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Midnight Tears-Chapter 12
Ok, I think (I HOPE) I figured out what was wrong with this chapter. This is WICKED_GLAMOUR's story "Midnight Tears", but I am posting this chapter for her due to lj problems she is having. I don't have the links right now to past chapters, cause I am lazy, sorry.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ville's POV
God I felt heavy. It felt as if a ten ton weight had been strapped to my stomach. My back was strained, my legs were sore, everything ached like no other. But I wouldn't tell Bam that. I wouldn't tell anyone that. I could hardly eat more than a little bit at a time because my stomach was being pushed on so much by the baby. I was always hungry though. I don't think there's ever a time when I don't have a piece of food in my hands. And that thought alone makes me feel like such a fatass. I haven't weighed myself, I'm too cowardly to do so, but I know I've probably gained fifty pounds. It depresses me to no end.
But then I look in the mirror at my greatly swollen belly and my depression doesn't seem to sharp. I feel the baby kick, alive and apparently healthy, and my depression is nothing more than a faint ache that I can barely notice. I see the way Bam looks at me, looks at my stomach, I see the way his eyes light up and the smile of a father-to-be stretch across his glowing face, and my depression is nonexistant. How could I be depressed when I can feel the very love radiating off of him for me and the baby? He likes to hold me nowadays, even in front of his friends and brother, and when he does I feel like I am sitting on top of the world. He also likes to massage my belly, fingers gently carressing and feeling our growing baby inside of me. And it feels so good, it really does. How I love my Bammi. Especially now.
Everyone's outside today. It's warm and clear out, the gentle heat allieviated slightly by the occassional cool breeze. I was hunkered down in a lawn chair, ice cold coke in hand, beside DiCo and Rake. We were practically asleep, the sun felt so damn good. The rest of the guys were swimming in the pool or skating, just having a fun time. The air was relaxed if not filled with a calm cheerfulness. There was a normality to everything that felt so familiar and refreshingly good. It had been almost a month and a half since the last of our bad incidents. Jess had recovered from the loss of his parents not two weeks after being disowned, and Bam, with the help of his brother as well as the rest of us, had also recovered soon after. April and Phil were the last things on our minds which was a very good thing.
I watched out of my half lidded eyes as Bam skated his half pipe with Dunn, a lazy smile on my face. He looked so happy and full of life, completely opposite of what he'd been before. He executed trick after trick flawlessly as if he'd never stopped skating. He was shirtless, God was he shirtless. I could see the sweat shimmering on his fit, rippling body. I could see the way his muscles tightened so perfectly. I could see the way he moved so gracefully and thoughtfully on that skinny piece of board that meant so much to him. As he ran a hand through his wet brown curls, smiling at me oh so brightly and lovingly, I smiled larger in return, waving to him lazilly.
If I wasn't half asleep, if I wasn't bloody pregnant, I'd fuck his brains out, I swear. He was so hot right now, all hot and worked up and happy.
I don't know what it is, maybe the fact that I've been pregnant and untouched for nearly nine months, but lately I've been horny as hell. The slightest little thing Bam does will turn me on. But usually, the pain and aches brought on by the huge weight I was carrying turns me off quicker than lightening. Sometimes, I felt the slightest pang of regret that I am pregnant. I can hardly do anything now that I am so big. I can hardly eat anything, I had to piss all the time, I was almost always in pain, and the guys had to accomadate me in some way or other every fucking second. For example, Bam had once upon a time allowed smoking in his house, but now the guys had to smoke outside if they ever wanted a cigarette. Also, I was always the one sitting shot-gun whenever we went anywhere because of my size. Speaking of going out, Bam had a strict limit on where we ate out to nowadays because he didn't want me to be around too much smoke. To say I was a little annoyed because of all this was a big understatement. I felt like I was a burden. I hated that feeling.
I suppose after a while I had fallen asleep in my lawn chair. It was just so comfortable and warm out here. But I was woken up gently by a hand shaking me awake. I yawned and opened my eyes, looking at the person who stood above me lazilly.
"Yo dude, we're all headin' inside. Come on." Raab said finally.
I nodded. I took his offered hand and got to my feet with a bit of a struggle. I headed inside with the rest of the crew and made my way to the kitchen. I dug around in the refridgerator for a little bit before finally grabbing a container of left-overs. I picked at the fried chicken, eating the cold food hungrilly. Hey, it was still good! Only after a few minutes, I felt warm arms slide under my own, wrapping around my waist as warm hands rubbed my belly softly. I closed my eyes and smiled as I felt Bam's head rest against my shoulder. I leaned back into him, still chewing on my food with the smile on my face. I could feel the throb of his heart-beat against my back and it was more satisfying than any musical rhythm I'd heard in my life. I felt him begin to lightly kiss my shoulder, the crook of my neck, my neck, and it sent shivers up and down my spine as his hands roamed so tenderly over my body. I dropped my food back into the container and offhandedly swiped my greazy fingers over the legs of my jeans, cleaning them off before taking Bam's hands in my own. I felt a moan bubble up out of my throat as he kissed my jaw, just below my ear, before sucking so teasingly on my lobe. I felt his hand leave mine and come up to cup my face, turning my face gently so as to kiss it. He was about to kiss me when I suddenly turned just enough for his lips to touch my cheek and not my lips. I looked down, embarrassed, as he looked at me with confused eyes.
"What's wrong, babe?" He asked, his voice quiet and full of concern. He tenderly rubbed my cheek with his thumb.
"I just ate, Bam." I could still taste the flavor of chicken in my mouth. I knew he would taste it too. I didn't want him to be disgusted with me. I didn't want him to think I was fat.
He chuckled, leaning his head on mine momentarilly as he did so. He looked into my eyes then, his blue orbs deep as oceans and full of love. They were so gorgeous. "So what, Ville? That doesn't matter." He softly gripped my chin again. "Besides, I'm hungry." I smiled in amuzement and love just before he claimed my lips with his own.
How can I describe what it feels like to be kissed by Bam? One may as well try to describe what it's like to be touched by an angel, for that is what he is. He is my angel. His lips are so sweet and soft. His tongue is magnificent as it wanders my mouth, clashing with my own. Everything about kissing him is so perfect and right. There really is nothing better than kissing this man. Well, I take that back...there is one thing. I could feel him grind against me from behind, feel his growing erection as we kissed passionately. We hadn't touched sexually in almost nine months let alone had any type of sex. I could feel his need growing. My own need was growing steadilly. It was overwhelming, this unsatisfied need within me. I bit Bam's bottom lip hungrilly as he stopped kissing suddenly.
"Wanna go upstairs?" He asked, his voice deep and husky and turning me on even more.
I nodded and he instantly took my hand in his. Before I knew it, we were in his bedroom and he'd locked the door. He looked at me, his eyes dark and beautiful with lust and love. He approached me, kissing me once more, deeply and passionately yet slowly this time. His hands wrapped around my torso once more, bracing the small of my back as he gently leaned me backwards. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him and kissing him wildly while at the same time trying not to fall backwards. I felt the vibration of his deep moan in my mouth as I ran my hands through his hair. I shivered as he slid his warm hands beneath my shirt, lifting it slowly, and I raised my arms momentarilly to allow him to take it off. I myself ran my fingers over his bare shoulders and chest, tenderly carressing and memorizing all those perfect tones and curves that I hadn't forgotten in all these long months.
When his hands migrated down to my pants, tickling my abdomen as he started to unbutton my jeans, I haulted. I pulled away from his kiss, leaning my head on his shoulder as I clutched to him, breathing deeply. I felt ashamed for doing so, but I couldn't help it. It was broad daylight. There was no way to hide my stomach. And what would he do when he saw my naked body? Would he be disgusted? Would he reject me finally? I wouldn't blame him if he did. I myself felt huge, felt deformed and completely ugly. Yes, there was a baby in me, a glorious creation borne of the love between myself and Bam, but that did nothing to sate my vain concern.
After a few moments in which Bam held me oh so comfortingly, he began once again to kiss my neck and shoulders. Before I could say anything, my depressive thoughts destroyed by the pleasure of his lips, he'd undone my pants and had slid both my jeans and my boxers down to my bare feet. He kissed his way up my neck, over my jaw, and once again latched onto my ear lobe.
"You're beautiful..." He whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin, his loving words tickling my heart until it jumped in my chest.
Was he psychic or something?
My lust and love renewed if not strengthened, I claimed his lips for my own in another wild kiss. I slid my own hands down his stomach, tickling his sensitive hips lightly before I undid his jeans and slid them off. I smiled in amuzement and deepened my kiss. Bam was so hot when he went all comando. We stepped out of our gathered clothes and, before he could protest, I leaned him back onto the bed. Ignoring the strain in my back, I kneeled on the floor, spreading his legs as I sidled up between them. Leaning down, I covered his inner thighs in light butterfly kisses, carressing his legs gently as they wrapped around my back. I felt him squirm restlessly, moaning in need as I teasingly avoided his throbbing cock. I blew on the tip and up the length, my warm breath sending noticable shivers up and down his body as I blew at his tiny curly brown patch of hair. Finally though, as his heels dug painfully into my back (although I would never tell him so), I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth, tonguing the tiny slit on the tip which was already dripping pre-cum. Relaxing my jaw and throat, I took him entirely into me, holding down his hips with my hands as his back arched up at an impossible angle, a loud moan escaping his lips. I grazed my teeth on the underside of his dick as I bobbed my head up and down slowly, reveling in the feel of his hands in my hair and the sound of his moans which were growing louder and louder. I bravely removed one of my hands from his hips, cupping his balls and lightly massaging them with my fingers as I continued to suck him. His grip on my hair was becoming painful, but I ignored it. Bam began to buck his hips up to meet the bobs of my head, and I let him, knowing very well that he was close. Finally though, he arched up once more, legs tightening around me as he came with a scream of my name. I continued to slowly suck him, helping him ride out his orgasm as I instantly swallowed his seed.
I looked up and was completely in awe of the sight before me: a naked Bam, sweaty and covered in heavenly light, glowing with the energy of sex and love as he gazed down at me with half lidded eyes and a smile on his face.
I leaned back, wincing slightly as my back strained painfully. After a moment though, Bam leaned forward, taking my hands and pulling me up on the bed with him. We kissed once again and I was instantly reminded of my own neglected need. But, before I could comprehend what was happening, my mind overwhelmed by the feel of Bam's wandering hands and skillful mouth, he'd slid his hand beneath my bulging stomach, wrapping his fingers around my own shaft. I moaned loudly, surprising Bam for the briefest of moments. He hadn't been expecting me to react so strongly to that simple of a touch. Well, why wouldn't I? It felt heavenly. It was something I'd only dreamed of for almost nine months. And now, it was more than I could ask for. I clutched him to me desperately as he began to move his fingers up and down my cock, massaging my shaft gently as he did so. I moaned loudly, squeezing my eyes shut as the sensations washed over my body and soul. He kissed me, wildly and passionately between my pants of breath. And finally, quicker than normal, this I knew, I came, my load shooting out all over his hand and bed, harder than I could ever remember doing before. I screamed - yes, screamed - and what escaped my lips was the name of my angel. He kissed my lips as his hand continued its motions a few more times before I was completely off my orgasm.
I calmed down finally, looking deeply into his eyes. I rolled over onto my back, ingnoring the slight discomfort created by the heavy weight centered on my body. I was in too much of a high to care about that. I was too much in love. I wrapped my arms around Bam as he rolled over as well, wrapping his arms and legs in mine, resting his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his back softly as he rubbed my stomach. How I was filled with such love for this man. It was overwhelming. It was all consuming. It was true love, this I knew.
"That was amazing, Ville..." Bam whispered.
I smiled. "Yes, it was..."
"You do know I love you, right?" He asked, his voice both humorous and completely serious.
I nodded my head, lightly kissing his forehead. "I love you too, BamBam."
We'd fallen asleep then, completely content and utterly in love. It was only hours later that we awoke close to four in the afternoon. We'd cleaned ourselves up, dressing, spraying on cologne, brushing our hair, and I brushing my teeth. Finally, we made our way down stairs where half the crew were lounging in the living room. They smiled at us mischiviously, and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
"Sounded like you two had a good time." Rake said casually as we walked by.
Bam hit him on the back of the head but didn't deny it, only smiled and chuckled, his own cheeks pink. It made me happier than I could describe to see him open about our relationship with his friends, to see his friends this comfortable with our relationship. This place really did feel like home to me. I settled down on the couch beside Dunn and DiCo, watching the television with them but not really paying attention. My interest was raised after a few minutes though as the MTV news came on, that Serena woman so casually bringing up a tender and nearly forgotten subject.
Upcoming shows scheduled for the Finnish metal band HIM continue to be canceled as lead singer and song writer Ville Valo remains M.I.A. For nearly three months now, Valo has refused to contact record execs and band mates for unknown reasons. Drama with the band seems to be at an all time high these day as the bass player, Mikko Paananen, aka Mige, was arrested, around the same time of Valo's disappearance, for apparently attacking the singer as well as skateboarder Bam Margera at an airport in Munich, Germany. Paananen was cited with resisting arrest as well as disturbing the peace. Currently, the bass player is being held in a German prison awaiting sentensing. Margera was unable to be contacted for any information, but at a resent press conference in the band's home town of Helsinki, Finland, lead guitarist Mikko Lindstrom, better known by fans as Lily Lazer, was quoted with the following: "We have no idea what got into Mige at the airport in Germany. The only thing we know about Ville at the moment is that it might be something physical. He just won't tell us what's up though. We only hope that we can get things in order soon. We don't want to let our fans down any more than we already have." For more updates on the Finnish metal band HIM and the whereabouts of lead singer Ville Valo, stay tuned to MTV news or log onto MTV.com.
I stared at the screen as the reporter continued on to another subject, the information I'd just heard slowly sinking in. The casual air of the room had disappeared with the touchy subject just reported on the tv, a cautious tension filling the space instead. I sighed aloud. It was so tempting to become depressed with this information fresh in mind. My band, my band that I'd put my blood, sweat, and tears into, the band that I'd formed with those I'd once considered brothers, was crumbling to nothing. My one time best friend was in jail for trying to kill Bam and me. And what were the others doing? Well, I didn't know, but if I knew them at all they were probably trying their damnedest to bail Mige out of the German prison. I didn't even want to think about that. Nor did I want to think about the millions of fans that we had let down, that I had let down. I'd loved my fans. I really had. Back in the peak of things, when the band had still been tight as brothers, when Bam had been around as nearly family to all of us, the concerts had been phenomenal. But now, like the reporter had said, it had been nearly three months since I'd 'disappeared'...and they can't do a single show without me, not their oh so familiar, oh so iconic lead singer, oh no. I'd let my fans down.
But, as I said, it was simply a temptation albeit a painfully strong one that I felt. I felt the baby kick, felt it shift around inside of me, and I knew for a fact that, given the choice, I would choose my little family over my fans any day. I turned to Dunn and smacked him on the arm, smiling at him casually although he looked at me with concern.
"Hey, are you hungry? What's say we all go out and get something to eat?" I asked as if I hadn't heard a thing on the television.
"Uh, yeah, I'm hungry." He answered, still looking at me with a bit of worry. "Yo, get your asses up, we're goin' out for food!" He said louder, addressing the rest of the guys.
They all agreed and slowly began to get up to get ready. Dunn offered his hand to me and I took it, wincing slightly at my aching back. I smiled though as Dunn continued to stare at me in worry.
"Hey, don't worry about it." I said, casually resting my hand on his cheek. "And don't look so serious. It doesn't suit you." I patted his cheek a few times, slaping it lightly before walking off with a smirk on my face.
"Hey, watch it Walo." Ryan replied lightly as he took off to go get ready himself.
Again I smirked as I walked over to where Bam was standing by the stairs, leaning on the railing. I took him in my arms and gave him a big hug, resting my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my back and rested his head on my own. Finally though, we loosened up and I looked him in the eye. His own sapphire orbs were full of concern and worry, far deeper than that which had been coming from his best friend's. I smiled at him, kissing his lips lightly.
"Are you sure you're ok, Ville?" He asked gently, worriedly. "No bullshitting?"
"I'm fine, baby." I said, my voice completely confident. "I don't care about that. I care about this." I kissed him again, and again, and finally our lips locked in a passionate kiss.
It was only when chuckles were heard as well as the clearing of throats that we stopped, smiling and chuckling ourselves. Bam ran up the stairs, threw on a shirt, and was back down faster than lightening. Ok, that was an exageration, but he was down pretty damn quick. I grabbed my jacket as we all headed out the door. But their was a collective hault at the sound of a knock at the door. Bam, who was closest to the door, opened it.
I just stared. What the fuck was she doing here?
"Oh, hey Jenn." Bam greeted her casually.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ville's POV
God I felt heavy. It felt as if a ten ton weight had been strapped to my stomach. My back was strained, my legs were sore, everything ached like no other. But I wouldn't tell Bam that. I wouldn't tell anyone that. I could hardly eat more than a little bit at a time because my stomach was being pushed on so much by the baby. I was always hungry though. I don't think there's ever a time when I don't have a piece of food in my hands. And that thought alone makes me feel like such a fatass. I haven't weighed myself, I'm too cowardly to do so, but I know I've probably gained fifty pounds. It depresses me to no end.
But then I look in the mirror at my greatly swollen belly and my depression doesn't seem to sharp. I feel the baby kick, alive and apparently healthy, and my depression is nothing more than a faint ache that I can barely notice. I see the way Bam looks at me, looks at my stomach, I see the way his eyes light up and the smile of a father-to-be stretch across his glowing face, and my depression is nonexistant. How could I be depressed when I can feel the very love radiating off of him for me and the baby? He likes to hold me nowadays, even in front of his friends and brother, and when he does I feel like I am sitting on top of the world. He also likes to massage my belly, fingers gently carressing and feeling our growing baby inside of me. And it feels so good, it really does. How I love my Bammi. Especially now.
Everyone's outside today. It's warm and clear out, the gentle heat allieviated slightly by the occassional cool breeze. I was hunkered down in a lawn chair, ice cold coke in hand, beside DiCo and Rake. We were practically asleep, the sun felt so damn good. The rest of the guys were swimming in the pool or skating, just having a fun time. The air was relaxed if not filled with a calm cheerfulness. There was a normality to everything that felt so familiar and refreshingly good. It had been almost a month and a half since the last of our bad incidents. Jess had recovered from the loss of his parents not two weeks after being disowned, and Bam, with the help of his brother as well as the rest of us, had also recovered soon after. April and Phil were the last things on our minds which was a very good thing.
I watched out of my half lidded eyes as Bam skated his half pipe with Dunn, a lazy smile on my face. He looked so happy and full of life, completely opposite of what he'd been before. He executed trick after trick flawlessly as if he'd never stopped skating. He was shirtless, God was he shirtless. I could see the sweat shimmering on his fit, rippling body. I could see the way his muscles tightened so perfectly. I could see the way he moved so gracefully and thoughtfully on that skinny piece of board that meant so much to him. As he ran a hand through his wet brown curls, smiling at me oh so brightly and lovingly, I smiled larger in return, waving to him lazilly.
If I wasn't half asleep, if I wasn't bloody pregnant, I'd fuck his brains out, I swear. He was so hot right now, all hot and worked up and happy.
I don't know what it is, maybe the fact that I've been pregnant and untouched for nearly nine months, but lately I've been horny as hell. The slightest little thing Bam does will turn me on. But usually, the pain and aches brought on by the huge weight I was carrying turns me off quicker than lightening. Sometimes, I felt the slightest pang of regret that I am pregnant. I can hardly do anything now that I am so big. I can hardly eat anything, I had to piss all the time, I was almost always in pain, and the guys had to accomadate me in some way or other every fucking second. For example, Bam had once upon a time allowed smoking in his house, but now the guys had to smoke outside if they ever wanted a cigarette. Also, I was always the one sitting shot-gun whenever we went anywhere because of my size. Speaking of going out, Bam had a strict limit on where we ate out to nowadays because he didn't want me to be around too much smoke. To say I was a little annoyed because of all this was a big understatement. I felt like I was a burden. I hated that feeling.
I suppose after a while I had fallen asleep in my lawn chair. It was just so comfortable and warm out here. But I was woken up gently by a hand shaking me awake. I yawned and opened my eyes, looking at the person who stood above me lazilly.
"Yo dude, we're all headin' inside. Come on." Raab said finally.
I nodded. I took his offered hand and got to my feet with a bit of a struggle. I headed inside with the rest of the crew and made my way to the kitchen. I dug around in the refridgerator for a little bit before finally grabbing a container of left-overs. I picked at the fried chicken, eating the cold food hungrilly. Hey, it was still good! Only after a few minutes, I felt warm arms slide under my own, wrapping around my waist as warm hands rubbed my belly softly. I closed my eyes and smiled as I felt Bam's head rest against my shoulder. I leaned back into him, still chewing on my food with the smile on my face. I could feel the throb of his heart-beat against my back and it was more satisfying than any musical rhythm I'd heard in my life. I felt him begin to lightly kiss my shoulder, the crook of my neck, my neck, and it sent shivers up and down my spine as his hands roamed so tenderly over my body. I dropped my food back into the container and offhandedly swiped my greazy fingers over the legs of my jeans, cleaning them off before taking Bam's hands in my own. I felt a moan bubble up out of my throat as he kissed my jaw, just below my ear, before sucking so teasingly on my lobe. I felt his hand leave mine and come up to cup my face, turning my face gently so as to kiss it. He was about to kiss me when I suddenly turned just enough for his lips to touch my cheek and not my lips. I looked down, embarrassed, as he looked at me with confused eyes.
"What's wrong, babe?" He asked, his voice quiet and full of concern. He tenderly rubbed my cheek with his thumb.
"I just ate, Bam." I could still taste the flavor of chicken in my mouth. I knew he would taste it too. I didn't want him to be disgusted with me. I didn't want him to think I was fat.
He chuckled, leaning his head on mine momentarilly as he did so. He looked into my eyes then, his blue orbs deep as oceans and full of love. They were so gorgeous. "So what, Ville? That doesn't matter." He softly gripped my chin again. "Besides, I'm hungry." I smiled in amuzement and love just before he claimed my lips with his own.
How can I describe what it feels like to be kissed by Bam? One may as well try to describe what it's like to be touched by an angel, for that is what he is. He is my angel. His lips are so sweet and soft. His tongue is magnificent as it wanders my mouth, clashing with my own. Everything about kissing him is so perfect and right. There really is nothing better than kissing this man. Well, I take that back...there is one thing. I could feel him grind against me from behind, feel his growing erection as we kissed passionately. We hadn't touched sexually in almost nine months let alone had any type of sex. I could feel his need growing. My own need was growing steadilly. It was overwhelming, this unsatisfied need within me. I bit Bam's bottom lip hungrilly as he stopped kissing suddenly.
"Wanna go upstairs?" He asked, his voice deep and husky and turning me on even more.
I nodded and he instantly took my hand in his. Before I knew it, we were in his bedroom and he'd locked the door. He looked at me, his eyes dark and beautiful with lust and love. He approached me, kissing me once more, deeply and passionately yet slowly this time. His hands wrapped around my torso once more, bracing the small of my back as he gently leaned me backwards. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him and kissing him wildly while at the same time trying not to fall backwards. I felt the vibration of his deep moan in my mouth as I ran my hands through his hair. I shivered as he slid his warm hands beneath my shirt, lifting it slowly, and I raised my arms momentarilly to allow him to take it off. I myself ran my fingers over his bare shoulders and chest, tenderly carressing and memorizing all those perfect tones and curves that I hadn't forgotten in all these long months.
When his hands migrated down to my pants, tickling my abdomen as he started to unbutton my jeans, I haulted. I pulled away from his kiss, leaning my head on his shoulder as I clutched to him, breathing deeply. I felt ashamed for doing so, but I couldn't help it. It was broad daylight. There was no way to hide my stomach. And what would he do when he saw my naked body? Would he be disgusted? Would he reject me finally? I wouldn't blame him if he did. I myself felt huge, felt deformed and completely ugly. Yes, there was a baby in me, a glorious creation borne of the love between myself and Bam, but that did nothing to sate my vain concern.
After a few moments in which Bam held me oh so comfortingly, he began once again to kiss my neck and shoulders. Before I could say anything, my depressive thoughts destroyed by the pleasure of his lips, he'd undone my pants and had slid both my jeans and my boxers down to my bare feet. He kissed his way up my neck, over my jaw, and once again latched onto my ear lobe.
"You're beautiful..." He whispered, his warm breath tickling my skin, his loving words tickling my heart until it jumped in my chest.
Was he psychic or something?
My lust and love renewed if not strengthened, I claimed his lips for my own in another wild kiss. I slid my own hands down his stomach, tickling his sensitive hips lightly before I undid his jeans and slid them off. I smiled in amuzement and deepened my kiss. Bam was so hot when he went all comando. We stepped out of our gathered clothes and, before he could protest, I leaned him back onto the bed. Ignoring the strain in my back, I kneeled on the floor, spreading his legs as I sidled up between them. Leaning down, I covered his inner thighs in light butterfly kisses, carressing his legs gently as they wrapped around my back. I felt him squirm restlessly, moaning in need as I teasingly avoided his throbbing cock. I blew on the tip and up the length, my warm breath sending noticable shivers up and down his body as I blew at his tiny curly brown patch of hair. Finally though, as his heels dug painfully into my back (although I would never tell him so), I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth, tonguing the tiny slit on the tip which was already dripping pre-cum. Relaxing my jaw and throat, I took him entirely into me, holding down his hips with my hands as his back arched up at an impossible angle, a loud moan escaping his lips. I grazed my teeth on the underside of his dick as I bobbed my head up and down slowly, reveling in the feel of his hands in my hair and the sound of his moans which were growing louder and louder. I bravely removed one of my hands from his hips, cupping his balls and lightly massaging them with my fingers as I continued to suck him. His grip on my hair was becoming painful, but I ignored it. Bam began to buck his hips up to meet the bobs of my head, and I let him, knowing very well that he was close. Finally though, he arched up once more, legs tightening around me as he came with a scream of my name. I continued to slowly suck him, helping him ride out his orgasm as I instantly swallowed his seed.
I looked up and was completely in awe of the sight before me: a naked Bam, sweaty and covered in heavenly light, glowing with the energy of sex and love as he gazed down at me with half lidded eyes and a smile on his face.
I leaned back, wincing slightly as my back strained painfully. After a moment though, Bam leaned forward, taking my hands and pulling me up on the bed with him. We kissed once again and I was instantly reminded of my own neglected need. But, before I could comprehend what was happening, my mind overwhelmed by the feel of Bam's wandering hands and skillful mouth, he'd slid his hand beneath my bulging stomach, wrapping his fingers around my own shaft. I moaned loudly, surprising Bam for the briefest of moments. He hadn't been expecting me to react so strongly to that simple of a touch. Well, why wouldn't I? It felt heavenly. It was something I'd only dreamed of for almost nine months. And now, it was more than I could ask for. I clutched him to me desperately as he began to move his fingers up and down my cock, massaging my shaft gently as he did so. I moaned loudly, squeezing my eyes shut as the sensations washed over my body and soul. He kissed me, wildly and passionately between my pants of breath. And finally, quicker than normal, this I knew, I came, my load shooting out all over his hand and bed, harder than I could ever remember doing before. I screamed - yes, screamed - and what escaped my lips was the name of my angel. He kissed my lips as his hand continued its motions a few more times before I was completely off my orgasm.
I calmed down finally, looking deeply into his eyes. I rolled over onto my back, ingnoring the slight discomfort created by the heavy weight centered on my body. I was in too much of a high to care about that. I was too much in love. I wrapped my arms around Bam as he rolled over as well, wrapping his arms and legs in mine, resting his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his back softly as he rubbed my stomach. How I was filled with such love for this man. It was overwhelming. It was all consuming. It was true love, this I knew.
"That was amazing, Ville..." Bam whispered.
I smiled. "Yes, it was..."
"You do know I love you, right?" He asked, his voice both humorous and completely serious.
I nodded my head, lightly kissing his forehead. "I love you too, BamBam."
We'd fallen asleep then, completely content and utterly in love. It was only hours later that we awoke close to four in the afternoon. We'd cleaned ourselves up, dressing, spraying on cologne, brushing our hair, and I brushing my teeth. Finally, we made our way down stairs where half the crew were lounging in the living room. They smiled at us mischiviously, and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
"Sounded like you two had a good time." Rake said casually as we walked by.
Bam hit him on the back of the head but didn't deny it, only smiled and chuckled, his own cheeks pink. It made me happier than I could describe to see him open about our relationship with his friends, to see his friends this comfortable with our relationship. This place really did feel like home to me. I settled down on the couch beside Dunn and DiCo, watching the television with them but not really paying attention. My interest was raised after a few minutes though as the MTV news came on, that Serena woman so casually bringing up a tender and nearly forgotten subject.
Upcoming shows scheduled for the Finnish metal band HIM continue to be canceled as lead singer and song writer Ville Valo remains M.I.A. For nearly three months now, Valo has refused to contact record execs and band mates for unknown reasons. Drama with the band seems to be at an all time high these day as the bass player, Mikko Paananen, aka Mige, was arrested, around the same time of Valo's disappearance, for apparently attacking the singer as well as skateboarder Bam Margera at an airport in Munich, Germany. Paananen was cited with resisting arrest as well as disturbing the peace. Currently, the bass player is being held in a German prison awaiting sentensing. Margera was unable to be contacted for any information, but at a resent press conference in the band's home town of Helsinki, Finland, lead guitarist Mikko Lindstrom, better known by fans as Lily Lazer, was quoted with the following: "We have no idea what got into Mige at the airport in Germany. The only thing we know about Ville at the moment is that it might be something physical. He just won't tell us what's up though. We only hope that we can get things in order soon. We don't want to let our fans down any more than we already have." For more updates on the Finnish metal band HIM and the whereabouts of lead singer Ville Valo, stay tuned to MTV news or log onto MTV.com.
I stared at the screen as the reporter continued on to another subject, the information I'd just heard slowly sinking in. The casual air of the room had disappeared with the touchy subject just reported on the tv, a cautious tension filling the space instead. I sighed aloud. It was so tempting to become depressed with this information fresh in mind. My band, my band that I'd put my blood, sweat, and tears into, the band that I'd formed with those I'd once considered brothers, was crumbling to nothing. My one time best friend was in jail for trying to kill Bam and me. And what were the others doing? Well, I didn't know, but if I knew them at all they were probably trying their damnedest to bail Mige out of the German prison. I didn't even want to think about that. Nor did I want to think about the millions of fans that we had let down, that I had let down. I'd loved my fans. I really had. Back in the peak of things, when the band had still been tight as brothers, when Bam had been around as nearly family to all of us, the concerts had been phenomenal. But now, like the reporter had said, it had been nearly three months since I'd 'disappeared'...and they can't do a single show without me, not their oh so familiar, oh so iconic lead singer, oh no. I'd let my fans down.
But, as I said, it was simply a temptation albeit a painfully strong one that I felt. I felt the baby kick, felt it shift around inside of me, and I knew for a fact that, given the choice, I would choose my little family over my fans any day. I turned to Dunn and smacked him on the arm, smiling at him casually although he looked at me with concern.
"Hey, are you hungry? What's say we all go out and get something to eat?" I asked as if I hadn't heard a thing on the television.
"Uh, yeah, I'm hungry." He answered, still looking at me with a bit of worry. "Yo, get your asses up, we're goin' out for food!" He said louder, addressing the rest of the guys.
They all agreed and slowly began to get up to get ready. Dunn offered his hand to me and I took it, wincing slightly at my aching back. I smiled though as Dunn continued to stare at me in worry.
"Hey, don't worry about it." I said, casually resting my hand on his cheek. "And don't look so serious. It doesn't suit you." I patted his cheek a few times, slaping it lightly before walking off with a smirk on my face.
"Hey, watch it Walo." Ryan replied lightly as he took off to go get ready himself.
Again I smirked as I walked over to where Bam was standing by the stairs, leaning on the railing. I took him in my arms and gave him a big hug, resting my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my back and rested his head on my own. Finally though, we loosened up and I looked him in the eye. His own sapphire orbs were full of concern and worry, far deeper than that which had been coming from his best friend's. I smiled at him, kissing his lips lightly.
"Are you sure you're ok, Ville?" He asked gently, worriedly. "No bullshitting?"
"I'm fine, baby." I said, my voice completely confident. "I don't care about that. I care about this." I kissed him again, and again, and finally our lips locked in a passionate kiss.
It was only when chuckles were heard as well as the clearing of throats that we stopped, smiling and chuckling ourselves. Bam ran up the stairs, threw on a shirt, and was back down faster than lightening. Ok, that was an exageration, but he was down pretty damn quick. I grabbed my jacket as we all headed out the door. But their was a collective hault at the sound of a knock at the door. Bam, who was closest to the door, opened it.
I just stared. What the fuck was she doing here?
"Oh, hey Jenn." Bam greeted her casually.