HomeComing Chapter 2
TITLE: HomeComing (2/?)
AUTHOR: Unloved_Metal
DISCLAIMER: D/O, N/H,
SUMMARY: The tour was great, but being home will be WAY more fun…
VILLE…
The journey home seemed lengthened by the simple fact that Ville was aching to show Bam just how much he missed him. All he wanted to do was go home and violate him, prove his love had not diminished in the slightest. If any thing it had grown, bigger and more lustful than ever.
The Hummer was filled with chirpy chatter, none of which really made any sense to anybody; they were all too tired to keep track of the topics. This resulted in random things being thrown in here and there, causing tired laughter, keeping everybody in good spirits. Ville knew all too well how his band mates could become cranky bitches when they had gotten off an international flight. He was grateful the atmosphere was so upbeat.
As they pulled up outside the gates to the castle, Ville tightened his grip on Bam’s hand, smiling at the skater. He knew once he stepped inside the doors, that he was home, where he knew he belonged. The only other place he felt at home was in the recording studio. It was corny to say it but aside from Castle Bam, music was his escape from everyday life. Sure, it was inspired by everyday life, but it was so much more than that. It was what made him who he was today, and that was one extraordinary ordinary man.
The truck finally came to a halt and every one piled out. The band pulled out their suitcases from the trunk, and Bam opened the thick, wooden doors. Everybody filed in and they all went in their respective directions. Ville had already pinned Bam to the wall and was kissing him deeply, their tongues battling, and dancing, evoking moans of pleasure from both men. Ville pulled away quickly, just to tell Bam that he missed him, and that he loved him. He buried his face in Bam’s shoulder, breathing in the scent he missed so much. Bam returned the sentiment, meaning every word of it. As they moved from the hall to the master bedroom, Ville noticed that Bam had a bandage on his arm.
‘Baby?’
‘Mmm?’
‘What happened to your arm?’ Concern for his beloved filled his voice.
‘Oh, nothing, I got another tattoo, that’s all.’
‘Of??’ Ville was filled with wonder, at what he had gotten done.
‘I’m not telling you. You’ll see it when it’s healed.’ Bam teased, leading Ville to the bed.
With that, Ville kissed Bam passionately, pushing Bam down onto the silk bed. He worked on his t-shirt, deftly pushing it up over his head, nibbling on his lip as it fell to the floor. He started on his trousers, carefully unbuckling the heartagram belt and casting it, and the jeans, aside.
Then he started to strip for Bam, shimmying as he pushed his jeans down, as they fell to the floor. He stepped aside, and imitated a Chippendale as he removed his shirt. He knew Bam was enjoying this, as he had already grabbed the lube and was currently applying it to his quivering member.
Both knew that ‘Welcome Home’ sex was the best kind.
BAM…
The journey home was torture. He was horny as hell, and DAMN did he want to welcome Ville home. He had already done something to welcome him, but nobody, except Ape, knew about it, and she was sworn to secrecy. Everybody was chatting randomly and Bam as enjoying the comic value of his friends. Suddenly, Bam felt Ville’s hand on his, and he turned and smiled at his love. He realised that tonight, he was going to finally have done Ville some justice. He had worked hard to get the bedroom to the standard Ville would normally have it at when he was treating him. He had candles, warming oils, lube and any Gods amount of music.
As soon as he pulled up outside his castle, Bam opened the door, and hopped out. He opened the trunk and went to the door. As it swung open and he stepped in, he was immediately pinned to the wall by Ville. Passionate kisses gave way to erotic moans, and soon he was tugging Ville towards the bedroom. He was going to show him how much he missed him and how much his love had grown in the months Ville had been away.
Then Ville saw it. The bandage. And he decided to ask about it.
‘Baby?’
‘Mmm?’
‘What happened to your arm?’
‘Nothing, I got another tattoo, that’s all.’
‘Of??’
‘I’m not telling you, you’ll see it when it’s healed.’ Bam was giving nothing away.
Suddenly he was being pushed onto the bed and being stripped. Ville started to do a striptease. Bam was immediately lubing himself up. He was going to welcome Ville home properly, and he was going to do it right. He grasped hold of Ville’s waist, and pulled him to himself. He kissed his thin, yet muscular stomach, and licked his sprawling heartagram tattoo, steadily getting lower, until he had taken Ville in his mouth and was sucking him off like never before. Ville was writhing and moaning beneath him, spurring him on. Suddenly he was fingering him, rapidly, readying Ville for the next stage of the evening.
He lined himself up at Ville’s entrance, and slowly invaded him, speeding up to hear how much he was pleasing his lover. He pounded in and out, soon feeling a familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach. He was getting close, and at this stage, Ville was screaming with ecstasy. He came inside his lover and slowly pulled out, breathing heavily.
As he collapsed alongside Ville, quivering with pleasure, he finally spoke. Although it was a short sentence, he meant every word of what he said.
‘I love you, I missed you so much.’
But he would be proving his love the next morning too.