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Okay, so I have no life. So I wrote this...I kinda borrowed the idea from another story here, so I hope no one minds *bites nails nervously*. Enjoy!
DK, DO, NH
For Marie, for being an absolute sweetheart *mwah* Wub oo honey!
Ville
Camping. Fucking camping. Do I look like the sort of person who enjoys camping? I hardly think so. And yet, my boyfriend, the love of my life, the man who professes to know me better than anyone else in the whole world thought that this would be the perfect place for us to spend our six month anniversary.
When I say this, I mean a slight clearing near a lake halfway up Mount Fucking Nowhere. Okay, you know what? I’m being mean…it is beautiful. The lake is very pretty…there are flowers everywhere and a few cute little bunny rabbits just ran by, but…did you know there are no bathrooms out here?!?!?
Okay, of course you did. Everyone knows there are no bathrooms halfway up a mountain. Apart from me, apparently. That small detail just didn’t even factor into my thought process when Bam told me where he was taking me. He was all,
“It’ll be great Vil’…just you and me and the moonlight and stars and a bonfire…whaddaya say?”
Well…he made it sound good, okay? But then, after making me walk for about an hour because the woods were so thick he couldn’t drive the car through them anymore, he chose to stop here. In the land of no bathrooms. There are some at a proper campsite another few billion feet up the mountain, apparently, but I am not going all the way there every time I wanna pee. Besides, ‘it’ll be better here Ville…more private…’ Too damn right it’ll be more private! Everyone with fucking brains is AT THE PROPER CAMPSITE!!!
Bam
Jeez, I never knew he was such a baby…all this whining about bathrooms, you’d think he’d never peed outside before. Which he has. So what’s his damn problem?! He’s just sitting over there, you know, on a huge rock, while I pretend I’m not struggling to put up the tent and stuff, glaring around him. He even made a face at a bunny rabbit…that’s just uncalled for.
I’m not too worried though. I know Ville. Better than he knows himself, and by the end of this trip, he’ll be begging me to take him camping again, I’m sure of it.
I’m kinda sure of it…
Twenty minutes later and I am done with the tent. Go me! He stands up then, and I’m a little wary to be honest with you. He’s looking at the tent like it might suddenly fall to the ground with the slightest gust of wind. Damn cheek. He doesn’t say anything though, just walks into me, his hands still jammed in the pockets of his jeans, until I hold him.
I pull him down to the ground after a minute and he sits himself across my legs. There’s a stone digging into my shin, but I’m not gonna move him, since for the first time today, he looks vaguely happy. Well, like he’s not about to kick me in the teeth and storm back to the car at any rate.
Ville
I decided, while I was watching Bam put up the tent, that I’m gonna at least try to have fun. This will be the only time I get to spend completely alone with Bam for months, so I’d better make the most of it.
That feeling changes though as the day progresses into the evening and then well into night time. I don’t mind admitting to you that I’m not a huge fan of the dark, but you know when darkness is particularly scary? When you’re in the middle of fucking nowhere with scary noises caused by stupid little animals all around you with no phone reception and no one but your pussy of a boyfriend for protection. Not meaning to be nasty here, but Bam’s a bigger scaredy cat than I am.
Speaking of those damn little animals…know how hard it is to pee when you’re pretty damn sure that there’s a squirrel or something watching you? Very. Know how freaky it is to be lying with your eyes closed and feel something furry and warm brush against your bare skin? And, just five minutes ago, I found out that the stupid little animals aren’t the only thing I have to worry about.
Lemme take you on a flashback, shall I?
“Bam…why are you doing that?”
“What?”
“Throwing all the leftovers in the lake?”
“Well…it’s just…not really a good idea to have food lying around, you know?”
“Why?”
“Animals might…eat it.”
“So? You don’t want it, why can’t they have it?”
“Just…because…bears…”
“WHAT?!?!?!”
Not fucking amused. How could he bring me up here where there might be fucking bears?! He said ‘there probably aren’t any bears…’ Probably?! Jesus Christ, Bam!
“Ville, chill, would you?”
“Chill?! No, I will not chill. How would you feel if I told you there were snakes up here?! And there probably are, you know…I mean, it’s hot…lots of little bunnies and mice for them to eat…”
Okay, that was a teeny tiny little bit meaner than really necessary. Bam is shit scared of snakes. Apart from the trouser variety…hehehehe…not the time for jokes, Ville, focus!
“Bam…can we just go?”
“What, go home?”
“No…just…not here. To a hotel or something, please Bam?”
Bam
That hurts. Not that I particularly want to be anywhere snake-infested right now (or ever), but…I planned all this. I thought he would love it. I thought I could make him love it, at least. But…I guess it is his anniversary too…
“Vil…we can’t.”
“Bam…”
“We can’t now. It’ll take us an hour to get back to the car, at least, and it’ll be dark by then. We’ll just…have to stay the night and we can leave in the morning.”
“…okay…”
He sits back down on the ground near to the bonfire and stares for a bit at the flames. Well, I guess, since we’re here anyway, we might as well try and enjoy ourselves, right? Well, I’ve been trying the whole time, but…maybe it’s time to convince my lover of the same thing.
I sit down right behind him and kiss the back of his neck softly. I can feel his annoyance dissipating slightly. Good. I move his hair out of the way and press my lips on his soft skin, right on top of the heartagram that he hardly ever shows. Well, one of the heartagrams he hardly ever shows…
He leans back into me, his eyes drifting shut and a quiet moan coming from deep within his throat. Good.
Ville
I’m not moaning to please him, honest I’m not. I am, however, trying my damn hardest to get into the mood for this. Fucking outdoors is not, and has never been, one of my fantasies. All I need is Bam and a bed and a closed door and I’m happy. But this is what he came here with the intention of doing, so…I can’t stay the mean cranky boyfriend forever, can I?
I do feel bad about asking him to leave, but…this is just so not me! The least I can do for him is this…
I turn around to face him and kiss him right away. I don’t really want to look into his eyes right now. I’m scared of what I might see there. Hurt. Disappointment. I think that one would be worse. He doesn’t resist as I slip my hands under the bottom of his hoodie. He doesn’t stop me when I pull it over his head and attach my lips to one of his nipples. He doesn’t stop me from kneading his bulge through his jeans while we continue to make out, stretching him out on the ground, unable to stop myself from humping his leg slightly as I lie half on top of him.
As more and more layers of clothing are peeled off, we move into the tent. I stand first, reaching a hand down to him to pull him up, and my breath catches in my throat as he grasps my cheeks suddenly, making me look right into his eyes.
No hurt. No disappointment. Thank fuck.
Bam
The way he tries to make it up to me is beyond sweet, taking control, showing me with every touch that he adores me, that he’s sorry for…I don’t know what for exactly, but I understood and I forgave him instantly.
I tug on his hand and lead him towards the tent, holding back the flap and letting him crawl in first. He giggles a bit as I slide in after him, realizing, I think, exactly how small this tent is. There were bigger ones, of course, but…where’s the fun in that?!
Our jeans and underwear is lost (Ville revealing that other heartagram to my eyes) and soon enough, we’re both breathing harshly, clawing at one another. As much as we want one another, we’re delaying the inevitable actual screwing for as long as possible, because the sooner that starts, the sooner this is over. Not really, of course, since as soon as we come, we’ll probably start all over again, but you know what I mean.
His self control slips before mine, I’m almost proud to say, and he knees my legs apart, settling himself in between them and looking up at me to check I’m ready. I nod, of course, and he pushes slowly but steadily into me. Goddamn it, that feels amazing…
Ville
To be back within Bam’s body after such a long separation - one of almost 3 months , and please bear in mind that this is only our 6 month anniversary- is absolute heaven, complete bliss, and I couldn’t care less at this moment where we are. We could be fucking on the verge at the side of a fucking highway or in the middle of the bear enclosure at the zoo, and it would still be this wonderful.
I begin to move slowly, but soon how much we’ve missed one another’s bodies begins to show. We’re slamming hard into one another, Bam’s hips arching completely off of the ground and animal grunts of passion and pleasure coming from deep within our chests. And then it all went dark…
You know, even within the enclosed space of the tent, there was a certain amount of light, enough to let me see Bam’s face, at least. But when it fell on top of us…it was funny. I knew that tent was gonna fall down, I swear to you! Course at the time I didn’t think it would be us fucking that would bring it down, but… Bam’s laughing too, and it’s clutching at our sides, tears rolling down our faces laughing. That’s what I love the most about me and Bam. Yes, we’re lovers, yes, we adore one another , but at the end of the day, almost above all else, we’re best friends.
Bam
Laughing and sex. Are there any two things better in the whole world? How damn lucky are Ville and I to be able to share both at the same time? I know exactly what he’s thinking. That he knew the tent was gonna fall down…yeah, well whatever, honey. As long as he’s smiling again, I don’t care.
I throw the tent off of us, and the moonlight spills over our bodies. I gasp a bit as I look up, at the stars, the moon…my lover’s gorgeous face right above me. I pull his lips down to mine and our movements, which stopped completely while we were laughing our asses off, start up again, slower this time, and infinitely sweeter.
He shivers a bit at the breeze hitting his skin and since I can’t get the sleeping bag to throw over us, since we happen to be lying on it and getting it would therefore involve us getting up, I have to settle for wrapping both my arms and legs tight around his body. He seems to approve.
Our cries grow, his hand slides between us to grasp my cock, his breathing becomes almost painfully harsh…this is it. The moment I’ve been dreading and yet longing for at the same time for months now…oh FUCK!
Ville
I will admit to this being very liberating. I’ve never ever come that loud, or that hard, before in my life. I’ve also never lain out under the stars, completely naked before. I’ve never let myself be talked into skinny dipping before. And yet, that’s what I find myself doing. Taking Bam’s hand and letting him lead me into the ice cold lake.
It’s wonderful, apart from the slight shrinkage that goes on, obviously. Drifting slightly as I lean back in Bam’s arms, his lips whispering sweet nothing’s into my ear. We don’t stay in the water for too long though, deciding that on a night like tonight, the afore mentioned shrinkage is not a good thing.
We pull the sleeping bag and pillows and stuff a bit closer to the flames of the bonfire, not even bothering with the tent since sleeping under the stars sounds far more romantic. We slide into the one sleeping bag after we’ve dried off by the fire, huddling together, talking quietly, looking up at the stars. I don’t even mind when a bunny rabbit hops up onto the edge of the bag. In fact, I scoop it up and place it on Bam’s stomach, stroking its fur and smiling as it seems to nuzzle into my hand.
Okay, I take back what I said about stupid little animals earlier. This thing is as cute as a button. I sit up and lift it off of Bam, cuddling it to my chest and seriously considering taking it home with me.
“You know, I fell in love with you last time you held a bunny rabbit…”
Bam
Goddamn, how does he make everything he does touch me so completely? Picking up a rabbit off the ground made me smile. Putting it on my stomach while he stroked it made a huge lump grow in my throat. Picking it up and cuddling it close made a torrent of tears spill over my cheeks and had me sobbing like a baby in his arms within seconds.
When I finally calm down and start acting like a normal human being again, he smiles at me.
“So,” I ask, “where do you want to go tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?”
“You wanted to leave, remember?”
“Nope…dunno what you’re talking about…”
“…I love you.”
“Love you too, baby…hey, can I get a rabbit?”
fin
oh, and, in case you were wondering, i believe the exact dictionary definition of cute-as-a-button is this...*squeaks and pinches his cheeks*
DK, DO, NH
For Marie, for being an absolute sweetheart *mwah* Wub oo honey!
Ville
Camping. Fucking camping. Do I look like the sort of person who enjoys camping? I hardly think so. And yet, my boyfriend, the love of my life, the man who professes to know me better than anyone else in the whole world thought that this would be the perfect place for us to spend our six month anniversary.
When I say this, I mean a slight clearing near a lake halfway up Mount Fucking Nowhere. Okay, you know what? I’m being mean…it is beautiful. The lake is very pretty…there are flowers everywhere and a few cute little bunny rabbits just ran by, but…did you know there are no bathrooms out here?!?!?
Okay, of course you did. Everyone knows there are no bathrooms halfway up a mountain. Apart from me, apparently. That small detail just didn’t even factor into my thought process when Bam told me where he was taking me. He was all,
“It’ll be great Vil’…just you and me and the moonlight and stars and a bonfire…whaddaya say?”
Well…he made it sound good, okay? But then, after making me walk for about an hour because the woods were so thick he couldn’t drive the car through them anymore, he chose to stop here. In the land of no bathrooms. There are some at a proper campsite another few billion feet up the mountain, apparently, but I am not going all the way there every time I wanna pee. Besides, ‘it’ll be better here Ville…more private…’ Too damn right it’ll be more private! Everyone with fucking brains is AT THE PROPER CAMPSITE!!!
Bam
Jeez, I never knew he was such a baby…all this whining about bathrooms, you’d think he’d never peed outside before. Which he has. So what’s his damn problem?! He’s just sitting over there, you know, on a huge rock, while I pretend I’m not struggling to put up the tent and stuff, glaring around him. He even made a face at a bunny rabbit…that’s just uncalled for.
I’m not too worried though. I know Ville. Better than he knows himself, and by the end of this trip, he’ll be begging me to take him camping again, I’m sure of it.
I’m kinda sure of it…
Twenty minutes later and I am done with the tent. Go me! He stands up then, and I’m a little wary to be honest with you. He’s looking at the tent like it might suddenly fall to the ground with the slightest gust of wind. Damn cheek. He doesn’t say anything though, just walks into me, his hands still jammed in the pockets of his jeans, until I hold him.
I pull him down to the ground after a minute and he sits himself across my legs. There’s a stone digging into my shin, but I’m not gonna move him, since for the first time today, he looks vaguely happy. Well, like he’s not about to kick me in the teeth and storm back to the car at any rate.
Ville
I decided, while I was watching Bam put up the tent, that I’m gonna at least try to have fun. This will be the only time I get to spend completely alone with Bam for months, so I’d better make the most of it.
That feeling changes though as the day progresses into the evening and then well into night time. I don’t mind admitting to you that I’m not a huge fan of the dark, but you know when darkness is particularly scary? When you’re in the middle of fucking nowhere with scary noises caused by stupid little animals all around you with no phone reception and no one but your pussy of a boyfriend for protection. Not meaning to be nasty here, but Bam’s a bigger scaredy cat than I am.
Speaking of those damn little animals…know how hard it is to pee when you’re pretty damn sure that there’s a squirrel or something watching you? Very. Know how freaky it is to be lying with your eyes closed and feel something furry and warm brush against your bare skin? And, just five minutes ago, I found out that the stupid little animals aren’t the only thing I have to worry about.
Lemme take you on a flashback, shall I?
“Bam…why are you doing that?”
“What?”
“Throwing all the leftovers in the lake?”
“Well…it’s just…not really a good idea to have food lying around, you know?”
“Why?”
“Animals might…eat it.”
“So? You don’t want it, why can’t they have it?”
“Just…because…bears…”
“WHAT?!?!?!”
Not fucking amused. How could he bring me up here where there might be fucking bears?! He said ‘there probably aren’t any bears…’ Probably?! Jesus Christ, Bam!
“Ville, chill, would you?”
“Chill?! No, I will not chill. How would you feel if I told you there were snakes up here?! And there probably are, you know…I mean, it’s hot…lots of little bunnies and mice for them to eat…”
Okay, that was a teeny tiny little bit meaner than really necessary. Bam is shit scared of snakes. Apart from the trouser variety…hehehehe…not the time for jokes, Ville, focus!
“Bam…can we just go?”
“What, go home?”
“No…just…not here. To a hotel or something, please Bam?”
Bam
That hurts. Not that I particularly want to be anywhere snake-infested right now (or ever), but…I planned all this. I thought he would love it. I thought I could make him love it, at least. But…I guess it is his anniversary too…
“Vil…we can’t.”
“Bam…”
“We can’t now. It’ll take us an hour to get back to the car, at least, and it’ll be dark by then. We’ll just…have to stay the night and we can leave in the morning.”
“…okay…”
He sits back down on the ground near to the bonfire and stares for a bit at the flames. Well, I guess, since we’re here anyway, we might as well try and enjoy ourselves, right? Well, I’ve been trying the whole time, but…maybe it’s time to convince my lover of the same thing.
I sit down right behind him and kiss the back of his neck softly. I can feel his annoyance dissipating slightly. Good. I move his hair out of the way and press my lips on his soft skin, right on top of the heartagram that he hardly ever shows. Well, one of the heartagrams he hardly ever shows…
He leans back into me, his eyes drifting shut and a quiet moan coming from deep within his throat. Good.
Ville
I’m not moaning to please him, honest I’m not. I am, however, trying my damn hardest to get into the mood for this. Fucking outdoors is not, and has never been, one of my fantasies. All I need is Bam and a bed and a closed door and I’m happy. But this is what he came here with the intention of doing, so…I can’t stay the mean cranky boyfriend forever, can I?
I do feel bad about asking him to leave, but…this is just so not me! The least I can do for him is this…
I turn around to face him and kiss him right away. I don’t really want to look into his eyes right now. I’m scared of what I might see there. Hurt. Disappointment. I think that one would be worse. He doesn’t resist as I slip my hands under the bottom of his hoodie. He doesn’t stop me when I pull it over his head and attach my lips to one of his nipples. He doesn’t stop me from kneading his bulge through his jeans while we continue to make out, stretching him out on the ground, unable to stop myself from humping his leg slightly as I lie half on top of him.
As more and more layers of clothing are peeled off, we move into the tent. I stand first, reaching a hand down to him to pull him up, and my breath catches in my throat as he grasps my cheeks suddenly, making me look right into his eyes.
No hurt. No disappointment. Thank fuck.
Bam
The way he tries to make it up to me is beyond sweet, taking control, showing me with every touch that he adores me, that he’s sorry for…I don’t know what for exactly, but I understood and I forgave him instantly.
I tug on his hand and lead him towards the tent, holding back the flap and letting him crawl in first. He giggles a bit as I slide in after him, realizing, I think, exactly how small this tent is. There were bigger ones, of course, but…where’s the fun in that?!
Our jeans and underwear is lost (Ville revealing that other heartagram to my eyes) and soon enough, we’re both breathing harshly, clawing at one another. As much as we want one another, we’re delaying the inevitable actual screwing for as long as possible, because the sooner that starts, the sooner this is over. Not really, of course, since as soon as we come, we’ll probably start all over again, but you know what I mean.
His self control slips before mine, I’m almost proud to say, and he knees my legs apart, settling himself in between them and looking up at me to check I’m ready. I nod, of course, and he pushes slowly but steadily into me. Goddamn it, that feels amazing…
Ville
To be back within Bam’s body after such a long separation - one of almost 3 months , and please bear in mind that this is only our 6 month anniversary- is absolute heaven, complete bliss, and I couldn’t care less at this moment where we are. We could be fucking on the verge at the side of a fucking highway or in the middle of the bear enclosure at the zoo, and it would still be this wonderful.
I begin to move slowly, but soon how much we’ve missed one another’s bodies begins to show. We’re slamming hard into one another, Bam’s hips arching completely off of the ground and animal grunts of passion and pleasure coming from deep within our chests. And then it all went dark…
You know, even within the enclosed space of the tent, there was a certain amount of light, enough to let me see Bam’s face, at least. But when it fell on top of us…it was funny. I knew that tent was gonna fall down, I swear to you! Course at the time I didn’t think it would be us fucking that would bring it down, but… Bam’s laughing too, and it’s clutching at our sides, tears rolling down our faces laughing. That’s what I love the most about me and Bam. Yes, we’re lovers, yes, we adore one another , but at the end of the day, almost above all else, we’re best friends.
Bam
Laughing and sex. Are there any two things better in the whole world? How damn lucky are Ville and I to be able to share both at the same time? I know exactly what he’s thinking. That he knew the tent was gonna fall down…yeah, well whatever, honey. As long as he’s smiling again, I don’t care.
I throw the tent off of us, and the moonlight spills over our bodies. I gasp a bit as I look up, at the stars, the moon…my lover’s gorgeous face right above me. I pull his lips down to mine and our movements, which stopped completely while we were laughing our asses off, start up again, slower this time, and infinitely sweeter.
He shivers a bit at the breeze hitting his skin and since I can’t get the sleeping bag to throw over us, since we happen to be lying on it and getting it would therefore involve us getting up, I have to settle for wrapping both my arms and legs tight around his body. He seems to approve.
Our cries grow, his hand slides between us to grasp my cock, his breathing becomes almost painfully harsh…this is it. The moment I’ve been dreading and yet longing for at the same time for months now…oh FUCK!
Ville
I will admit to this being very liberating. I’ve never ever come that loud, or that hard, before in my life. I’ve also never lain out under the stars, completely naked before. I’ve never let myself be talked into skinny dipping before. And yet, that’s what I find myself doing. Taking Bam’s hand and letting him lead me into the ice cold lake.
It’s wonderful, apart from the slight shrinkage that goes on, obviously. Drifting slightly as I lean back in Bam’s arms, his lips whispering sweet nothing’s into my ear. We don’t stay in the water for too long though, deciding that on a night like tonight, the afore mentioned shrinkage is not a good thing.
We pull the sleeping bag and pillows and stuff a bit closer to the flames of the bonfire, not even bothering with the tent since sleeping under the stars sounds far more romantic. We slide into the one sleeping bag after we’ve dried off by the fire, huddling together, talking quietly, looking up at the stars. I don’t even mind when a bunny rabbit hops up onto the edge of the bag. In fact, I scoop it up and place it on Bam’s stomach, stroking its fur and smiling as it seems to nuzzle into my hand.
Okay, I take back what I said about stupid little animals earlier. This thing is as cute as a button. I sit up and lift it off of Bam, cuddling it to my chest and seriously considering taking it home with me.
“You know, I fell in love with you last time you held a bunny rabbit…”
Bam
Goddamn, how does he make everything he does touch me so completely? Picking up a rabbit off the ground made me smile. Putting it on my stomach while he stroked it made a huge lump grow in my throat. Picking it up and cuddling it close made a torrent of tears spill over my cheeks and had me sobbing like a baby in his arms within seconds.
When I finally calm down and start acting like a normal human being again, he smiles at me.
“So,” I ask, “where do you want to go tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?”
“You wanted to leave, remember?”
“Nope…dunno what you’re talking about…”
“…I love you.”
“Love you too, baby…hey, can I get a rabbit?”
fin
oh, and, in case you were wondering, i believe the exact dictionary definition of cute-as-a-button is this...*squeaks and pinches his cheeks*