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Title: Do It Like A Whore (Just Business) Chapter 8
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 later
Summary: Ville is a street whore, running low on business for the night, when a cute guy in a nice car offers to pay him for his company. Ville accepts, and goes home with him - how much does this cute stranger have in mind, and how much is Ville willing to give?
Disclaimer: Do not own, don't sue me, I have no money, and god knows the RIAA wants me more for the 13,000 songs on my computer...
Previous chapters and writing archive found at love_sex_angst
The feeling that stole my lips was incredible; I'd never felt like this before, or been accustomed the tingle that ran through my body in the short seconds that our lips touched innocently, his arms moving to encircle my waist and pull me to him. I felt his mouth open, his touch my lips.
I almost gave in.
Almost.
Instead I panicked at these new feelings, the falling feeling I felt, almost as if the world was being swept out from under me; I pushed away from him, though he tried to hold me.
How many times had I pushed away from him, and left him with that same, startled and wounded look in his crystalline eyes?
"What?" he asked breathlessly, frowning, his eyes scanning mine. I took another step back, rain drops still soaking my hair, though I scarcely noticed them. "Ville? Please..."
I shook my head violently and looked at the quickly mudding ground. "Bam, this can't happen!"
"We've been over this Vi - "
"You're not supposed to kiss me!"
"WHY?!" his voice cut in and I locked eyes with him. Frustration was evident and his fists were balling. "I want you, Ville, I want more than just your fucking body or a warm fucking hole, and you keep fucking pushing me away!"
"You're not supposed to kiss me!" I repeated the protest and bit my lip. "You don't kiss whores!"
In response he stepped forward, his hands finding both sides of my face and crashing his lips to mine again in a split second defiant kiss. "I can do what I want," he breathed against my lips and my hands moved up subconsciously to cover his, my hands warming from the fiery heat emanating from his flesh. "Stop telling me what I'm not supposed to do... I don't care. I don't fucking care."
I tried to just focus on breathing as it became a struggle.
Here I stood, in the rain, right next to possibly the most perfect man in the world; I'd resigned myself to falling already and yet I still clung to the jagged edges of the pit, scared.
Why am I doing this? Why won't I just let myself fall?
Because pain is a certainty... this is not. Pain is something real... this... well, I don't know.
His eyes were staring into mine in silence and he didn't move his lips, but I heard streams of words through his honest eyes. So young, so innocent, so much better than me; I cast my own eyes down at the ground, but he raised my head and forced me to look at him.
"Why can't you look at me? Why won't you let me kiss you? I'm sorry I was so sudden, Ville, it just seemed... it seemed like the thing to do. It's not bad, Ville... it's not bad to feel this way. To be happy. I can make you happy. Why are you still fighting?"
How many times had he asked that question?
As many times as I've pointlessly fought, all the while knowing the my nails were breaking and soon I'd have no grip left to hold on...
I'd fall eventually. That's a certainty.
My lip trembled and the rain continued falling all around me like teardrops from the sky, though for once I didn't cry. I was trying to hold it in, or maybe I was too wrapped in thoughts to do anything as superficial as cry.
"I'm not used to being kissed," I muttered. I didn't know why I muttered but he heard me all the same.
"Your..." he searched for a better word, I'm sure, but settled for a simplistic form instead, "customers don't try to kiss you?"
I shook my head violently. "No...You don't kiss whores. They know that. They don't want to. Nobody wants to."
His body was against mine again, pulling me tightly into his soaked chest, his nose nuzzling my cheek. I sighed lightly, trying to quell the feelings that stirred within my chest at these soft adoring touches, and loosing that control, as I heard his whispered words following. "I want to."
I didn't even catch his eyes, as mine fell closed as he pressed his lips more slowly to mine, waiting for me to startle and pull away; but for once I didn't. I pressed my lips back to his, just enjoying the lingering sensation of heated flesh on flesh.
He opened his mouth and moved his tongue to touch my lips only this time I reciprocated, allowing him entrance; for the first time our tongues touched, a jolt of seeming electricity rode through my body at this new sensation - at my first real, true kiss.
The grips are gone, I'm falling. If there's a bottom, maybe he'll be there to catch me... maybe not. If not, I'll fall forever with the memory of this feeling.
He held me so tightly, his lips against mine until finally we parted, panting lightly for breath and from exhilaration, and the change of the light in his eyes was enough to bring a true smile from his face.
As if I was actually making him happy... like I could make someone happy...
A small kiss was placed against my lips and then he was the one to pull away, my body automatically mourning the loss of warmth and contact as he grasped my hand. He nodded towards the house and I followed, willing to follow him wherever he led, to the ends of the earth, to anywhere.
We ended up in his bedroom, he peeled his wet shirt from his body and I hungrily devoured the sight of his form as he turned and disappeared into the connected bathroom, re-emerging with towels a short second later.
He moved automatically to me, unfolding the towel and moving it through my hair to dry it; he touch was soft and I knew it wasn't very effective but I could care less. Then he stepped back, laying the towel on the bed. "Your clothes are wet... I don't want you to get sick," he stated simply, no undertone of sex or want, concern maybe, adoration, questioning my boundaries.
I nodded, apprehensive but trusting for some odd reason as he grasped the hem of my shirt, and removed the thin, soaked cloth from my body. With a second's hesitation staring into my eyes, he pressed a small kiss to my lips and moved his hands to the button of my pants, undoing them quickly along with the zipper and pushing them to the floor, pulling my soaked boxers with them.
I stood naked in front of him as I stepped out of them, slightly self conscious as his eyes flicked over me before he grabbed the towel from the bed and wrapped it around my slim waist, picking up a second one and brushing the dampness from my skin. As he dried a small part of my chest, I heaved a heavy and comfortable sigh.
I felt the soft drop of a droplet of water onto my skin and then I felt his lips on my skin, sucking up the tiny bit of liquid, licking slightly, tingles through my body.
His lips were removed and the rest of my body was dried in silence before he wrapped a towel around his waist, pushing his pants and boxers to the ground underneath.
He went to the dresser and retrieved two pairs of boxers, handing one obviously too large pair to me. I smiled lightly, for a reason I couldn't explain and pulled them on anyway, pulling the towel from my waist.
"Dry," he said simply, stepping to press a kiss to my lips, then kneeling down to pick up the towel and the wet clothes; his fingers skimmed lightly over my side as he raised up and then disappeared again, leaving me to look around the room, my eyes resting on the rather large and comfortable looking bed situated in front of me and clothed in black satin. I reached out to touch the soft cloth and jumped at as I heard his voice behind me.
"Go ahead... lay on it. It's the most comfortable thing you've ever felt," I felt his light touch on the side of my hips.
No, this is.
"You can sleep in here if you want... I can go to one of the guest bedrooms."
But I shook my head, placing my hands over his and lacing our fingers together and pulling his arms more tightly around my waist, a bold move as I enjoyed the enveloping warmth of his presence and flesh on my back.
If I was going to fall, he was coming with me.
"No... I want you to sleep in here... with me."
A/N: Wow, this story is so zoom zooooooom. Everything is moving so fast in this relationship... They meet, suddenly Bam's all mushy, and then there's a fight and now they're being all romantic cuddly? Oh well. I hope you guys like it in all its unrealistic quickness. Who ever knew real romance to be realistic anyway? Pfft.
Sorry for the wait... I've been working and then I got so fucking sick. Uggghhhh.
Reviews might make cheerier through my sniveling. =)
Author: war_of_ataraxis
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, NC-17 later
Summary: Ville is a street whore, running low on business for the night, when a cute guy in a nice car offers to pay him for his company. Ville accepts, and goes home with him - how much does this cute stranger have in mind, and how much is Ville willing to give?
Disclaimer: Do not own, don't sue me, I have no money, and god knows the RIAA wants me more for the 13,000 songs on my computer...
Previous chapters and writing archive found at love_sex_angst
The feeling that stole my lips was incredible; I'd never felt like this before, or been accustomed the tingle that ran through my body in the short seconds that our lips touched innocently, his arms moving to encircle my waist and pull me to him. I felt his mouth open, his touch my lips.
I almost gave in.
Almost.
Instead I panicked at these new feelings, the falling feeling I felt, almost as if the world was being swept out from under me; I pushed away from him, though he tried to hold me.
How many times had I pushed away from him, and left him with that same, startled and wounded look in his crystalline eyes?
"What?" he asked breathlessly, frowning, his eyes scanning mine. I took another step back, rain drops still soaking my hair, though I scarcely noticed them. "Ville? Please..."
I shook my head violently and looked at the quickly mudding ground. "Bam, this can't happen!"
"We've been over this Vi - "
"You're not supposed to kiss me!"
"WHY?!" his voice cut in and I locked eyes with him. Frustration was evident and his fists were balling. "I want you, Ville, I want more than just your fucking body or a warm fucking hole, and you keep fucking pushing me away!"
"You're not supposed to kiss me!" I repeated the protest and bit my lip. "You don't kiss whores!"
In response he stepped forward, his hands finding both sides of my face and crashing his lips to mine again in a split second defiant kiss. "I can do what I want," he breathed against my lips and my hands moved up subconsciously to cover his, my hands warming from the fiery heat emanating from his flesh. "Stop telling me what I'm not supposed to do... I don't care. I don't fucking care."
I tried to just focus on breathing as it became a struggle.
Here I stood, in the rain, right next to possibly the most perfect man in the world; I'd resigned myself to falling already and yet I still clung to the jagged edges of the pit, scared.
Why am I doing this? Why won't I just let myself fall?
Because pain is a certainty... this is not. Pain is something real... this... well, I don't know.
His eyes were staring into mine in silence and he didn't move his lips, but I heard streams of words through his honest eyes. So young, so innocent, so much better than me; I cast my own eyes down at the ground, but he raised my head and forced me to look at him.
"Why can't you look at me? Why won't you let me kiss you? I'm sorry I was so sudden, Ville, it just seemed... it seemed like the thing to do. It's not bad, Ville... it's not bad to feel this way. To be happy. I can make you happy. Why are you still fighting?"
How many times had he asked that question?
As many times as I've pointlessly fought, all the while knowing the my nails were breaking and soon I'd have no grip left to hold on...
I'd fall eventually. That's a certainty.
My lip trembled and the rain continued falling all around me like teardrops from the sky, though for once I didn't cry. I was trying to hold it in, or maybe I was too wrapped in thoughts to do anything as superficial as cry.
"I'm not used to being kissed," I muttered. I didn't know why I muttered but he heard me all the same.
"Your..." he searched for a better word, I'm sure, but settled for a simplistic form instead, "customers don't try to kiss you?"
I shook my head violently. "No...You don't kiss whores. They know that. They don't want to. Nobody wants to."
His body was against mine again, pulling me tightly into his soaked chest, his nose nuzzling my cheek. I sighed lightly, trying to quell the feelings that stirred within my chest at these soft adoring touches, and loosing that control, as I heard his whispered words following. "I want to."
I didn't even catch his eyes, as mine fell closed as he pressed his lips more slowly to mine, waiting for me to startle and pull away; but for once I didn't. I pressed my lips back to his, just enjoying the lingering sensation of heated flesh on flesh.
He opened his mouth and moved his tongue to touch my lips only this time I reciprocated, allowing him entrance; for the first time our tongues touched, a jolt of seeming electricity rode through my body at this new sensation - at my first real, true kiss.
The grips are gone, I'm falling. If there's a bottom, maybe he'll be there to catch me... maybe not. If not, I'll fall forever with the memory of this feeling.
He held me so tightly, his lips against mine until finally we parted, panting lightly for breath and from exhilaration, and the change of the light in his eyes was enough to bring a true smile from his face.
As if I was actually making him happy... like I could make someone happy...
A small kiss was placed against my lips and then he was the one to pull away, my body automatically mourning the loss of warmth and contact as he grasped my hand. He nodded towards the house and I followed, willing to follow him wherever he led, to the ends of the earth, to anywhere.
We ended up in his bedroom, he peeled his wet shirt from his body and I hungrily devoured the sight of his form as he turned and disappeared into the connected bathroom, re-emerging with towels a short second later.
He moved automatically to me, unfolding the towel and moving it through my hair to dry it; he touch was soft and I knew it wasn't very effective but I could care less. Then he stepped back, laying the towel on the bed. "Your clothes are wet... I don't want you to get sick," he stated simply, no undertone of sex or want, concern maybe, adoration, questioning my boundaries.
I nodded, apprehensive but trusting for some odd reason as he grasped the hem of my shirt, and removed the thin, soaked cloth from my body. With a second's hesitation staring into my eyes, he pressed a small kiss to my lips and moved his hands to the button of my pants, undoing them quickly along with the zipper and pushing them to the floor, pulling my soaked boxers with them.
I stood naked in front of him as I stepped out of them, slightly self conscious as his eyes flicked over me before he grabbed the towel from the bed and wrapped it around my slim waist, picking up a second one and brushing the dampness from my skin. As he dried a small part of my chest, I heaved a heavy and comfortable sigh.
I felt the soft drop of a droplet of water onto my skin and then I felt his lips on my skin, sucking up the tiny bit of liquid, licking slightly, tingles through my body.
His lips were removed and the rest of my body was dried in silence before he wrapped a towel around his waist, pushing his pants and boxers to the ground underneath.
He went to the dresser and retrieved two pairs of boxers, handing one obviously too large pair to me. I smiled lightly, for a reason I couldn't explain and pulled them on anyway, pulling the towel from my waist.
"Dry," he said simply, stepping to press a kiss to my lips, then kneeling down to pick up the towel and the wet clothes; his fingers skimmed lightly over my side as he raised up and then disappeared again, leaving me to look around the room, my eyes resting on the rather large and comfortable looking bed situated in front of me and clothed in black satin. I reached out to touch the soft cloth and jumped at as I heard his voice behind me.
"Go ahead... lay on it. It's the most comfortable thing you've ever felt," I felt his light touch on the side of my hips.
No, this is.
"You can sleep in here if you want... I can go to one of the guest bedrooms."
But I shook my head, placing my hands over his and lacing our fingers together and pulling his arms more tightly around my waist, a bold move as I enjoyed the enveloping warmth of his presence and flesh on my back.
If I was going to fall, he was coming with me.
"No... I want you to sleep in here... with me."
A/N: Wow, this story is so zoom zooooooom. Everything is moving so fast in this relationship... They meet, suddenly Bam's all mushy, and then there's a fight and now they're being all romantic cuddly? Oh well. I hope you guys like it in all its unrealistic quickness. Who ever knew real romance to be realistic anyway? Pfft.
Sorry for the wait... I've been working and then I got so fucking sick. Uggghhhh.
Reviews might make cheerier through my sniveling. =)