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Title: The Mile High Club
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Vam, duh
Summary: Bam just wanted to get onto his flight and get to Finland without being noticed or bothered… but he doesn’t succeed. Instead, he’s propositioned by a young, beautiful Fin heading home who doesn’t appear to recognize him as the famous Bam Margera; and really, who would turn down an invitation to join the Mile-High Club with somebody like that? Bathroom sex, and notes left in pockets.
Disclaimer: Not real, that I know of.
Notes: This is long as fuck. Hopefully you guys still read it…
I’ve always hated airplanes; airports - anything that forces me to deal with multitudes of people and then be launched into the air is just not something that is very appealing to me. But dealing with my career, not flying is not an option.
So here I was, checking myself into the airport, on a flight to Finland, the middle of nowhere as far as I was concerned, for some skate demo that I felt too exhausted for. My life had just been flipped upside down and it was hectic; I usually preferred it this way, but for some reason right now all I needed was just some kind of fucking release and I doubted I’d find it in Finland.
I managed to somehow get through the airport and onto the airplane with cap pulled low without some asshole yelling out my name and announcing my presence; I settled into my seat, thankful, yet dreading the impending twenty hour flight.
Fuck, this is going to be boring.
I watched other people slowly board the plane, noting that this was a sparse flight, not many people frequently trafficked to Finland, I suspected. I leaned my head against the window and peered out at the workers scurrying to load the other passenger’s baggage; I had no bag among them, they’d manage to lose it anyway. I sighed, and lifted my eyes to see a family board the plane, the young teenage girl’s eyes catching mine, hers widening to saucers and quickly tugging at her mothers forearm.
But her mother only shook her head and drug the girl away from me. I managed a laugh at this, and reached up to slide the first class passenger curtain to the side to shield me from the rest of the prying eyes.
I just wanted peace.
But no sooner had I closed it then it was slid open again and a tall, slender man stepped through it. He offered me a tired but genuine smile before reclosing the curtain and moving to a seat only slightly distanced from my own. He sighed with relief as he sank into the soft cushion; he made no pretense that he knew nor cared who I was; I didn’t recognize him so I simply placed him as a random rich person who had the luxury of flying first class.
I returned my gaze back to the ground as workers continued swarming around, yelling things I couldn’t hear and didn’t really care to. It didn’t matter; I would never see them again in my life, they’d disappear from my memory as this plane slid off the tarmac. My eyes glanced warily to the bar now, noticing how well stocked it was - something to look forward to.
Now I felt eyes lingering on me, and I turned my head just in time to see the only other first class passenger turn away with a whip of his shaggy and slightly curly dark brown locks. I smirked.
Maybe he did recognize me after all.
I swear, Margera your fame is getting to your head. Not everybody who looks at you recognizes you. You’re either paranoid or big headed and neither is good.
….Maybe he just finds you cute.
I considered this, my hand moving up to scratch lazily at my own curly brown locks.
Nah.
Maybe?
I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind as the captain made a mention of fastening all seatbelts. A stewardess popped her head into the cabin to see that we were settled before smiling widely and ducking back, her eyes glinting when they rested on mine.
In response, as usual I only sank down into the seat further, sighing. Then I turned to look and noticed the other man’s green eyes resting on mine. He smiled warmly at me again, before winking and turning away.
Wait, winking?
I shook my head and peered out of the window as we started to move down the runway. This was going to be a long flight.
I resigned myself to slumping against my seat, staring out the window as the ground level of the world slid away and I fell asleep.
I woke up some time later with a faint feeling of someone looking at me, and the soft words of someone with a thick accent. My bleary eyes opened and I looked around to see that the only other first class passenger was now seated at the bar in front of the server; alcohol sounded like a good idea. I staggered over to the small but well equipped bar, sliding myself onto one of the plush red seats and looking around.
“What time is it?” I yawned and the handsome man two seats down from me laughed. “About six hours after you fell asleep,” he responded once he had finished his amusement; I quickly realized that the thick accent I’d heard earlier belonged to him. I couldn’t quite place it, and I didn’t bother -- instead I simply nodded, motioning to the server that I wanted whatever he had handy. He placed a simple Budweiser bottle in front of me which I graciously opened, as he turned and exited the first class area.
“So…” the thick accent picked up and I felt the man slide over a seat to be closer to me without invading my space. “What are you doing in Finland?” he questioned. The question was simple, but for the fact that I wasn’t that into meeting new people. I took another swig of my beer before I finally resigned myself to not to be so rude to this random lonely stranger.
“I have a demo,” I muttered, refilling the empty space the words had left in my throat with more beer.
“A demo? I’m sorry… English isn’t my first language,” he replied apologetically.
I nodded. “I skate for a living… I’m going over there to skate for people and show off my skateboards.”
“Ah,” a smile lit up the man’s face, something that I noticed made his brilliant green eyes dance beautifully. “I understand now.”
I gave a wane smile back to him, chugging down the rest of my beer.
“I’m Ville, by the way,” he suddenly cut back in and I just nodded.
“I’m Bam.”
He laughed again and I noticed his laugh bordered between enticing and obnoxious. “What kind of name is Bam?”
I laughed slightly, relaxing when I finally realized that this guy didn’t know who I was; at this time I slid off my seat and walked around the bar to grab us two more beers, and maybe loosen up the conversation a little more.
Five or six beers and some blurrier vision later, Ville had managed to slide into the seat next to me, leaning onto the bar and staring up into my eyes.
I felt weird; he was just staring at me, his mouth opened slightly as his head tilted to the side; then his lips came together in yet another smile.
“You have really pretty eyes,” he muttered with his alcohol thickened accent. “Really pretty.”
I laughed the intoxicated laugh I lived by half the time. “No, yours are pretty. Mine are just gay.”
“Eh,” he laughed back, placing a hand on my shoulder, “there’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
I started to laugh but stopped when he suddenly lurched forward; I would assume he was going for a kiss, but somehow he only managed to startle me, and somehow knock me backwards onto the ground, with a loud thud; his thin body following after and landing on top of me. We giggled like school girls as a flight attendant moved into the room, eyes wide. “Are you guys okay?”
We both continued laughing, lying on the floor before one of us managed to nod to her and dismiss her from the room. And then his laugh stopped again; and we were back to where we had been roughly a minute before.
Only this time his lips found mine. I could taste the alcohol on his breath, and it mingled with mine as his mouth opened and his tongue slid out to meet mine.
I gave in the kiss faster than I'd given into anything in my life, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled his slender body so close to mine it seemed I was pulling the air from him; and he didn't care. His hands ran up my sides and moved into my curls, tugging them lightly as he nibbled slightly on my bottom lip. I moaned slightly and this caused him to break into another fit of deep throated giggles, before he rolled off of me and lay on his back beside me on the floor.
"Well, that was interesting," he breathed, turning his head to the side so that he could meet my rather disappointed gaze. "Awww, don't pout, sweetie, it was just a kiss."
My bottom lip protruded slightly in a pouting expression that I had not used in some time. "But... but..." I stammered searching for the words to say it nicely, before finally blurting it out in true Bam Margera no-tact fashion, “Now you got me all hard and shit, and you're just going to leave me hanging?"
He snickered slightly and moved his hand to push a lock of hair off of my forehead. "Well... if I said I was willing to take you to join the Mile High Club, would you have just followed me?" he teased.
"Hell yes. With how I'm feeling right now, I'd follow you right out the fucking emergency exit door!" This was typical drunken banter for me, but at the same time I meant it, and I knew he knew I meant it as his eyes widened slightly and then a seductive grin slithered onto his lips.
"Oh?" he asked, turning onto his side and raising himself to be leaning over me slightly, still out of reach to my drunken laziness.
"Yes!" I replied to him honestly, my hands doing a slight leap from the floor before landing back with a thud.
His smirk remained on his face as he leaned over, a hand resting on my chest and pressed another kiss to my lips, quick and needy, his hand moving to stroke my side, before he pulled away. "Well, then, Mister Random First Class Passenger. You're officially being invited to join the fucking Mile High Club. Staying true to your word?"
I heard him laugh as I quickly moved from the floor at a speed most would not expect from someone intoxicated; I turned back to seem him taking his dear sweet time climbing up from the floor, before stepping up to me and wrapping his arms around me. Our lips met again, as he steered me backwards into a rather large bathroom of the first class.
My back was against my wall, hands attempting to be distracted from Ville's hard stomach long enough to slide the lock over. Finally, he pulled his lips from mine, looking down to grasp the lock and slide it over.
Occupied.
Instead of returning his lips to mine, he simply slid his hand over mine, up my arm, before sliding it across my chest to my face where his thumb lazily stroked my cheek.
"Magnificent," he muttered, pulling my face towards his for another kiss, as his hand then moved down my body until it squirmed underneath my shirt, causing me to gasp slightly as he touched skin.
He smirked. "Do you want to stop?" he questioned as his hand slid to rest on my belt buckle, set low enough on my smooth abdomen to almost feel the heat from his hand on my hardened member.
"Fuck NO!" I replied, a little too loudly; but Ville didn't care, he simply slid his hand over and down my hip bones, his body pushing me back against the door so that his groin came into contact with mine; he was as hard and excited as I was. I shuddered slightly, my hands sliding around his waist and we shared a lazy kiss; much more innocent than I would have expected for the situation. But I allowed his mouth to guide mine, and the tantalizingly slow movements built up a large frustration; he was teasing me. "Fuck Ville," I whimpered.
"Yeah..." he replied, smirking against my lips. "That's the plan."
Then he took the hem of my shirt, pulling it roughly off of me, my unruly hair falling randomly and splaying every which way.
We both laughed slightly and finally stopped kissing, his hands sliding inward. "Last chance to cancel your application," he muttered, lowering himself down on his knees, his green eyes glinting up at me.
Why the fuck would I duck out now?
I only smiled, twined my hands into his dark locks, and replied, "I'd have to be fucking nuts to do that."
Then his hands were at my belt buckle, the button of my jeans, the zipper; and then my boxers were on the ground. My cock stood now more comfortably, but still straining against the cotton of my boxers; a fact which Ville noted immediately. "Hmmm... these have to go too," he only muttered in a slightly drunken ramble before grasping the fabric firmly and pulling them down without warning; a few semi-smooth movements later I stood naked with a gorgeous man on his knees before me, my hands still tangled in his hair as he eyed my cock.
I'm in fucking heaven.
But that heaven shattered and was replaced by a high plateau as his warm mouth engulfed my cock. A strangled, surprised moan ripped from my throat and I fell slightly backwards against the door, managing to maintain my balance and look down as his eyes locked with mine; a smirk with his eyes. He knew he was good; he knew the feelings he was sending through my entire body was something that I'd never felt in my entire life, no matter how many boys or girls I had messed around with. He continued sucking me through my moans; pushing me deep into his mouth only to pull me out and tease my tip with his tongue as I clawed at his locks until I finally shot down his throat.
He smiled and swallowed it, kissing me straight afterward; my taste still lingered on his tongue, bitter and salty but not entirely unpleasant. He kissed along my cheek, nibbling on my earlobe, his hands still moving over my body idly, my arms still resting around his waist before finally groping for flush skin. His shirt was easily discarded and soon without my entire knowledge I started to kiss all along his chest, shoulders, arms, whatever I could reach; my lips moved without any prior incentive, though impassioned with his low breathy moans he emitted when I dug my teeth into the thin flesh of his collarbone. My fingernails dug slightly into the skin of his back and his hips bucked into mine; gentle soft kisses were then placed along his collarbone before another fierce bite -- a louder moan.
I liked this game.
My fingernails trailed over and then down his sides; I could feel him smiling, eyes closed as he soaked in my movements, his stiff erection still pushing against my hips. I felt my own cock twitch within the unmeasured time that I teased him, before he finally just grabbed my hands.
"Teasing isn't nice Bammie," he smiled, backing me once again against the door, before his lips trailed to my cheek and to my neck where they sank in with little warning. "Well, it's nice... but it’s not quite nice enough." His hands down my chest again, fondling my slowly rehardening dick as he kissed over the bite and licked along my jaw bone. I was in sheer ecstasy, unable and unwilling to go anywhere else. Soon our lips found each other again, and in the heat of the kiss I was now unable to restrain myself from grasping frantically at his zipper.
He smiled once again into the kiss, finally grasping my hands and undoing his own pants; he was so much calmer than I was; he was in control. I didn’t mind, I allowed his hands to continue roaming over my body, grasping my ass and kneading it, kissing, kissing, kissing.
“Are you ready Bam?” he whispered hoarsely into my ear, stooping down to retrieve a small bottle of lube and a condom from the back of his pants. I thought only momentarily of why he would care those around, but was interrupted as he lubed one of his fingers and began to press it into my body. I gasped and cursed slightly; he grinned at me and thrust his finger deeper, wiggling it and teasing me.
“Fuck, Ville,” I muttered under my breath as he added a second one and twisted his fingers, scissoring. “Fuck, just do it.”
His grin never faltered ass he removed his fingers from my entrance, taking the time to put on a condom and apply a liberal amount to his erection; slowly, my eyes lingering over his length. I bit my lip and watched him slowly stroke himself, before I finally grunted softly.
I want some of that too you know.
He leaned in, pushing another kiss to my lips, then, without warning, lifted me from the ground, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as my back leaned against the door. One more devilish grin before his arm snaked under me, grasping his erection and forced it into my hole.
I groaned and thrashed slightly; the pain there but bearable; I was no virgin, but this was no a particular position I had become accustomed to. But I discarded this thought as he began to rock slightly into me, his forehead falling onto mine, eyes closed. Our hips moved together in small thrusts at first, gaining speed; more, more, as our moans became progressively louder, a scream ripping from my throat as his erection finally struck my prostate head on. “Fuck Ville!” He laughed nervously, hands grasping my hips as he continued pounding into me, my short fingernails digging into his shoulders and body quickly becoming soaked in sweat. His body was trembling and he began to bite at his bottom lip; I knew he was close. I moved my hand down and began to stroke my own cock, preparing for what could possibly be the best orgasm of my life.
And then it was there, I was over the edge; I was floating into the oblivion, gasping and grasping at Ville for dear life, as he grunted my name and emptied himself into me.
Then we were on the floor, breathing heavily and blinking through lust laden lids. He pulled me into his arms, between his legs, holding me against his chest with his head resting against my shoulder; I couldn’t help but just smile and let him hold me; it had been awhile and it felt good, even as the remembrance that I had met this man only hours before.
Then there was a sharp tap on the door. “Are you okay in there?” a nervous female voice asked, as if she was doing this without her own will.
“Yes, ma’am, thanks,” Ville called back, his thick accent focusing back into my ears before the woman’s heels clicked away and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Welcome to the Mile-High Club,” he whispered, winking slightly. “Guess we’d better get dressed and get out of here.”
Reluctantly we pulled our bodies apart and moved to gather and put our clothes back on. Sliding the lock on the door, he pulled me in for one last kiss. “That was amazing,” he muttered. I couldn’t help but smile and blush slightly, heading back into the seating area. He grasped my hand until he got to his seat, where he gave a lingering smile, and sat down. I continued on to my seat, where I quickly fell asleep, the sex I had just experienced being rather exhausting.
I was shaken away an innumerous amount of hours later. “Mr. Margera, we are currently deboarding, if you would please gather your things and exit the plane,” the flight attendant gave me a nervous smile; she was probably the one that had knocked on the bathroom door earlier. I smiled and nodded, standing to stretch and looking around.
Ville was gone.
I looked around almost frantically; surely he wouldn’t have just left?
But he had, I finally allowed myself to realize as I left the plane. He just left.
Not that I could have expected more; but I could have at least hoped for a goodbye.
Filtering through the airport, I yawned widely, scanning faces hoping he would pop back up, hugging me and pressing a kiss to my cheek, his thick accent dragging out his apology. But he didn’t appear… at least not in person.
Heading to a nearby coffee place in the airport, I passed a small newspaper and magazine cart, and stopped dead in my tracks. In an entire row, Ville’s face smiling back at me, amid a flurry of headlines proclaiming him to be Finland’s best new rock star, among other things in Finnish that I couldn’t read.
I gaped slightly at them in disbelief, before finally digging into my pocket to retrieve a folded bill, grasping the closest English printed magazine. I pressed the bill into the vender’s hand with a “Keep the change.” He smiled and nodded before pointing to the ground, “Oh, and you drop something there.” I turned around to snatch up a piece of paper from the ground, opening it to see an untidy script that made my heart stop in my chest.
Dearest Bam Margera,
Welcome to the Mile-High Club. You are wonderful. If you have a chance, maybe you could stop by?
And below that, an address was scribbled that I could barely decipher, but still made my heart leap. I never told him my last name… I only smiled to myself and slipped the paper back into my pocket, quickly turning to leave the airport.
This man was full of surprises.
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A/N: Gah, that was long as fuck. I’m not entirely satisfied, but really, I’ve been working on this for awhile, I just want to get it out there, and see if any of you guys actually read this! Please let me know, I’m desperate to know I didn’t write this for nothing.
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Vam, duh
Summary: Bam just wanted to get onto his flight and get to Finland without being noticed or bothered… but he doesn’t succeed. Instead, he’s propositioned by a young, beautiful Fin heading home who doesn’t appear to recognize him as the famous Bam Margera; and really, who would turn down an invitation to join the Mile-High Club with somebody like that? Bathroom sex, and notes left in pockets.
Disclaimer: Not real, that I know of.
Notes: This is long as fuck. Hopefully you guys still read it…
I’ve always hated airplanes; airports - anything that forces me to deal with multitudes of people and then be launched into the air is just not something that is very appealing to me. But dealing with my career, not flying is not an option.
So here I was, checking myself into the airport, on a flight to Finland, the middle of nowhere as far as I was concerned, for some skate demo that I felt too exhausted for. My life had just been flipped upside down and it was hectic; I usually preferred it this way, but for some reason right now all I needed was just some kind of fucking release and I doubted I’d find it in Finland.
I managed to somehow get through the airport and onto the airplane with cap pulled low without some asshole yelling out my name and announcing my presence; I settled into my seat, thankful, yet dreading the impending twenty hour flight.
Fuck, this is going to be boring.
I watched other people slowly board the plane, noting that this was a sparse flight, not many people frequently trafficked to Finland, I suspected. I leaned my head against the window and peered out at the workers scurrying to load the other passenger’s baggage; I had no bag among them, they’d manage to lose it anyway. I sighed, and lifted my eyes to see a family board the plane, the young teenage girl’s eyes catching mine, hers widening to saucers and quickly tugging at her mothers forearm.
But her mother only shook her head and drug the girl away from me. I managed a laugh at this, and reached up to slide the first class passenger curtain to the side to shield me from the rest of the prying eyes.
I just wanted peace.
But no sooner had I closed it then it was slid open again and a tall, slender man stepped through it. He offered me a tired but genuine smile before reclosing the curtain and moving to a seat only slightly distanced from my own. He sighed with relief as he sank into the soft cushion; he made no pretense that he knew nor cared who I was; I didn’t recognize him so I simply placed him as a random rich person who had the luxury of flying first class.
I returned my gaze back to the ground as workers continued swarming around, yelling things I couldn’t hear and didn’t really care to. It didn’t matter; I would never see them again in my life, they’d disappear from my memory as this plane slid off the tarmac. My eyes glanced warily to the bar now, noticing how well stocked it was - something to look forward to.
Now I felt eyes lingering on me, and I turned my head just in time to see the only other first class passenger turn away with a whip of his shaggy and slightly curly dark brown locks. I smirked.
Maybe he did recognize me after all.
I swear, Margera your fame is getting to your head. Not everybody who looks at you recognizes you. You’re either paranoid or big headed and neither is good.
….Maybe he just finds you cute.
I considered this, my hand moving up to scratch lazily at my own curly brown locks.
Nah.
Maybe?
I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind as the captain made a mention of fastening all seatbelts. A stewardess popped her head into the cabin to see that we were settled before smiling widely and ducking back, her eyes glinting when they rested on mine.
In response, as usual I only sank down into the seat further, sighing. Then I turned to look and noticed the other man’s green eyes resting on mine. He smiled warmly at me again, before winking and turning away.
Wait, winking?
I shook my head and peered out of the window as we started to move down the runway. This was going to be a long flight.
I resigned myself to slumping against my seat, staring out the window as the ground level of the world slid away and I fell asleep.
I woke up some time later with a faint feeling of someone looking at me, and the soft words of someone with a thick accent. My bleary eyes opened and I looked around to see that the only other first class passenger was now seated at the bar in front of the server; alcohol sounded like a good idea. I staggered over to the small but well equipped bar, sliding myself onto one of the plush red seats and looking around.
“What time is it?” I yawned and the handsome man two seats down from me laughed. “About six hours after you fell asleep,” he responded once he had finished his amusement; I quickly realized that the thick accent I’d heard earlier belonged to him. I couldn’t quite place it, and I didn’t bother -- instead I simply nodded, motioning to the server that I wanted whatever he had handy. He placed a simple Budweiser bottle in front of me which I graciously opened, as he turned and exited the first class area.
“So…” the thick accent picked up and I felt the man slide over a seat to be closer to me without invading my space. “What are you doing in Finland?” he questioned. The question was simple, but for the fact that I wasn’t that into meeting new people. I took another swig of my beer before I finally resigned myself to not to be so rude to this random lonely stranger.
“I have a demo,” I muttered, refilling the empty space the words had left in my throat with more beer.
“A demo? I’m sorry… English isn’t my first language,” he replied apologetically.
I nodded. “I skate for a living… I’m going over there to skate for people and show off my skateboards.”
“Ah,” a smile lit up the man’s face, something that I noticed made his brilliant green eyes dance beautifully. “I understand now.”
I gave a wane smile back to him, chugging down the rest of my beer.
“I’m Ville, by the way,” he suddenly cut back in and I just nodded.
“I’m Bam.”
He laughed again and I noticed his laugh bordered between enticing and obnoxious. “What kind of name is Bam?”
I laughed slightly, relaxing when I finally realized that this guy didn’t know who I was; at this time I slid off my seat and walked around the bar to grab us two more beers, and maybe loosen up the conversation a little more.
Five or six beers and some blurrier vision later, Ville had managed to slide into the seat next to me, leaning onto the bar and staring up into my eyes.
I felt weird; he was just staring at me, his mouth opened slightly as his head tilted to the side; then his lips came together in yet another smile.
“You have really pretty eyes,” he muttered with his alcohol thickened accent. “Really pretty.”
I laughed the intoxicated laugh I lived by half the time. “No, yours are pretty. Mine are just gay.”
“Eh,” he laughed back, placing a hand on my shoulder, “there’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
I started to laugh but stopped when he suddenly lurched forward; I would assume he was going for a kiss, but somehow he only managed to startle me, and somehow knock me backwards onto the ground, with a loud thud; his thin body following after and landing on top of me. We giggled like school girls as a flight attendant moved into the room, eyes wide. “Are you guys okay?”
We both continued laughing, lying on the floor before one of us managed to nod to her and dismiss her from the room. And then his laugh stopped again; and we were back to where we had been roughly a minute before.
Only this time his lips found mine. I could taste the alcohol on his breath, and it mingled with mine as his mouth opened and his tongue slid out to meet mine.
I gave in the kiss faster than I'd given into anything in my life, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled his slender body so close to mine it seemed I was pulling the air from him; and he didn't care. His hands ran up my sides and moved into my curls, tugging them lightly as he nibbled slightly on my bottom lip. I moaned slightly and this caused him to break into another fit of deep throated giggles, before he rolled off of me and lay on his back beside me on the floor.
"Well, that was interesting," he breathed, turning his head to the side so that he could meet my rather disappointed gaze. "Awww, don't pout, sweetie, it was just a kiss."
My bottom lip protruded slightly in a pouting expression that I had not used in some time. "But... but..." I stammered searching for the words to say it nicely, before finally blurting it out in true Bam Margera no-tact fashion, “Now you got me all hard and shit, and you're just going to leave me hanging?"
He snickered slightly and moved his hand to push a lock of hair off of my forehead. "Well... if I said I was willing to take you to join the Mile High Club, would you have just followed me?" he teased.
"Hell yes. With how I'm feeling right now, I'd follow you right out the fucking emergency exit door!" This was typical drunken banter for me, but at the same time I meant it, and I knew he knew I meant it as his eyes widened slightly and then a seductive grin slithered onto his lips.
"Oh?" he asked, turning onto his side and raising himself to be leaning over me slightly, still out of reach to my drunken laziness.
"Yes!" I replied to him honestly, my hands doing a slight leap from the floor before landing back with a thud.
His smirk remained on his face as he leaned over, a hand resting on my chest and pressed another kiss to my lips, quick and needy, his hand moving to stroke my side, before he pulled away. "Well, then, Mister Random First Class Passenger. You're officially being invited to join the fucking Mile High Club. Staying true to your word?"
I heard him laugh as I quickly moved from the floor at a speed most would not expect from someone intoxicated; I turned back to seem him taking his dear sweet time climbing up from the floor, before stepping up to me and wrapping his arms around me. Our lips met again, as he steered me backwards into a rather large bathroom of the first class.
My back was against my wall, hands attempting to be distracted from Ville's hard stomach long enough to slide the lock over. Finally, he pulled his lips from mine, looking down to grasp the lock and slide it over.
Occupied.
Instead of returning his lips to mine, he simply slid his hand over mine, up my arm, before sliding it across my chest to my face where his thumb lazily stroked my cheek.
"Magnificent," he muttered, pulling my face towards his for another kiss, as his hand then moved down my body until it squirmed underneath my shirt, causing me to gasp slightly as he touched skin.
He smirked. "Do you want to stop?" he questioned as his hand slid to rest on my belt buckle, set low enough on my smooth abdomen to almost feel the heat from his hand on my hardened member.
"Fuck NO!" I replied, a little too loudly; but Ville didn't care, he simply slid his hand over and down my hip bones, his body pushing me back against the door so that his groin came into contact with mine; he was as hard and excited as I was. I shuddered slightly, my hands sliding around his waist and we shared a lazy kiss; much more innocent than I would have expected for the situation. But I allowed his mouth to guide mine, and the tantalizingly slow movements built up a large frustration; he was teasing me. "Fuck Ville," I whimpered.
"Yeah..." he replied, smirking against my lips. "That's the plan."
Then he took the hem of my shirt, pulling it roughly off of me, my unruly hair falling randomly and splaying every which way.
We both laughed slightly and finally stopped kissing, his hands sliding inward. "Last chance to cancel your application," he muttered, lowering himself down on his knees, his green eyes glinting up at me.
Why the fuck would I duck out now?
I only smiled, twined my hands into his dark locks, and replied, "I'd have to be fucking nuts to do that."
Then his hands were at my belt buckle, the button of my jeans, the zipper; and then my boxers were on the ground. My cock stood now more comfortably, but still straining against the cotton of my boxers; a fact which Ville noted immediately. "Hmmm... these have to go too," he only muttered in a slightly drunken ramble before grasping the fabric firmly and pulling them down without warning; a few semi-smooth movements later I stood naked with a gorgeous man on his knees before me, my hands still tangled in his hair as he eyed my cock.
I'm in fucking heaven.
But that heaven shattered and was replaced by a high plateau as his warm mouth engulfed my cock. A strangled, surprised moan ripped from my throat and I fell slightly backwards against the door, managing to maintain my balance and look down as his eyes locked with mine; a smirk with his eyes. He knew he was good; he knew the feelings he was sending through my entire body was something that I'd never felt in my entire life, no matter how many boys or girls I had messed around with. He continued sucking me through my moans; pushing me deep into his mouth only to pull me out and tease my tip with his tongue as I clawed at his locks until I finally shot down his throat.
He smiled and swallowed it, kissing me straight afterward; my taste still lingered on his tongue, bitter and salty but not entirely unpleasant. He kissed along my cheek, nibbling on my earlobe, his hands still moving over my body idly, my arms still resting around his waist before finally groping for flush skin. His shirt was easily discarded and soon without my entire knowledge I started to kiss all along his chest, shoulders, arms, whatever I could reach; my lips moved without any prior incentive, though impassioned with his low breathy moans he emitted when I dug my teeth into the thin flesh of his collarbone. My fingernails dug slightly into the skin of his back and his hips bucked into mine; gentle soft kisses were then placed along his collarbone before another fierce bite -- a louder moan.
I liked this game.
My fingernails trailed over and then down his sides; I could feel him smiling, eyes closed as he soaked in my movements, his stiff erection still pushing against my hips. I felt my own cock twitch within the unmeasured time that I teased him, before he finally just grabbed my hands.
"Teasing isn't nice Bammie," he smiled, backing me once again against the door, before his lips trailed to my cheek and to my neck where they sank in with little warning. "Well, it's nice... but it’s not quite nice enough." His hands down my chest again, fondling my slowly rehardening dick as he kissed over the bite and licked along my jaw bone. I was in sheer ecstasy, unable and unwilling to go anywhere else. Soon our lips found each other again, and in the heat of the kiss I was now unable to restrain myself from grasping frantically at his zipper.
He smiled once again into the kiss, finally grasping my hands and undoing his own pants; he was so much calmer than I was; he was in control. I didn’t mind, I allowed his hands to continue roaming over my body, grasping my ass and kneading it, kissing, kissing, kissing.
“Are you ready Bam?” he whispered hoarsely into my ear, stooping down to retrieve a small bottle of lube and a condom from the back of his pants. I thought only momentarily of why he would care those around, but was interrupted as he lubed one of his fingers and began to press it into my body. I gasped and cursed slightly; he grinned at me and thrust his finger deeper, wiggling it and teasing me.
“Fuck, Ville,” I muttered under my breath as he added a second one and twisted his fingers, scissoring. “Fuck, just do it.”
His grin never faltered ass he removed his fingers from my entrance, taking the time to put on a condom and apply a liberal amount to his erection; slowly, my eyes lingering over his length. I bit my lip and watched him slowly stroke himself, before I finally grunted softly.
I want some of that too you know.
He leaned in, pushing another kiss to my lips, then, without warning, lifted me from the ground, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as my back leaned against the door. One more devilish grin before his arm snaked under me, grasping his erection and forced it into my hole.
I groaned and thrashed slightly; the pain there but bearable; I was no virgin, but this was no a particular position I had become accustomed to. But I discarded this thought as he began to rock slightly into me, his forehead falling onto mine, eyes closed. Our hips moved together in small thrusts at first, gaining speed; more, more, as our moans became progressively louder, a scream ripping from my throat as his erection finally struck my prostate head on. “Fuck Ville!” He laughed nervously, hands grasping my hips as he continued pounding into me, my short fingernails digging into his shoulders and body quickly becoming soaked in sweat. His body was trembling and he began to bite at his bottom lip; I knew he was close. I moved my hand down and began to stroke my own cock, preparing for what could possibly be the best orgasm of my life.
And then it was there, I was over the edge; I was floating into the oblivion, gasping and grasping at Ville for dear life, as he grunted my name and emptied himself into me.
Then we were on the floor, breathing heavily and blinking through lust laden lids. He pulled me into his arms, between his legs, holding me against his chest with his head resting against my shoulder; I couldn’t help but just smile and let him hold me; it had been awhile and it felt good, even as the remembrance that I had met this man only hours before.
Then there was a sharp tap on the door. “Are you okay in there?” a nervous female voice asked, as if she was doing this without her own will.
“Yes, ma’am, thanks,” Ville called back, his thick accent focusing back into my ears before the woman’s heels clicked away and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Welcome to the Mile-High Club,” he whispered, winking slightly. “Guess we’d better get dressed and get out of here.”
Reluctantly we pulled our bodies apart and moved to gather and put our clothes back on. Sliding the lock on the door, he pulled me in for one last kiss. “That was amazing,” he muttered. I couldn’t help but smile and blush slightly, heading back into the seating area. He grasped my hand until he got to his seat, where he gave a lingering smile, and sat down. I continued on to my seat, where I quickly fell asleep, the sex I had just experienced being rather exhausting.
I was shaken away an innumerous amount of hours later. “Mr. Margera, we are currently deboarding, if you would please gather your things and exit the plane,” the flight attendant gave me a nervous smile; she was probably the one that had knocked on the bathroom door earlier. I smiled and nodded, standing to stretch and looking around.
Ville was gone.
I looked around almost frantically; surely he wouldn’t have just left?
But he had, I finally allowed myself to realize as I left the plane. He just left.
Not that I could have expected more; but I could have at least hoped for a goodbye.
Filtering through the airport, I yawned widely, scanning faces hoping he would pop back up, hugging me and pressing a kiss to my cheek, his thick accent dragging out his apology. But he didn’t appear… at least not in person.
Heading to a nearby coffee place in the airport, I passed a small newspaper and magazine cart, and stopped dead in my tracks. In an entire row, Ville’s face smiling back at me, amid a flurry of headlines proclaiming him to be Finland’s best new rock star, among other things in Finnish that I couldn’t read.
I gaped slightly at them in disbelief, before finally digging into my pocket to retrieve a folded bill, grasping the closest English printed magazine. I pressed the bill into the vender’s hand with a “Keep the change.” He smiled and nodded before pointing to the ground, “Oh, and you drop something there.” I turned around to snatch up a piece of paper from the ground, opening it to see an untidy script that made my heart stop in my chest.
Dearest Bam Margera,
Welcome to the Mile-High Club. You are wonderful. If you have a chance, maybe you could stop by?
And below that, an address was scribbled that I could barely decipher, but still made my heart leap. I never told him my last name… I only smiled to myself and slipped the paper back into my pocket, quickly turning to leave the airport.
This man was full of surprises.
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A/N: Gah, that was long as fuck. I’m not entirely satisfied, but really, I’ve been working on this for awhile, I just want to get it out there, and see if any of you guys actually read this! Please let me know, I’m desperate to know I didn’t write this for nothing.