’ll take a longer shower.” Ville turned and shot Bam a smirky smile. “Either that, darling, or I’ll skip washing my hair so I won’t miss the show.” Despite his frustration with his own cowardice, a warm glow started in Bam’s chest. “So,” Ville murmured as he turned toward Bam’s suitcase and let his towel drop balling it up and turning to throw it at Bam’s head, “I think you can use this, love.” He turned back to the suitcase. “Now, which of your clothes can I borrow until we can get another key to my room?” At the sight of Ville’s bare ass, Bam was unable to summon any kind of response. Ville started rifling through Bam’s clothes not waiting for permission and picked a pair of loose sweats and a white undershirt. He pulled them on quickly. Bam tried not to watch Ville bend over, tried not to catch a glimpse of the shadowy area between his legs as he stepped into the sweatpants, tried not to imagine running his hands over the sides of Ville’s ribs as he stretched to pull the shirt over his head.
Bam blinked as he was suddenly confronted, again, with Ville’s amused green eyes watching him. “Earth to Bam,” Ville snapped. “You gonna get cleaned off or you just gonna sleep coated in your own come?”
Bam felt his face go red and forced a grin. “Gross dude, I thought I was the disgusting one,” Bam replied. He swiped at his stomach with the towel and tossed it aside, pulling himself out of the bed and zipping his pants in one fluid movement. “My turn with the shower. I think there’s a spare blanket in the closet. That one might be a little sticky,” Bam called out rather sheepishly on his way to the bathroom. He didn’t question whether or not Ville would stay here with him in his bed. That was the status quo more nights than not, even when Ville could get into his own room. Granted, they usually shared a bed because that’s where they passed out but still, they’d done it enough times that it didn’t feel weird. Well it usually didn’t feel weird, but then, Bam usually didn’t jerk off in front of Ville. At that thought, much to his dismay, Bam felt his dick perk up a bit. He might have to go another round in the shower.
Bam stripped off his dirty and, now sticky, clothes and showered quickly. The warm water felt good but he didn’t want to linger. He’d indulged himself sensually too much this evening. That didn’t stop him from ruthlessly and rapidly bringing himself off again in the shower before he finished. He justified to himself that it was out of pure necessity. After all, he had to sleep in a bed next to Ville after this.
Bam exited the bathroom and found the bedroom dark. He moved soundlessly across the room and, through touch alone, found something to sleep in. He dressed as quietly as possible and moved to the bed. He assumed that Ville was asleep but as he located the unoccupied side of the bed and gently slid under the covers, he heard Ville sigh “Bam” and felt his friend shift in the bed to face him. Bam held his breath as Ville’s long arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him close. It was going to be a long night.
Ville’s POV
Ville watched Bam get up and hastily make his way into the bathroom. When the door closed he let out a shaky sigh. Fuck, where is my inhaler? He felt like he was going to have a fucking asthma attack. He could feel his chest getting tight. He’d tried to hold it together in front of Bam. He didn’t want to let on how upset he was. Upset and excited. He searched around in the pocket of his coat and found his medication, immediately putting it to his lips and pressing the top. Ville inhaled deeply and felt his chest begin to loosen. He exhaled and performed the operation again. Okay, what the fuck was that? He didn’t know what to think about what had just happened. Bam had all but admitted that he’d been jacking off thinking about Ville. And he’d called his name. He’d admitted that much. If he was turned on by thinking about some beautiful lady, why would he be calling Ville’s name? Ville put the inhaler back into his coat pocket and dropped his coat to the floor. He lit a cigarette and clamped it between his teeth while he tugged the blanket off the bed and moved to the closet to grab the spare, spreading it on the bed while thinking. He knew he wasn’t wrong. Bam wanted him. He had been having a wank, thinking about him. Ville finished spreading the blanket out and lay on the bed smoking silently while he made up his mind, then shut off the light and slid beneath the covers.
He was starting to drift when he heard the water shut off. A few moments later he heard Bam move quietly through the room. He could hear the rustle of Bam pulling some clothes on and finally felt him slide into bed.
Ville sighed his name and without allowing himself to over think it, turned over so he was facing Bam and reached out, wrapping his arms around his friend and pulling Bam against his body into a spooning embrace. Bam seemed startled at first but did not resist as he scooted closer into the circle of Ville’s arms. Ville settled Bam against him. When he was sure that Bam was relaxed in the pose, he began to stroke his hand lightly down Bam’s arm, then around over the side of his waist to brush across tight abs. He felt Bam’s stomach tighten in response but he remained silent. Ville slid his hand down and snagged it up under the hem of Bam’s t-shirt, pushing the shirt up and smoothing his hand over the warm skin of Bam’s stomach. Ville slowly and firmly ran his hand from navel to nipples a few times before dropping it lower and tracing the heart-a-gram tattoo on Bam’s abdomen that mirrored Ville’s own.
“Mmmm,” Bam released a shuddered breath. “Dude, what are you doing?”
Ville sighed, “I don’t know Bam... Does it matter? I mean, do you hate it? Does this feel bad?”
“No,” Bam admitted hesitantly, his voice low and breathy in the quiet room.
Ville continued stroking, allowing his fingers to slide beneath Bam’s waistband and scratch lightly into the thick of hair they found there. Ville closed his eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling Bam’s shower clean scent. He almost wished he’d stopped Bam from showering. He was familiar with Bam’s musky smell and he suddenly craved it. He moved the hand that was stroking to Bam’s neck and brushed aside his hair before replacing it with his mouth. Ville sucked lightly at Bam’s neck and slid his hand along a muscled hip and thigh. Ville stopped his exploration with his mouth for a moment to whisper, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Bam nearly growled.
Ville grasped Bam’s hipbone and pulled Bam tightly against his groin. He could feel his hard length press through their clothes against Bam’s ass. Ville slid his hand under Bam’s waistband and made contact with his hard dick, cuffing it lightly with his fist, “Do you want me to keep going?”
Bam’s needy whine went straight to Ville’s crotch. “Yes, yes,” he panted. “Ville, don’t stop.”
Ville let his hand close more firmly around Bam’s cock and began to stroke. Bam’s breath came out with a harsh pant and a keening sound seemed to be coming involuntarily from his throat. Ville buried his face in the hair at the back of Bam’s neck and felt a surge of warmth as he finally caught Bam’s scent. “Voi hyvä jumala!*” Ville heard himself murmur. When had his English abandoned him? At his words, Bam jerked his hips forward and began to thrust in time with Ville’s strokes. Ville could feel Bam’s ass brushing rhythmically against his own dick and the friction, while delicious, was not quite enough. Ville tolerated it as long as he could before moving his hand to Bam’s hip again and roughly shifting him onto his back so that he was facing Ville.
Ville stared down at his friend, his breath coming out in harsh gasps. Bam looked up at Ville with a combination of wide-eyed fear and glazed over passion. Ville brought his hand to Bam’s cheek and let the back of his knuckles graze the taunt skin that stretched across Bam’s cheekbone. He leaned down and closed his mouth over one of Bam’s earlobes and involuntarily thrust his hips against Bam’s thigh before pulling back to look into his eyes again. Bam’s breath hitched.
“Fuck, Bam, do you want this?” Ville couldn’t stop himself from asking. It would kill him if he had to stop now but he had to be sure.
“Ville,” Bam’s reply came out in a whisper. “I absolutely want this.” Bam reached up and slid his hand into Ville’s hair pulling his head down and locking his mouth onto Ville’s own. Fire scorched down Ville’s spine at the touch and he let one leg slide over Bam’s so that he was half lying on top of his friend, holding up his weight on one elbow and forearm. He immediately opened his mouth and felt Bam’s warm smooth invasion. Ville desperately sucked on Bam's tongue. When it was withdrawn, he moved to bite Bam’s full lower lip and was rewarded with a helpless thrust of Bam’s hips.
Ville felt Bam's hand slide down and anchor on the back of his neck. The other gripped his bicep. Ville let out a harsh breath and attacked Bam with his mouth, desperately devouring. He found himself gasping for breath but he couldn’t stop his assault on Bam’s mouth. Bam’s hands moved to Ville’s shoulder and he pushed lightly. Ville ignored him until the pressure increased and Ville was pushed away forcefully. Surprised green eyes met blue ones sizing him up.
“You okay? You need your inhaler?” Bam asked, breathless.
“Yeah, no, I’m fine.” Ville continued to pant roughly but attempted to lean in for another assault.
Bam gripped Ville’s biceps and pushed, leveraging his weight to flip Ville over so that he was on his back with Bam suddenly on top. Ville closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply, enjoying the solid weight of his friend pressing against the full length of his body. When he opened them, he caught a sly smile on Bam’s face as he leaned in to mouth Ville’s neck. Ville arched at the contact, giving Bam full access to the sensitive flesh. Bam reached down and pulled at the hem of Ville’s shirt. “Fuck, Ville, get this off!” Bam leaned back and pulled Ville into a sitting position.
Ville grabbed his shirt and whipped it over his head, tossing it aside before grabbing Bam’s hips and pulling him onto his lap. Bam straddled him readily. Ville slid his hands around and cupped Bam’s ass, settling him more closely against his hard cock, becoming even more aroused as Bam groaned at the contact. Ville pulled Bam’s shirt off as well then leaned in to press their naked chests together, wrapping his long arms around Bam’s back and running one hand into his hair. “Bam Bam,” Ville breathed.
“What,” Bam groaned, pulling back so he could cup his hands around Ville’s jaw and lean in for another kiss.
Ville panted again as Bam sucked on his lower lip. “Mmmm, wait.” Ville pushed lightly on Bam’s chest before giving in and letting his fingers move to Bam’s nipples. He let Bam kiss him for several minutes until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Bam, wait!” Ville said more forcefully this time.
“What?” Bam asked halfheartedly while moving again to Ville’s neck.
“Have you ever done this before?” Ville asked.
“Yes Willa, I have had sex before. I think you may have even been in the room while I was doing it…once or twice.” Bam seemed to consider this for a moment, pulling back and looking at Ville with a grin. “At least for some of it.” Bam’s attention seemed to wander to the tattoo around Ville’s left nipple. He reached out stroking across the nipple with his thumb.
“No, Bam, I’m talking about sex with a guy,” Ville forced himself to continue, shuddering at the sensation of Bam’s nail raking across his sensitive nipple.
Bam stopped and peered at Ville, Ville’s question seeming to finally break through Bam’s haze of passion. “Mmm mmm,” Bam shook his head in a negative. ”You?” Bam asked, suddenly seeming much younger than his 24 years.
“No,” Ville answered. He stared hard into his friend’s eyes, wondering where this was going to lead and how far he would be allowed to push it. “What do you want here, Bam?” Ville finally forced himself to ask.
Bam blinked. “I don’t know, Ville,” Bam answered with apparent sincerity. “But I don’t want to stop yet.” Bam ground his hips against Ville’s seductively and Ville couldn’t help but respond with a thrust of his own.
When Ville felt Bam’s attention return to his nipple, he placed his hands flat on Bam’s chest and pushed. Bam let himself fall back onto the bed, his legs still wrapped around Ville’s narrow waist. Ville surveyed the feast spread out before him and ran his hands from the waistband of Bam’s pants up to his shoulder and back, hooking long fingers into the top of Bam’s sweatpants and pulling them off as he crawled backward on the bed, extricating himself from underneath his friend. Ville was delighted to discover that Bam was going commando as his hard cock sprang free and pointed right at Ville, defying gravity. Ville pulled the pants all the way off, discarding them quickly before moving to hover over Bam’s erection. “Lovely,” Ville murmured, grasping Bam’s dick firmly and guiding the weeping head into his mouth. Ville could taste the pre-come dripping from the slit in the tip of Bam’s penis. It tasted salty and good. Ville allowed his tongue to fully explore the head of Bam’s cock before moving on. It was warm and smooth and filled Ville’s mouth in a pleasant way. Ville pushed further down Bam’s shaft until the tip was pressing against the back of his throat. He began to bob his head letting Bam’s cock slide in and out of his mouth then reached to grasp the shaft at the base of Bam’s dick and slid his hand up and down in time with his mouth. He pushed a little further only backing off when he felt himself start to gag. He held onto Bam’s hip with his free hand and could feel Bam shaking beneath him, holding back a thrust. Ville let Bam’s cock slide out of his mouth again.
“Feels good, does it?” Ville asked.
“God,” Bam gasped. “It feels so good. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Bam asked, his voice almost a growl, his hands finding Ville’s hair, involuntarily urging Ville’s mouth back onto his cock. Ville resisted.
“I never said I haven’t done this.” Ville looked up Bam’s body and tried to meet his eyes. “I’ve given head.” Ville’s admission was met with silence. He pulled back a bit further so he could look at Bam but his eyes were closed. “Bam?” Ville crawled up Bam's body until he straddled his waist, his ass pressing back on Bam’s hard-on through his sweat pants. Ville peered at his friend. Bam kept his eyes closed and turned his head slightly away. “Hey man, is that okay?” Ville was suddenly confused. Bam seemed upset and, instinctively, Ville rushed to explain. “Bam, It’s been a long time. It was when I was like 15. I was really drunk. It was at a party and it was kind of a dare, like a party game. Since then it’s only been with my microphone. I swear. Well, except this one time after a gig when I was hanging out with Mige on the bus and he had this dildo…” Bam’s eyes flew to Ville’s. Ville let a teasing grin crack his face.
Bam reached up and gave Ville a halfhearted slug. “You’re joking,” he stated the obvious.
Ville placed hands on the bed on either side of Bam’s shoulders and leaned down, “Yes, I’m joking. But not about giving head when I was 15 and I’m pretty sure you’ve witnessed the microphone thing.” Ville watched as a grin returned to his friend’s face and Bam met his eyes. Ville couldn’t look away from the beauty before him. How had he never noticed this? Bam beamed with an inner glow. It seeped from his pores and lit the room. Ville eventually leaned down, almost without being aware of it himself, and let his lips connect with Bam’s again. “I wanna fuck you,” he whispered against Bam’s lips.
“What?”
Ville broke the kiss and leaned in further, his lips right up against Bam’s ear. He told himself that he was being sexy but, really, he was terrified of Bam’s reaction to what he had said. He just hoped he wouldn’t get hit. “I wanna fuck you,” Ville breathed, letting his tongue dart out and curve around inside the shell of Bam’s ear.
“Dude,” Bam’s voice broke. He cleared his throat and tried again, letting his hands wander up the sides of Ville’s ribs, “Honestly,“ he moved one hand to Ville’s chin bringing his head up again so Ville was forced to meet his eyes. “Honestly, I…I’m a little scared.”
Ville let his breath whistle out through his lips in a surprised puff. Bam scared? It must have been hard for him to admit that. Ville suddenly felt honored and strangely tender toward his friend. He pushed up so his locked arms held him above Bam and he could look down at him more fully. “We don’t have to. There are a lot of things we can do.” Ville reached out and stroked his friend’s face for a second time this evening, sliding his thumb into Bam’s mouth and pushing back slightly so his bottom pressed against Bam’s hard-on. Ville felt Bam shudder beneath him as he let out a breath.
“Convince me,” Ville heard Bam groan.
“Bam,” Ville started to respond hesitantly.
“Fucking convince me, Willa.” Bam growled before pulling Ville’s mouth to his own once again. Ville heard a sharp little whine escape his own lips and he knew he was gone. He untangled his limbs so he was once again lying at Bam’s side, half covering him. Ville reached down and desperately pushed his own sleep pants over his hips and past his bare ass before kicking them the rest of the way off. Ville groaned as his erect cock slid along-side Bam’s. Bam bucked at the contact. Ville slid his knee between Bam’s and pried his legs apart. Bam resisted for a moment as Ville gazed down at him, then spread his legs wantonly as he gasped for breath. Ville positioned himself neatly in the cradle of Bam’s hips and began gently thrusting with a steady rhythm. Each thrust forced their cocks together deliciously. Bam gazed up at him with liquid blue eyes. Ville met the gaze and did not break it as he continued to thrust, keeping it gentle, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to fuck Bam into the mattress.
“I need some lubrication,” Ville murmured, almost afraid to break the spell with such a practical consideration.
“There’s stuff in my bag in the bathroom,” Bam responded immediately. Ville reluctantly got up and went to retrieve lube and a condom from Bam’s overnight bag.
When he returned to the room he crossed over and switched on the bedside light again. “This okay?” he asked as Bam squinted up at him. “I want to see you.”
“Ville, seriously dude, you’re scaring the shit out of me and yet I’ve never been so excited in my life. Get the fuck back over here now.” Bam leaned up on one elbow but remained sprawled out on the bed, legs spread for Ville.
Ville crawled back across the bed and pressed his naked body along side Bam’s. He leaned down to kiss Bam again while his fingers found Bam’s cock and began to stroke. Bam moaned deep and low. Ville dragged his mouth away and began to nip at the tender skin of Bam’s neck. “Bam?” Ville murmured in his deep baritone.
“Mmmm?” Bam responded.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good Bam Bam,” Ville licked the skin on Bam’s neck and began to stroke his cock more quickly. Bam shut his eyes and moaned again. “I’m gonna slowly stretch your tight hot hole.” Ville sucked at the skin of Bam’s neck and kissed across his jaw before taking Bam’s mouth in another deep kiss. “I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you’re begging, Bam, begging for me to fill you with my cock.” Bam’s breathing became rapid and shallow and strained. “You’re gonna spread so wide for me.” Bam began to thrust with Ville’s strokes.
“Then do it!” Bam demanded reaching out to grasp Ville’s wrist.
Ville met Bam’s eyes and, never breaking contact, slid down Bam’s body, kneeling between his legs and took Bam’s cock in his mouth again. Bam let out a gasp as his jaw dropped open and his body arched off the bed. Ville held Bam’s hips down with both hands to the mattress for a moment, then blindly searched with his left hand for the lube, flipping the lid open with his thumb. He let Bam’s cock slide out of his mouth, smiling as he raised himself up onto his knees between Bam’s legs. He held Bam’s gaze again as he slowly and sensually spread lube onto the fingers of his right hand. He thumbed the cap to the lube closed again and placed it carefully within reach at his side, then leaned down and began to place kisses along the tattoo on Bam’s abdomen. At the same time, he allowed his right hand to travel to Bam’s anus where he carefully pressed with his index finger coated in the slippery lube. Bam resisted slightly. Ville pushed and heard a slight hiss from his friend.
“Have you done this with women, Bam?” Ville asked.
“I was with one chick who was into it,” Bam answered between clenched teeth.
“Okay, well, I have done it a lot.” Ville glanced up and met Bam’s eyes. “With women,” he specified. "So let me help you out here. Relax, don’t resist.” Ville murmured, his voice dropping into the lower registers. “When I push in, you push out rather than clenching up.” Ville glanced up at his friend and gave a long lick to the head of his dick. Bam bucked then panted.
“Push out?” He questioned.
“It’ll open you up,” Ville growled.” Trust me.”
“I do,” Bam breathed.
Ville pushed in again and this time, Bam released the tight ring of muscle and Ville was able to slide his index finger in more easily.
“Good,” Ville sighed and, again, engulfed Bam’s cock with his mouth. Ville continued working his index finger in and out of Bam’s tight hole, all the while bobbing up and down with his mouth on Bam’s cock. Bam squirmed on the bed swearing softly and uttering disjointed words of encouragement alternately to Ville and then to God. Ville felt Bam spread his legs more fully and sighed around Bam’s cock. He pulled out and eased a second finger into Bam’s ass. Bam responded by bending his knees slightly and digging his heals into the bed. Bam arched up into Ville’s mouth. It was all Ville could do not to reach down and bring himself off to a rapid orgasm, he was so turned on. Ville pulled out and felt for the lube. He coated his fingers again and entered Bam with a third finger. Bam hissed and Ville quickly glanced at his face. “You okay?” He asked.
“Hurts a little,” Bam whispered. He seemed to be holding his breath. Ville kept his fingers where they were, thrusting gently with a slight pulsing motion.
“Take a breath,” he urged Bam. “Keep breathing. Accept it, don’t fight it.” He immediately felt Bam relax and once again, he seemed to loosen up slightly around Ville. Ville switched to two fingers and searched inside.
“What are you…Holy shit!” Bam suddenly bucked uncontrollably under Ville’s hands.
Ville let a beatific smile split his face. “So that’s true… cool.”
“What the fuck was that?” Bam panted.
Ville did it again, causing another violent reaction from Bam before answering. “Your…what the fuck is it called in English? Your g-spot.” Ville seemed to consider this for a moment, absently stroking Bam with his fingers.
“Fuuuuck, Ville. God, you’re going to kill me,” Bam groaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Your prostate. That’s what it’s called. You clearly aren’t watching as much pornography as I am,” Ville teased.
“Maybe I’m just not watching the same pornography that you are,” Bam reasoned breathlessly.
Ville slowly eased his fingers out of Bam and cupped his hip, leaning up to kiss him once again before pulling back and asking, “You ready for me, Bam?”
“Yeah!” Bam answered without hesitation.
Ville, once again, kneeled between Bam’s legs, this time reaching for the condom. Bam didn’t move to help as Ville opened it with his teeth. Bam lay languidly on the bed, spread out like a buffet unashamedly before his friend. Ville pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it onto his hard leaking cock. He reached for the lube again and poured some into his palm. He met Bam’s interested gaze and made a show of stroking his own latex covered cock, coating it thoroughly in lube, thrusting slightly, resting on his heels. He moved his hands one last time to Bam’s anus to make sure he was adequately covered in lube, knowing from experience that an ample supply would definitely ease the process. Satisfied that Bam was adequately prepared and ready, Ville reached out and slid his hands down the insides Bam’s legs from groin to knee, wrapping long fingers around and under and pulling Bam’s legs apart, pushing his knees toward his shoulders. He met Bam’s eyes as he leaned in and placed the tip of his engorged penis at Bam’s entrance. After only the slightest hesitation, he pushed. Bam’s tight anal muscle resisted momentarily but before Ville could say anything he felt Bam open and he was allowed into that tight spot.
“God,” Ville let out and his eyes clenched shut. “Oh, fuck, Bam, you feel so fucking good.” Ville was lost in the feeling of being buried inside Bam’s ass. “God, it’s so tight and hot. Fuck, I feel like I could come right now.”
“Ville,” Bam barked. Ville knew he should open his eyes and look at Bam but he couldn’t, it’d be all over if he did.
“Just wait, Bam. Oh God, just wait a minute.” Ville held still until the feeling passed and he was able to open his eyes and gaze with wonder at Bam. “Darling, what is it, are you okay?” Ville was finally able to ask.
“Move, Ville, fucking move,” Bam ordered. “I want…I need you to fuck me.” The look in Bam’s eyes was wild and the urgency in his voice made Ville clench his eyes shut and hold very still, once again, to keep from coming.
Ville felt the wave pass and was able to open his eyes and look at Bam again. God, he’d never seen anything so sexy. Bam’s face was flushed. The hair around his forehead was damp with sweat causing the brown hair to curl more tightly. He’d never seen his friend’s eyes so blue and they had a glazed but sharp look that Ville wanted to memorize. Bam’s lips were red and slightly swollen. Ville wanted to consume him with his mouth. He wanted to grab his hips and squeeze him until he bruised, pound into him, hold him down until he cried to be let go. He wanted to cradle him in his arms and shield him, cup his body around Bam’s until the whole world faded away. Ville was shocked by the intensity of his own emotions but he refused to shy away from it. He knew instinctively that he needed to honor it.
Ville summoned his courage and met Bam’s gaze, letting his feelings shine from his green eyes, letting the tender intensity show on his face. He saw Bam’s eyes widen in response a split second before he eased himself deeper into his friend.
Ville pushed slowly allowing Bam a chance to accommodate him until he was fully sheathed, his slender hips pressed fully against Bam’s ass and the backs of his thighs. He carefully watched the expression on Bam’s face, looking for pain or discomfort but all he could see was lust so he eased out and thrust again. Bam took his full length easily. Ville had never been so turned on. He felt himself shaking as he forced himself to go more slowly than his body demanded. He felt compelled to check in with Bam again, he needed the reassurance that he wasn’t hurting him, that Bam wanted this as much as he did.
Bam, again, assured him forcefully that this was good, “So fucking good, Ville, don’t stop.” Bam slid his hands down Ville’s back and cupped his buttocks, urging him to thrust more quickly.
At that, Ville let go. He lowered his head to the crook of Bam’s neck and breathed in that musky scent he’d been searching for earlier. It was intoxicating. Ville let his instincts take over and thrust into Bam, over and over. Bam kept his hands on Ville’s ass, urging each thrust, harder and faster. Ville knew it wouldn’t last at this pace but he couldn’t slow it down at this point. It was too much. He pulled his arms up so that his elbows rested just above Bam’s shoulders pressing his cheek along side Bam’s. He arched his wiry body and spread his knees slightly, using the leverage to ram his slim hips into Bam’s ass with a speed and depth that surprised even him. In the back of his mind he felt he should stop, should apologize to his friend, he must be hurting him but Bam’s noises contained only encouragement and his body moved just as furiously in concert with Ville’s, urging him to an even more frenzied pace.
When he knew he wouldn’t last, he pulled back to look at Bam’s face. Bam’s eyes were shut and his head was turned to the side, his face held a grimace of passion. “Bam,” Ville moaned. “Bam, I wanna come.”
“Do it,” Bam immediately responded and looked up into Ville’s face. Ville clamped his mouth down over Bam’s let it go. His thrusts lost their rhythm and depth as he shuddered out his orgasm, his whole body tight and shaking. Bam bucked beneath him and Ville felt his hot come spurting between their sweat slickened bodies.
Ville collapsed onto his friend and breathed, trying to catch his breath. He felt he must be heavy and curled slightly to try to take some of the weight off Bam. He felt Bam shift beneath him and they settled wordlessly on their sides with Ville still cradled between Bam’s thighs. “Oh, my God,” Ville breathed, letting his hand stroke up and down the sides of Bam’s body. “Bam, that was fucking amazing.” Ville looked at Bam with wonder and leaned in for a deep kiss before pulling back and smiling.
Bam beamed back at him. “It was.”
“No, Bam, I’ve never felt anything like it…I…you turned me fucking inside out. That’s the only way I can describe it. You’ve robbed me of any further eloquence I may have once possessed.”
Bam just smiled and snuggled closer. After several minutes they naturally separated and wordlessly assessed the damage. Ville removed the condom from his spent member, knotting it and dropping it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. Bam rolled onto his back and stretched, feeling for the soreness he knew would be an issue tomorrow. Ville ran his hand up his chest and grimaced at the congealing mess he found there. He reached for the bed sheet and used it to wipe the majority of the mess away. He looked over at Bam and found him grinning at him like a fool. The grin was infectious and Ville smiled back. “What?”
“I think we might need another shower,” Bam drawled out of the side of his mouth around the grin that lit up his eyes, watching Ville, measuring his reaction.
“A shower…absolutely,” Ville consented although he thought wistfully of the smell of sweat and spunk that Bam currently sported. Maybe he could convince him to forgo the soap. He looked around him at the bed, now that could use some cleaning, he thought. “Do you think it’s too early to get the front desk to give me another key to my room?” Ville asked hopefully. “I have clean sheets.”
“Absolutely not, we’re famous. They expect us to need things in the middle of the night, or …in the early morning hours as the case may be,” Bam replied. “First things first, shower.” He looked back again at Ville, his grin becoming knowing. “Clean sheets, huh? Oh, well, not sure they’ll be clean for long,” he predicted as he got up from the bed.
Ville sighed his agreement and watched his friend’s ass as he followed him to the bathroom, Who needs clean sheets anyway?
fin
And...as promised, for anyone who might not be familiar with the pairing, some hotness:
Ville and Bam's matching tattoos:
Ville
and Bam
This is a pic from one of the two videos they made (at the time this fic was set)- Ville from the making of "And Love Said No"
This is the YouTube video that I got the dialogue from:
Click to viewAnd this is the microphone fanvid that I couldn't help referencing (warning, it''s naughty but go ahead and watch it to the very end, really):
And lastly, some real-life VAM:
And Love Said No
Solitary Man