New Story!
Woo! Again, huge thanks to Marie, for giving me the idea...and most of the storyline and the title...she might as well have written it herself really...she's so lazy, that girl! lol :P
Anyway, usual disclaimer applies - don't know, don't own and never happened.
Bam’s POV
So, once again, here I am. Sitting in a bar, not knowing quite where to look as Ville and some chick make out in the corner of the booth we’re sharing. Considering how many times I’ve been witness to his not-so-subtle art of seduction, you’d think I’d be used to this kinda thing, wouldn’t you? But still, every time it happens, I can’t help but stare…it’s kinda like passing a car wreck on the freeway…but a kinda hot car wreck that you strangely want to be involved in.
Yeah, I did just say that and I’m not exactly proud of it, okay? But Ville’s kisses just look so intense, so passionate that…yeah, maybe I want to find out what that feels like. Ville’s more than a little inebriated but still manages a smirk as he catches me staring when he turns to ask if we can go home yet.
They’re practically fucking in the backseat as I drive towards home. Ville’s hand disappeared up her skirt about five minutes ago and judging by her moans which are not being drowned out by the CKY blaring from the speakers, he must be doing something else pretty intensely too. Okay, I also watched his hand disappear up her skirt in the rear view mirror. Forgive me for being a little bit voyeuristic at the moment but I’ve not gotten laid in three weeks and at the moment, I’d fuck Rake if he asked me nicely.
They stumble up the stairs in front of me and murmur a goodnight as I disappear into the bathroom.
“Night Ville, night…” and I realize I don’t even know her name. Not that I should be surprised by that fact anymore. It’s hardly the first time it’s happened and I know it won’t be the last. Every now and then, usually after Ville actually experiences some kind of feelings for someone only to be shot down when they’re just looking for a fuck with a rock star, he swears he’ll change - from that point on, he’s a one-person man. And it does last. For a month or so. And then he’s back to the way he is now. The words ‘will fuck anything with a pulse’ were invented for Ville Valo.
In the morning, I come downstairs just as a cab pulls away from the front of the house and a boxer-clad Ville stumbles past me on his way back up to bed. He grunts a greeting at me as I say ‘good morning’ but does manage to kiss my cheek. He does that every morning, to me and the rest of his band. It’s cute. Makes me forget that sometimes, on nights like last night, I don’t actually like him very much.
Yeah, I just said that. Sometimes, like when there are attractive women - or men, Ville’s not too fussy - around, I think he’s just another rock star prick. I’m not a prude and I’m certainly no stranger to one night stands or casual sex, but to behave the way he does it’s kinda…I dunno…offensive, I guess. Even to me - the person who’s so horny he’ll even admit to being willing to fuck Rake!
Ville stays in bed nursing his hangover until early afternoon and there’s just me in the house when he finally appears.
“Have fun last night?”
He doesn’t even answer. Just heads to the fridge and grabs a yoghurt and sits down beside me to eat. I make him a coffee and he kisses my cheek again as I put it down in front of him.
The coffee seems to perk him up a bit and we spend the rest of the day talking and laughing. We both go to bed at 11 and next morning he’s still Mr. Happy, not a hangover in sight. He goes one step further than his usual kiss on the cheek and sits himself in my lap to eat his breakfast, which raises a few eyebrows, but neither of us cares. Ville just doesn’t give a damn about what people think and I have to admit that when he’s in a mood this good, that it’s catching.
Its a few nights later and Ville hasn’t brought anyone else home. He turned down the offer Raab made to go into a club, but I think that was mainly because I said no and he doesn’t like Raab very much. I think he’s regretting it now though. I can see that look in his eyes, the one I know he gets when he’s horny. I wonder if I’ve got a horny look? Does everyone know I’m desperate for a fuck?
“Bam?”
His soft, deep voice interrupts my thoughts and I turn to face him. He’s sitting a lot closer to me than I thought he was…and he’s just getting closer.
“Ville, what are you doing?”
“Bam…you wanna have sex. And I wanna have sex. So why don’t we just have sex together, hmm?”
Well, that is a valid point…and his lips are so close… They touch mine and it’s like…heaven. Those kisses I watched him sharing with that blonde chick, God, even they couldn’t have been this passionate.
We end up fucking on the couch, with me on top riding him damn hard. God, it was so good. Unbelievable. He sits up as I pull off of him and kisses me. This kiss is different - softer, sweeter, infinitely more gentle but still full of passion. My hands come up to hold his face and we kiss slowly for a while before he pulls back a bit and looks into my eyes.
“Can we go somewhere else?”
I take him up to my room and this time he…well, I could only describe it as making love. It wasn’t fucking, it wasn’t sex, nothing that felt like that could be described as anything less than love making. He rests in my arms for a while afterwards and when he looks up, he’s beautiful.
His hair’s tousled, his cheeks flushed and lips still swollen, his eyes are shining and he smiles this smile I’ve never seen on him before - it’s almost shy and in that second I get an overwhelming urge to tell him something. But I don’t know what it is, this thing that I’m dying to say - it’s the weirdest feeling.
He moves a bit further up my body and kisses me again, just pressing our lips together for the barest moment before he sits up and gets out of bed.
“You don’t wanna stay?”
“I do Bam, believe me. But we both know that if anyone came in here and found us together…”
“Yeah, I know.”
Okay, so that was hardly my first male fuck but if my parents raised their eyebrows in shock when Ville sat on my knee for a bit, I don’t wanna know what they’d do I they found out we’d fucked. And made love.
I lie awake for hours after he leaves my room, trying desperately to work out what it was I wanted to say to him. I’m getting nowhere though and I let my mind wander a bit. My hand drags down my stomach to my swelling cock as I think about the events of the last few hours. As I pump my dick harder and harder, his face fills my mind, I can still feel his touch on me, can smell him on my bed sheets… I come with a gasp of his name and then I know. I know what I wanted to tell him.
I love him.
Yeah, I love Ville…who would’ve thought? And call me crazy…the way he looked at me before he left, that smile, the love making, the sitting on my lap, saying he wanted to stay…I think he loves me too…
Anyway, usual disclaimer applies - don't know, don't own and never happened.
Bam’s POV
So, once again, here I am. Sitting in a bar, not knowing quite where to look as Ville and some chick make out in the corner of the booth we’re sharing. Considering how many times I’ve been witness to his not-so-subtle art of seduction, you’d think I’d be used to this kinda thing, wouldn’t you? But still, every time it happens, I can’t help but stare…it’s kinda like passing a car wreck on the freeway…but a kinda hot car wreck that you strangely want to be involved in.
Yeah, I did just say that and I’m not exactly proud of it, okay? But Ville’s kisses just look so intense, so passionate that…yeah, maybe I want to find out what that feels like. Ville’s more than a little inebriated but still manages a smirk as he catches me staring when he turns to ask if we can go home yet.
They’re practically fucking in the backseat as I drive towards home. Ville’s hand disappeared up her skirt about five minutes ago and judging by her moans which are not being drowned out by the CKY blaring from the speakers, he must be doing something else pretty intensely too. Okay, I also watched his hand disappear up her skirt in the rear view mirror. Forgive me for being a little bit voyeuristic at the moment but I’ve not gotten laid in three weeks and at the moment, I’d fuck Rake if he asked me nicely.
They stumble up the stairs in front of me and murmur a goodnight as I disappear into the bathroom.
“Night Ville, night…” and I realize I don’t even know her name. Not that I should be surprised by that fact anymore. It’s hardly the first time it’s happened and I know it won’t be the last. Every now and then, usually after Ville actually experiences some kind of feelings for someone only to be shot down when they’re just looking for a fuck with a rock star, he swears he’ll change - from that point on, he’s a one-person man. And it does last. For a month or so. And then he’s back to the way he is now. The words ‘will fuck anything with a pulse’ were invented for Ville Valo.
In the morning, I come downstairs just as a cab pulls away from the front of the house and a boxer-clad Ville stumbles past me on his way back up to bed. He grunts a greeting at me as I say ‘good morning’ but does manage to kiss my cheek. He does that every morning, to me and the rest of his band. It’s cute. Makes me forget that sometimes, on nights like last night, I don’t actually like him very much.
Yeah, I just said that. Sometimes, like when there are attractive women - or men, Ville’s not too fussy - around, I think he’s just another rock star prick. I’m not a prude and I’m certainly no stranger to one night stands or casual sex, but to behave the way he does it’s kinda…I dunno…offensive, I guess. Even to me - the person who’s so horny he’ll even admit to being willing to fuck Rake!
Ville stays in bed nursing his hangover until early afternoon and there’s just me in the house when he finally appears.
“Have fun last night?”
He doesn’t even answer. Just heads to the fridge and grabs a yoghurt and sits down beside me to eat. I make him a coffee and he kisses my cheek again as I put it down in front of him.
The coffee seems to perk him up a bit and we spend the rest of the day talking and laughing. We both go to bed at 11 and next morning he’s still Mr. Happy, not a hangover in sight. He goes one step further than his usual kiss on the cheek and sits himself in my lap to eat his breakfast, which raises a few eyebrows, but neither of us cares. Ville just doesn’t give a damn about what people think and I have to admit that when he’s in a mood this good, that it’s catching.
Its a few nights later and Ville hasn’t brought anyone else home. He turned down the offer Raab made to go into a club, but I think that was mainly because I said no and he doesn’t like Raab very much. I think he’s regretting it now though. I can see that look in his eyes, the one I know he gets when he’s horny. I wonder if I’ve got a horny look? Does everyone know I’m desperate for a fuck?
“Bam?”
His soft, deep voice interrupts my thoughts and I turn to face him. He’s sitting a lot closer to me than I thought he was…and he’s just getting closer.
“Ville, what are you doing?”
“Bam…you wanna have sex. And I wanna have sex. So why don’t we just have sex together, hmm?”
Well, that is a valid point…and his lips are so close… They touch mine and it’s like…heaven. Those kisses I watched him sharing with that blonde chick, God, even they couldn’t have been this passionate.
We end up fucking on the couch, with me on top riding him damn hard. God, it was so good. Unbelievable. He sits up as I pull off of him and kisses me. This kiss is different - softer, sweeter, infinitely more gentle but still full of passion. My hands come up to hold his face and we kiss slowly for a while before he pulls back a bit and looks into my eyes.
“Can we go somewhere else?”
I take him up to my room and this time he…well, I could only describe it as making love. It wasn’t fucking, it wasn’t sex, nothing that felt like that could be described as anything less than love making. He rests in my arms for a while afterwards and when he looks up, he’s beautiful.
His hair’s tousled, his cheeks flushed and lips still swollen, his eyes are shining and he smiles this smile I’ve never seen on him before - it’s almost shy and in that second I get an overwhelming urge to tell him something. But I don’t know what it is, this thing that I’m dying to say - it’s the weirdest feeling.
He moves a bit further up my body and kisses me again, just pressing our lips together for the barest moment before he sits up and gets out of bed.
“You don’t wanna stay?”
“I do Bam, believe me. But we both know that if anyone came in here and found us together…”
“Yeah, I know.”
Okay, so that was hardly my first male fuck but if my parents raised their eyebrows in shock when Ville sat on my knee for a bit, I don’t wanna know what they’d do I they found out we’d fucked. And made love.
I lie awake for hours after he leaves my room, trying desperately to work out what it was I wanted to say to him. I’m getting nowhere though and I let my mind wander a bit. My hand drags down my stomach to my swelling cock as I think about the events of the last few hours. As I pump my dick harder and harder, his face fills my mind, I can still feel his touch on me, can smell him on my bed sheets… I come with a gasp of his name and then I know. I know what I wanted to tell him.
I love him.
Yeah, I love Ville…who would’ve thought? And call me crazy…the way he looked at me before he left, that smile, the love making, the sitting on my lap, saying he wanted to stay…I think he loves me too…