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Killing Loneliness
*sing-songs* I'm back!
My updating sucks, I know, but I'm not abandoning this story, I WILL finish it, I promise.
Ooh, and this chapter's a long one too, yay!
parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13
Bam lay on the floor in the studio, listening to Funeral of Hearts again. For the millionth time.
“I’ll never get tired of this song. Or the rest of the record,” he mumbled quietly up to anyone who might have been listening.
Ville smiled down at him. “That’s very nice, Bammie, darling, but which song do you think we should use for the video?”
Bam closed his eyes, trying to ignore the shivers that trickled down his spine at Ville’s voice, especially as he rolled the ‘r’ in darling. It had been happening more and more since coming to LA, Bam would notice something small, like the tone of Ville’s voice or the way he walked or the shine of his eyes as he stared into space, and Bam would feel all the heat in his body rush to his crotch and his chest.
He knew he was acting a bit like a girl but he liked the way Ville called him ‘Bammie’ and the way the singer was so affectionate, always hugging or hanging on him though they hadn’t actually done anything so far.
Bam remembered the lighter, sitting on his bedside table at the hotel. He had gotten it out of his suitcase the day before, finally recalling its presence, but he hadn’t found an appropriate moment to give it back. When he did finally give it back he wanted to talk to Ville at the same time, ask him if it was all just a meaningless rockstar indulgence or real.
“Bammie?”
Bam sat up, he had zoned out. “Sorry, what? Oh, no, I don’t know. I like this one. I like the Sacrament, and also Buried Alive by Love. What do you think?”
Ville shrugged. “I can’t decide, what about Sweet Pandemonium?”
Bam sighed, sitting up, then standing and beginning to pace. He had been hanging out in the studio for days. It was time to do something else, he wanted to go skating or something. The excess energy was making him even more nervous. “I can think of a video for all the songs but really, I think we should narrow our choices down. Which songs do you like?”
“Let’s do Buried Alive by Love,” Migé said, slumping in his chair. They were all exhausted with trying to make a decision. “It would make the best single right now, don’t you think?”
Bam looked over at Ville who nodded. “Buried Alive by Love?” he asked Bam.
“Yeah, that would make a good video. I’ll get to work on it now. We need to come up with ideas for it, do you have some?” Bam was still pacing. He was starting to feel a little caged.
Ville jumped up and put an arm around Bam’s shoulders, making him stop. “Tomorrow, Bammie, tomorrow. It’s time to take a break, right Migé?”
Migé nodded. “I think we’ve worked enough on this for now. Let’s come up with ideas tomorrow.”
Bam had to suppress a shiver as Ville grinned, he was still unsure of how something so small as a smile could make him so turned on.
“Let’s have dinner,” Ville suggested, staring at Bam.
“Sure,” Bam replied, noticing the look Ville was giving him. Feeling a little warm Bam looked at Migé for an answer.
Migé was giving both of them a funny look and he shook his head slowly. “No, I think I’ll stay around here for awhile, then go back to the hotel and call home. You two have fun though.”
Bam was going to ask Migé if he was sure but before he could he was being all but dragged out of the room by Ville, down the hall to the elevator.
Ville was bouncing up and down as they waited for the elevator and Bam just stared at him. The elevator doors slid open and a young man exited, leaving the little room empty. Ville shoved Bam into the elevator and quickly followed, pushing the close door button half a dozen times before they slid closed. Bam laughed in surprise as Ville shoved him into the wall, one hand keeping him from bumping his head against the wall, and pressed against him, kissing him desperately.
Bam kissed back, almost as desperate, enjoying the way Ville’s hands snaked around his waist and slid up the back of his shirt.
Ville pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, then lowered his head and kissed Bam’s neck. “Wait until we get back to the hotel. I’m going to push you onto the bed and kiss you and lick you until you come without even being touched.”
Bam laughed, his chuckles sounding breathy to his own ears as he felt Ville’s hips grind into his own. “Well, I think it will take a long time to get to the hotel.”
Ville looked up, confusion momentarily replacing his lust. “What do you mean?”
Bam put his arms over Ville’s shoulders and pointed toward the panel of buttons. “You forgot to tell the elevator to move.”
Ville growled a little, sending another shiver through Bam, and moved to push the first floor button. Bam felt a little cold as Ville left him, and very lonely though the singer wasn’t even out of arm’s reach. He smiled as Ville came back, kissing him more gently this time, but no less passionately. They jumped apart as the elevator slowed to a halt before coming to the first floor.
Bam leaned back against the wall, hugging himself and staring at Ville who was leaning against the opposite wall, pulling two cigarettes out of his pack of Marlboro Lights and tucking one behind his ear, while holding the other in his hand. He wouldn’t light it inside but Bam knew that as soon as Ville’s feet hit pavement he would light the cigarette.
A large old man stepped into the elevator, looking at the button panel but not pushing a button, then leaned against the back of the compartment, between Ville and Bam.
Bam glanced at Ville and caught Ville looking at him. Ville gave a small smile, looking a little strained from having to be so far away from Bam. Bam smirked back and Ville smiled wider, prompting Bam to giggle. By the time they stepped out of the elevator they were both laughing so hard they had to lean against each other in order to walk. The man looked absolutely bewildered which only made the whole situation even more hilarious to the couple and they exited as quickly as they could, out onto the street, still laughing.
Ville lit his cigarette, playfully blowing the smoke on Bam as they walked toward the hotel. It wasn’t very far and parking was insane so they had opted to walk. Bam shivered as the wind cut through his thin clothes it was cooler than usual and, though it was still twilight, the sun had already set, so he was a bit cold. He smiled as a tattooed arm wrapped around his shoulders and pressed deeper into Ville’s side, trying to steal as much body heat as he could.
They walked like that all the way to the hotel and once they got inside Bam stayed huddled against Ville, though it was warm once again when they were out of the wind.
In the elevator Ville pressed against Bam again, kissing him hungrily but Bam had recovered a little, thanks to the wind and he pulled away and smirked. “Didn’t you say something about dinner?”
Ville leaned his forehead against Bam’s shoulder and moaned. “Why do I always pick the cockteases?” he muttered, before standing straight again to give Bam another quick kiss. “How about we order in? Though I’m not really interested in eating dinner.” He pressed against Bam suggestively and then pulled him out of the elevator as the door slid open.
Bam leaned against Ville as the Finn searched through his pockets for his room card. “Fuck, I think I left it in the room. Goddamnit!” he yelled, looking extremely frustrated.
Bam reached into his pocket with one hand, making sure he still had his room key, and the other he placed on the back of Ville’s neck trying to soothe the taller man. “We can go to my room.”
Ville looked so relieved that Bam wanted to laugh but instead he slipped his arm down to circle Ville’s slim waist and pulled him down the hall to his room, unlocking the door and tugging the other man inside.
All control he had before was lost as Ville spun him, shoving the skater against the door, slamming it shut. Bam squeaked as Ville pressed against him, pulling Bam up by his collar so they could kiss. Bam was barely managing to stand on his tiptoes and he slung an arm around Ville’s neck, dragging the singer down to a better angle.
Bam gasped into the kiss as Ville’s hands grabbed his ass, lifting him off the floor. Bam wrapped his legs around Ville’s waist, pressing against the singer’s erection as much as he could, loving the way the hard flesh felt against him even through two layers of jeans.
Ville turned, still carrying Bam, and walked to the bed, shoving Bam onto it roughly, then stripping. Bam shucked his own clothes as quickly as he could, the anticipation of Ville’s cock inside him making lose his ability to think straight.
Ville extracted a condom from the pocket of his jeans, and then dropped them on the floor, making sure Bam was watching as he slowly slid the rubber over his cock, his movements as deliberately teasing as he could make them. Neither of them could stand much teasing however, and once the condom was on Ville climbed onto the bed, lying next to Bam.
Bam pulled his legs up to his chest, no words needed in the invitation he was giving to Ville. He needed to feel Ville in him, against him, part of him and somewhere in the back of his mind a tiny voice was asking when this had gone farther than a one night stand but he didn’t answer it.
Ville prepped Bam without a word, making sure the younger man was well stretched and ready for what they were about to do. He was feeling strained almost to the point of just ramming in but he knew Bam was too new to this for that to be a possibility and he didn’t want to hurt the skater.
Neither of them spoke as Ville entered Bam, moving slowly but steadily, Bam’s tight heat engulfing him. Bam moaned as Ville pulled out almost completely then shoved in again, harder. They fucked hard and fast, Ville’s hand tugging Bam to climax, both needing the release that came at the end more than they needed words or thoughts.
Ville collapsed bonelessly on top of Bam, spent and exhausted, Bam’s come still warm and now coating both of their stomachs. He pulled out of Bam and tossed the condom away, then lay back down, just wanting the warm comfort of Bam’s body as he slept.
Bam wrapped his arm around Ville’s slender form, feeling his own exhaustion begin to claim him. Ville was still breathing hard but he had relaxed completely on top of the smaller man, his eyes closed, his ear pressed against Bam’s chest, listening to the younger man’s heartbeat as it slowed to a normal pace. Bam could feel sleep dragging him down and was quite happy to give in.
They both jerked awake again as Ville’s mobile began to ring, shattering the silence that had over taken the room.
Ville sighed, pushing himself out of Bam’s embrace and off the bed, ignoring Bam’s small groan of annoyance.
Bam shivered as cool air replaced Ville’s body and he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball, watching Ville find his phone in his coat pocket and answer it. Bam watched the other man speak into his phone, the conversation in Finnish, and then search around for his pants. As Ville pulled his jeans on and picked up his shirt Bam closed his eyes. Ville wasn’t going to stay to sleep.
Bam kept his eyes shut, pretending to sleep as Ville ended the conversation and finished dressing. Bam was tempted to open his eyes when he felt Ville’s breath against his skin but he didn’t and he felt Ville brush a soft kiss over his cheek, then pull the covers up onto the bed again from where they had been kicked off, tucking Bam into bed and ghosting another kiss against Bam’s lips.
Ville grabbed his coat and left the room almost silently and Bam wouldn’t admit even to himself that a tear slipped down his cheek as he heard the door close.
Random Photo Post! I love these things so much, they're just fun! Huh?
As you can probably see, I've made an album of all the random photos I've posted, incase you want to see them again, hope you like.
My updating sucks, I know, but I'm not abandoning this story, I WILL finish it, I promise.
Ooh, and this chapter's a long one too, yay!
parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13
Bam lay on the floor in the studio, listening to Funeral of Hearts again. For the millionth time.
“I’ll never get tired of this song. Or the rest of the record,” he mumbled quietly up to anyone who might have been listening.
Ville smiled down at him. “That’s very nice, Bammie, darling, but which song do you think we should use for the video?”
Bam closed his eyes, trying to ignore the shivers that trickled down his spine at Ville’s voice, especially as he rolled the ‘r’ in darling. It had been happening more and more since coming to LA, Bam would notice something small, like the tone of Ville’s voice or the way he walked or the shine of his eyes as he stared into space, and Bam would feel all the heat in his body rush to his crotch and his chest.
He knew he was acting a bit like a girl but he liked the way Ville called him ‘Bammie’ and the way the singer was so affectionate, always hugging or hanging on him though they hadn’t actually done anything so far.
Bam remembered the lighter, sitting on his bedside table at the hotel. He had gotten it out of his suitcase the day before, finally recalling its presence, but he hadn’t found an appropriate moment to give it back. When he did finally give it back he wanted to talk to Ville at the same time, ask him if it was all just a meaningless rockstar indulgence or real.
“Bammie?”
Bam sat up, he had zoned out. “Sorry, what? Oh, no, I don’t know. I like this one. I like the Sacrament, and also Buried Alive by Love. What do you think?”
Ville shrugged. “I can’t decide, what about Sweet Pandemonium?”
Bam sighed, sitting up, then standing and beginning to pace. He had been hanging out in the studio for days. It was time to do something else, he wanted to go skating or something. The excess energy was making him even more nervous. “I can think of a video for all the songs but really, I think we should narrow our choices down. Which songs do you like?”
“Let’s do Buried Alive by Love,” Migé said, slumping in his chair. They were all exhausted with trying to make a decision. “It would make the best single right now, don’t you think?”
Bam looked over at Ville who nodded. “Buried Alive by Love?” he asked Bam.
“Yeah, that would make a good video. I’ll get to work on it now. We need to come up with ideas for it, do you have some?” Bam was still pacing. He was starting to feel a little caged.
Ville jumped up and put an arm around Bam’s shoulders, making him stop. “Tomorrow, Bammie, tomorrow. It’s time to take a break, right Migé?”
Migé nodded. “I think we’ve worked enough on this for now. Let’s come up with ideas tomorrow.”
Bam had to suppress a shiver as Ville grinned, he was still unsure of how something so small as a smile could make him so turned on.
“Let’s have dinner,” Ville suggested, staring at Bam.
“Sure,” Bam replied, noticing the look Ville was giving him. Feeling a little warm Bam looked at Migé for an answer.
Migé was giving both of them a funny look and he shook his head slowly. “No, I think I’ll stay around here for awhile, then go back to the hotel and call home. You two have fun though.”
Bam was going to ask Migé if he was sure but before he could he was being all but dragged out of the room by Ville, down the hall to the elevator.
Ville was bouncing up and down as they waited for the elevator and Bam just stared at him. The elevator doors slid open and a young man exited, leaving the little room empty. Ville shoved Bam into the elevator and quickly followed, pushing the close door button half a dozen times before they slid closed. Bam laughed in surprise as Ville shoved him into the wall, one hand keeping him from bumping his head against the wall, and pressed against him, kissing him desperately.
Bam kissed back, almost as desperate, enjoying the way Ville’s hands snaked around his waist and slid up the back of his shirt.
Ville pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, then lowered his head and kissed Bam’s neck. “Wait until we get back to the hotel. I’m going to push you onto the bed and kiss you and lick you until you come without even being touched.”
Bam laughed, his chuckles sounding breathy to his own ears as he felt Ville’s hips grind into his own. “Well, I think it will take a long time to get to the hotel.”
Ville looked up, confusion momentarily replacing his lust. “What do you mean?”
Bam put his arms over Ville’s shoulders and pointed toward the panel of buttons. “You forgot to tell the elevator to move.”
Ville growled a little, sending another shiver through Bam, and moved to push the first floor button. Bam felt a little cold as Ville left him, and very lonely though the singer wasn’t even out of arm’s reach. He smiled as Ville came back, kissing him more gently this time, but no less passionately. They jumped apart as the elevator slowed to a halt before coming to the first floor.
Bam leaned back against the wall, hugging himself and staring at Ville who was leaning against the opposite wall, pulling two cigarettes out of his pack of Marlboro Lights and tucking one behind his ear, while holding the other in his hand. He wouldn’t light it inside but Bam knew that as soon as Ville’s feet hit pavement he would light the cigarette.
A large old man stepped into the elevator, looking at the button panel but not pushing a button, then leaned against the back of the compartment, between Ville and Bam.
Bam glanced at Ville and caught Ville looking at him. Ville gave a small smile, looking a little strained from having to be so far away from Bam. Bam smirked back and Ville smiled wider, prompting Bam to giggle. By the time they stepped out of the elevator they were both laughing so hard they had to lean against each other in order to walk. The man looked absolutely bewildered which only made the whole situation even more hilarious to the couple and they exited as quickly as they could, out onto the street, still laughing.
Ville lit his cigarette, playfully blowing the smoke on Bam as they walked toward the hotel. It wasn’t very far and parking was insane so they had opted to walk. Bam shivered as the wind cut through his thin clothes it was cooler than usual and, though it was still twilight, the sun had already set, so he was a bit cold. He smiled as a tattooed arm wrapped around his shoulders and pressed deeper into Ville’s side, trying to steal as much body heat as he could.
They walked like that all the way to the hotel and once they got inside Bam stayed huddled against Ville, though it was warm once again when they were out of the wind.
In the elevator Ville pressed against Bam again, kissing him hungrily but Bam had recovered a little, thanks to the wind and he pulled away and smirked. “Didn’t you say something about dinner?”
Ville leaned his forehead against Bam’s shoulder and moaned. “Why do I always pick the cockteases?” he muttered, before standing straight again to give Bam another quick kiss. “How about we order in? Though I’m not really interested in eating dinner.” He pressed against Bam suggestively and then pulled him out of the elevator as the door slid open.
Bam leaned against Ville as the Finn searched through his pockets for his room card. “Fuck, I think I left it in the room. Goddamnit!” he yelled, looking extremely frustrated.
Bam reached into his pocket with one hand, making sure he still had his room key, and the other he placed on the back of Ville’s neck trying to soothe the taller man. “We can go to my room.”
Ville looked so relieved that Bam wanted to laugh but instead he slipped his arm down to circle Ville’s slim waist and pulled him down the hall to his room, unlocking the door and tugging the other man inside.
All control he had before was lost as Ville spun him, shoving the skater against the door, slamming it shut. Bam squeaked as Ville pressed against him, pulling Bam up by his collar so they could kiss. Bam was barely managing to stand on his tiptoes and he slung an arm around Ville’s neck, dragging the singer down to a better angle.
Bam gasped into the kiss as Ville’s hands grabbed his ass, lifting him off the floor. Bam wrapped his legs around Ville’s waist, pressing against the singer’s erection as much as he could, loving the way the hard flesh felt against him even through two layers of jeans.
Ville turned, still carrying Bam, and walked to the bed, shoving Bam onto it roughly, then stripping. Bam shucked his own clothes as quickly as he could, the anticipation of Ville’s cock inside him making lose his ability to think straight.
Ville extracted a condom from the pocket of his jeans, and then dropped them on the floor, making sure Bam was watching as he slowly slid the rubber over his cock, his movements as deliberately teasing as he could make them. Neither of them could stand much teasing however, and once the condom was on Ville climbed onto the bed, lying next to Bam.
Bam pulled his legs up to his chest, no words needed in the invitation he was giving to Ville. He needed to feel Ville in him, against him, part of him and somewhere in the back of his mind a tiny voice was asking when this had gone farther than a one night stand but he didn’t answer it.
Ville prepped Bam without a word, making sure the younger man was well stretched and ready for what they were about to do. He was feeling strained almost to the point of just ramming in but he knew Bam was too new to this for that to be a possibility and he didn’t want to hurt the skater.
Neither of them spoke as Ville entered Bam, moving slowly but steadily, Bam’s tight heat engulfing him. Bam moaned as Ville pulled out almost completely then shoved in again, harder. They fucked hard and fast, Ville’s hand tugging Bam to climax, both needing the release that came at the end more than they needed words or thoughts.
Ville collapsed bonelessly on top of Bam, spent and exhausted, Bam’s come still warm and now coating both of their stomachs. He pulled out of Bam and tossed the condom away, then lay back down, just wanting the warm comfort of Bam’s body as he slept.
Bam wrapped his arm around Ville’s slender form, feeling his own exhaustion begin to claim him. Ville was still breathing hard but he had relaxed completely on top of the smaller man, his eyes closed, his ear pressed against Bam’s chest, listening to the younger man’s heartbeat as it slowed to a normal pace. Bam could feel sleep dragging him down and was quite happy to give in.
They both jerked awake again as Ville’s mobile began to ring, shattering the silence that had over taken the room.
Ville sighed, pushing himself out of Bam’s embrace and off the bed, ignoring Bam’s small groan of annoyance.
Bam shivered as cool air replaced Ville’s body and he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball, watching Ville find his phone in his coat pocket and answer it. Bam watched the other man speak into his phone, the conversation in Finnish, and then search around for his pants. As Ville pulled his jeans on and picked up his shirt Bam closed his eyes. Ville wasn’t going to stay to sleep.
Bam kept his eyes shut, pretending to sleep as Ville ended the conversation and finished dressing. Bam was tempted to open his eyes when he felt Ville’s breath against his skin but he didn’t and he felt Ville brush a soft kiss over his cheek, then pull the covers up onto the bed again from where they had been kicked off, tucking Bam into bed and ghosting another kiss against Bam’s lips.
Ville grabbed his coat and left the room almost silently and Bam wouldn’t admit even to himself that a tear slipped down his cheek as he heard the door close.
Random Photo Post! I love these things so much, they're just fun! Huh?
As you can probably see, I've made an album of all the random photos I've posted, incase you want to see them again, hope you like.