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Title: The House That Man-Love Built
Author: myforgottenpain
Pairing: Vam, Johnny Knoxville/Ryan Dunn… actually multiple pairings might be more appropriate…
Rating: R for content and ES for Excessive Smut.
Summary: What brought Bam, Ville, Johnny, and Ryan together….
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to Ville Valo, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, or Johnny Knoxville. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends.
Authors Notes: This started off as a crack fic for Jezebel1389… but it deserves its own mini series. Enjoy! This too is dedicated to the lovely Jezzie! **** Johnny's story came from this website: http://www.finlandia.com/default.aspx *****
I haven't decided if I will post more of Reward Week... or the one shot I came up with when trying to write more for this story. Since the next chapter of Reward Week is still being developed... it will probably be the one shot. I will most likely be posting in the early afternoon time as well... after tomorrow...I'm not sure how often I will be posting, but I will try to make trips to the library to post for you guys! :)
With a quick twist of his wrist he released water into the porcelain claw foot bathtub. Sitting on the edge of it, he let the water run over his fingers until the temperature was perfect. He enjoyed a smoke while the bathtub filled with steamy water. Standing up he slowly pulled his clothes off, so he could soak away some of the tension that had started to build inside of him.
Stepping into the tub, Ville sighed with contentment at the bite of the hot water on his skin. He dunked himself completely under it, remaining submerged for a moment or two before coming up for air. His eyes remained closed as he leaned against the back, his hands dangling over the edge. He was delightfully tingly; his skin already turned a nice shade of red from the heat of the water.
His moment of peace and relaxation was broken by a very familiar voice. At first he continued to lie the way he was, eyes closed, unsure if he should encourage the other man. Not that it really mattered, since he was sure that wouldn’t stop the older man. If he wanted to continue he would, always pushing the envelope.
“The sun rises. The sun sets. Nothing could be more predictable. But here in Finland, nature plays by a different set of rules. During the summer, the sun refuses to set, creating “days” that last months. This special occurrence is called the ”Midnight Sun”.”
Initially he had only been interested when he heard something about Finland, but the name Midnight Sun. Ville opened his eyes, wondering where this line of conversation (as one sided as it was at the time) was going. But he continued to lay there, almost afraid to look back to where the voice was coming.
Johnny pushed away from doorway to the bathroom and moved into it more. “The Midnight Sun is such an important part of our culture; we’ve honored it by giving it a prominent place on every bottle of Finlandia Vodka.”
Ville jerked, twisting so he could look at see where Johnny was. The older man was leaning against the counter, reading from a slip of paper.
“The six-row barley we use to make our vodka reaps the benefits of nature’s special nurturing. While growing, the six-row barley soaks up Finland’s pristine air and water, and draws nourishment from its untainted soils.” Johnny paused, trying not to grin, which only made him want to grin more. “You really are a bunch of egotistical assholes.”
Ville chuckled, sinking back into the water. “You’re just jealous.”
“What the fuck is six-row barley?”
“Obviously you don’t know anything about good vodka.” Ville replied simply.
“That’s why I’m asking… to educate myself on the only thing Finn’s seem to know anything about.” Johnny said in a playfully teasing tone.
Ville pointed to Johnny, “That’s not true. We know a lot about very important things.”
“Like what?” Johnny asked, sitting on the counter now, leaning forward as he took in the lovely sight of Ville soaking in the bath water.
“Like… saunas.”
“It feels like a god damn sauna in here.” Johnny said, taking a hold of his collar, moving it back and forth in an attempt to fan himself.
“Pussy.” Ville said, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small grin. “This is nothing compared to a proper Finnish sauna.”
“Well maybe if you are nice I’ll invest in a sauna.” Johnny said, his own smile broadening, enjoying the fact that they were actually talking.
“You wouldn’t even make Bam a skate ramp. Why the hell would you make me a sauna?” Ville asked, moving his fingers back and forth in the water slowly.
Johnny leaned back against the mirror, tilting his head to the side for a moment. “I did put in stuff he could skate on.” He pointed out.
“It’s not the same thing.” Ville said, tilting his head so he could look at Johnny. The water from his original emergence into the water was still trailing over his body, slowly drying.
“Yeah but think of all the things you could do in a sauna. All those hot, sweaty bodies… “ Johnny started, running his tongue over his teeth. He could already picture what they could do in such a state.
“Who says you couldn’t do them on a skate ramp?” Ville asked, eyes dancing with a spark that was quite devilish.
“Are you speaking from experience?” Johnny asked, perking one of his eyebrows.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Ville said quickly, looking away from Johnny finally, a small smile on his lips.
“Do you want the rest of your story?” Johnny asked, snatching the paper off the counter space next to him in an overly dramatic manner.
“There’s more?”
“Of course, silly Finnish rock star.” Johnny cleared his throat and looked at the paper in his hand. “It may seem that nature has slighted us by giving Finland a very brief growing season….” Johnny stopped and peeked at Johnny. “Aw… you poor thing.”
Ville’s answer was to flip Johnny off.
Chuckling, Johnny continued reading. “In reality, nature has done us a great favor by blessing our summer skies with the midnight sun, a sun that refuses to set for months at a time.” Again Johnny paused and looked to Ville. “Damn… four months… no wonder you guys are a bunch of pale, mopey, alcoholic bastards.”
“You’re jealous that you don’t come with a built in excuse to be wasted all the time.” Ville answered simply, picking up the body wash and rag so he could start washing himself.
Johnny wasn’t able to answer right away, watching the other man lather up the rag. Then he ran it over his exposed skin, leaving behind a trail of suds that slowly slide the rest of the way down his skin. God he just wanted to pounce that man and do very dirty, dirty things to him. “Anyways… Under the sustaining glow of the midnight sun, the barley slowly ripens to delicate strands of gold.”
“Well?” Ville asked, looking to Johnny, expecting some sort of wise ass comment. When it didn’t come he sat up more. “Johnny?” He asked softly, leaning over the edge of the tub.
“Something about the harmony of nature making the vodka as clean and crisp as the country that made it.” Johnny babbled, crunching up the paper, tossing it to the side. “The end.”
Ville smiled and clapped his hands. “That was a wonderful story.”
“Of course it was… it was all about how great your country is and vodka. It’s practically a traditional Finnish bed time story. I’m sure you were lulled to sleep many times with tales such as this as a wee little Willa.” Johnny was able to get out in a slightly teasing manner.
Ville placed his arms on the edge of the tub, resting his chin on it. “Always with my favorite bottle of vodka.”
“Speaking of which…” Johnny got up and went back into the hallway, coming back with two shot glasses and a bottle… but not any bottle, or any vodka. Johnny was pleased at the look on Ville’s face when he recognized the label.
“Finlandia…” Ville whispered, as if harkening a god’s name.
“Mixed berries.” Johnny said with more confidence, waving the bottle in front of Ville’s face. “I was going to make you some mixed cocktail like thing… but I figured you would like to go right to the main event.”
“Very much so.” Ville said, reaching out for the delicious bottle of Finnish vodka; his smile falling when the precious liquor was yanked away from him.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy did you?” Johnny asked, with a grin, turning so he could place the shot glasses on the counter. Cracking the bottle open he smelled the liquor. “Mmm… delicious.” He took a drink from it, “God is that good. Everything you would expect from imported vodka… especially from the fine country of Finland.”
“Damn you…” Ville growled, “Damn you to hell Johnny.”
Johnny chuckled, pouring the vodka into the shot glasses. Picking them up, he walked back over to Ville. “I want something in exchange for each shot.”
“Like what?” Ville asked, leaning back away from the older man, slightly worried now about what he wanted.
“Just a kiss.”
“Only a kiss?” Ville echoed.
“Only a kiss…” Johnny repeated, extending his arm so Ville could take the shot.
Keeping his eyes on Johnny, Ville reached out and gently took the shot glass, pulling it close to himself as Johnny moved with it, refusing to let go.
Johnny leaned down and brushed his lips against Ville’s, tingling all over when Ville brushed his lips against his. Ville quickly kissed Johnny yanking the shot glass away from Johnny so he could down it.
“Cheater!” Johnny scowled, pushing on Ville’s shoulder before downing his own shot.
Ville chuckled, “You never said it had to be a deep kiss.”
“It was in the fine print of the agreement.” Johnny mumbled, refilling his shot glass. “I don’t think you deserve any more.”
“Please…” Ville said softly, batting his eyes at Johnny.
“Will you give me a decent kiss?”
“Will you give me a decent shot?” Ville countered, raising one of his eyebrows.
Johnny chuckled as he walked over to the bathtub. Gulping down his second shot, he shivered when Ville touched his side. Leaning down he meet Ville’s lips for a little kiss. Their lips played against one another, their tongues slipping out just a little, brushing against one another. Just when it seemed he might be able to capture that mouth Ville suddenly yanked it away. Unbeknownst to him, Ville had slowly inched his hand over the neck of the bottle, successfully yanking it away from Johnny.
Ville leaned back and started chugging the vodka. He lowered the bottle, smiling with satisfaction. “God that was delicious.”
“God you were delicious…” Johnny mumbled, licking his lips, quite worked up over the teasing exchange that was going on. He watched as Ville took another drink, reaching out with a shaky hand to take the bottle of vodka from Ville. He took a smaller drink from the bottle, his eyes still on Ville, wanting him terribly.
“Oh yeah? Better than Finnish vodka?” Ville asked, leaning back into the water, debating that he should turn the hot water on and refill the tub.
“Much better…” Johnny answered, taking a seat on the edge of the tub. Reaching in, he trailed his fingers along Ville’s leg, slowly moving down his inner thigh. The gasp that came from Ville’s lips, the way he tensed up under his attention, excited Johnny further.
“Johnny…” Ville whispered, gazing up at Johnny with uncertainty in his eyes.
“It’s alright Ville… let me love you… let me make your body feel thinks you never dreamed possible. I could make you feel such delightful things…” Johnny whispered in a husky tone, becoming overridden with desire for the other man.
“Johnny… I don’t… I’m not sure…” Ville whispered, trying to back away from Johnny, crying out again when Johnny yanked him close.
“I want you.” Johnny cried out, pulling Ville close, mashing his lips against Ville’s.
Ville’s eyes popped open, initially struggling against Johnny’s body while attempting to push against him, splashing the water in the process.
But Johnny was undeterred from his mission. He held Ville’s struggling body against his own, falling into the tub with the younger man, flooding the bathroom floor with water. He repeatly kissed Ville, nipping at his lips, begging for entrance. The more Ville struggled against him, the more he wanted him.
The wrestling continued as Ville’s nails raked Johnny’s skin in an attempt to get him off of him. In return Johnny was yanking on Ville in an attempt to keep him close, his nails digging into his shoulders and hips.
Just when he was beginning to entertain the thought of releasing Ville, he felt the slightest bit of relaxation in the body next to him. Releasing his lips, Johnny started to kiss along Ville’s neck, hoping the man would finish relaxing. “I want you so much…” Johnny whispered in Ville’s ear.
“Johnny.” Ville gasped, sending shivers through Johnny’s body.
Johnny answered by trying to kiss Ville again. He brushed his tongue against Ville’s lips, moaning when he felt Ville’s tongue against it. It took some coaxing, their mouths moving against one another, their bodies relaxing, before Ville opened his mouth more. Once that happened Johnny took full advantage of it.
His tongue entered Ville’s mouth, moving against his tongue, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Pressing Ville against the back of the tub, Johnny slid into the water more. They were moaning softly, as their hands moved over each other.
Johnny wanted Ville so much, but the further his hand went down, the quicker Ville was to catch it and stop his attempts. “Let me….”
“No… I mean… I just don’t know if I’m ready…”
“All I ask for is a chance…” Johnny whispered back, water splashing over the side of the tub as they continued to wrestle around.
“Hey Johnny… Maddy is here.” Ryan said, walking into the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, looking over the scene before him. Both his lover and Ville, bodies and limbs entangled, both very flushed and aroused. “Ummm.. Johnny?”
Johnny reluctantly sat up, putting distance between himself and Ville. “I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes, alright?” While talking to Ryan Johnny was peeking at Ville, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile, his hand moving over Ville’s leg.
Ville looked away from Johnny, smiling softly anyways. “You should go and spend time with your daughter.”
“But I was just getting to know you.” Johnny whispered, running his fingers over Ville’s cheek.
Ryan cleared his throat. “She’s waiting downstairs.”
Johnny frowned a little at Ryan, “Bam’s down there isn’t he?”
“Yes?” Ryan said, unsure of what that had anything to do with the conversation at hand.
“Well Bam can keep her occupied for a few minutes… they haven’t seen each other in so long.” Johnny said, unconsciously moving closer to Ville.
“I should be heading back to Bam anyways.” Ville said, hurrying out of the bathtub and away from Johnny. For one glorious moment, Ville stood before Ryan and Johnny, dripping wet as he grabbed his towel, quickly covering himself.
“Ville… before you go.” Johnny said, stumbling out of the bathtub so he could go back to the counter, grabbing the bottle of vodka. He brushed past Ryan and was soon standing next to Ville again and gave him the bottle.
Blushing lightly, Ville took it. “Thank you.” His words were soft, his eyes lingering on Johnny’s. Taking the bottle slowly from Johnny, he flinched when the Jackass star touched his fingers like he had done before. It made him shiver, especially considering what he had come so close to doing.
“Think of me when you finish it.” Johnny whispered, kissing Ville on the cheek.
“Go spend time with your daughter.” Ville answered, taking the bottle as he we went into the other room. He grabbed some clothes and went into another room. He needed to get dressed as much as to relax after being so close to Johnny. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
Johnny started walking from the room too, surprised when Ryan stopped him. “What?”
“What were you guys doing in here?” Ryan asked, finding it hard to not show how hurt he was by all of this.
“Just getting to know each other.”
“By yourself?” Ryan mumbled.
“What’s the problem? You never minded me spending time with him before.” Johnny asked, slightly annoyed that Ryan was being so bitchy.
There was a lot Ryan wanted to say, but for the moment he said nothing. “Never mind.”
“I know you are upset because you think Ville will never give you a chance… but he will. You just have to be... persistent.” Johnny said with an air of confidence, knowing that every moment he got alone with Ville was a step closer to his ultimate desire.
“That’s more your style than mine.” Ryan mumbled, unable to stop himself from smiling when Johnny pulled him close.
“Exactly… so let me put my talents to work here. I think I’m finally getting to Ville.” Johnny drifted into thought as they walked down the stairts, remembering the way Ville tasted, the way it felt to have their bodies together.
Ryan frowned gently and sighed, that was exactly what he was beginning to worry about.
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3465323.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/5747.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/6232.html
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3522992.html
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3537756.html
Author: myforgottenpain
Pairing: Vam, Johnny Knoxville/Ryan Dunn… actually multiple pairings might be more appropriate…
Rating: R for content and ES for Excessive Smut.
Summary: What brought Bam, Ville, Johnny, and Ryan together….
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to Ville Valo, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, or Johnny Knoxville. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends.
Authors Notes: This started off as a crack fic for Jezebel1389… but it deserves its own mini series. Enjoy! This too is dedicated to the lovely Jezzie! **** Johnny's story came from this website: http://www.finlandia.com/default.aspx *****
I haven't decided if I will post more of Reward Week... or the one shot I came up with when trying to write more for this story. Since the next chapter of Reward Week is still being developed... it will probably be the one shot. I will most likely be posting in the early afternoon time as well... after tomorrow...I'm not sure how often I will be posting, but I will try to make trips to the library to post for you guys! :)
With a quick twist of his wrist he released water into the porcelain claw foot bathtub. Sitting on the edge of it, he let the water run over his fingers until the temperature was perfect. He enjoyed a smoke while the bathtub filled with steamy water. Standing up he slowly pulled his clothes off, so he could soak away some of the tension that had started to build inside of him.
Stepping into the tub, Ville sighed with contentment at the bite of the hot water on his skin. He dunked himself completely under it, remaining submerged for a moment or two before coming up for air. His eyes remained closed as he leaned against the back, his hands dangling over the edge. He was delightfully tingly; his skin already turned a nice shade of red from the heat of the water.
His moment of peace and relaxation was broken by a very familiar voice. At first he continued to lie the way he was, eyes closed, unsure if he should encourage the other man. Not that it really mattered, since he was sure that wouldn’t stop the older man. If he wanted to continue he would, always pushing the envelope.
“The sun rises. The sun sets. Nothing could be more predictable. But here in Finland, nature plays by a different set of rules. During the summer, the sun refuses to set, creating “days” that last months. This special occurrence is called the ”Midnight Sun”.”
Initially he had only been interested when he heard something about Finland, but the name Midnight Sun. Ville opened his eyes, wondering where this line of conversation (as one sided as it was at the time) was going. But he continued to lay there, almost afraid to look back to where the voice was coming.
Johnny pushed away from doorway to the bathroom and moved into it more. “The Midnight Sun is such an important part of our culture; we’ve honored it by giving it a prominent place on every bottle of Finlandia Vodka.”
Ville jerked, twisting so he could look at see where Johnny was. The older man was leaning against the counter, reading from a slip of paper.
“The six-row barley we use to make our vodka reaps the benefits of nature’s special nurturing. While growing, the six-row barley soaks up Finland’s pristine air and water, and draws nourishment from its untainted soils.” Johnny paused, trying not to grin, which only made him want to grin more. “You really are a bunch of egotistical assholes.”
Ville chuckled, sinking back into the water. “You’re just jealous.”
“What the fuck is six-row barley?”
“Obviously you don’t know anything about good vodka.” Ville replied simply.
“That’s why I’m asking… to educate myself on the only thing Finn’s seem to know anything about.” Johnny said in a playfully teasing tone.
Ville pointed to Johnny, “That’s not true. We know a lot about very important things.”
“Like what?” Johnny asked, sitting on the counter now, leaning forward as he took in the lovely sight of Ville soaking in the bath water.
“Like… saunas.”
“It feels like a god damn sauna in here.” Johnny said, taking a hold of his collar, moving it back and forth in an attempt to fan himself.
“Pussy.” Ville said, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small grin. “This is nothing compared to a proper Finnish sauna.”
“Well maybe if you are nice I’ll invest in a sauna.” Johnny said, his own smile broadening, enjoying the fact that they were actually talking.
“You wouldn’t even make Bam a skate ramp. Why the hell would you make me a sauna?” Ville asked, moving his fingers back and forth in the water slowly.
Johnny leaned back against the mirror, tilting his head to the side for a moment. “I did put in stuff he could skate on.” He pointed out.
“It’s not the same thing.” Ville said, tilting his head so he could look at Johnny. The water from his original emergence into the water was still trailing over his body, slowly drying.
“Yeah but think of all the things you could do in a sauna. All those hot, sweaty bodies… “ Johnny started, running his tongue over his teeth. He could already picture what they could do in such a state.
“Who says you couldn’t do them on a skate ramp?” Ville asked, eyes dancing with a spark that was quite devilish.
“Are you speaking from experience?” Johnny asked, perking one of his eyebrows.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Ville said quickly, looking away from Johnny finally, a small smile on his lips.
“Do you want the rest of your story?” Johnny asked, snatching the paper off the counter space next to him in an overly dramatic manner.
“There’s more?”
“Of course, silly Finnish rock star.” Johnny cleared his throat and looked at the paper in his hand. “It may seem that nature has slighted us by giving Finland a very brief growing season….” Johnny stopped and peeked at Johnny. “Aw… you poor thing.”
Ville’s answer was to flip Johnny off.
Chuckling, Johnny continued reading. “In reality, nature has done us a great favor by blessing our summer skies with the midnight sun, a sun that refuses to set for months at a time.” Again Johnny paused and looked to Ville. “Damn… four months… no wonder you guys are a bunch of pale, mopey, alcoholic bastards.”
“You’re jealous that you don’t come with a built in excuse to be wasted all the time.” Ville answered simply, picking up the body wash and rag so he could start washing himself.
Johnny wasn’t able to answer right away, watching the other man lather up the rag. Then he ran it over his exposed skin, leaving behind a trail of suds that slowly slide the rest of the way down his skin. God he just wanted to pounce that man and do very dirty, dirty things to him. “Anyways… Under the sustaining glow of the midnight sun, the barley slowly ripens to delicate strands of gold.”
“Well?” Ville asked, looking to Johnny, expecting some sort of wise ass comment. When it didn’t come he sat up more. “Johnny?” He asked softly, leaning over the edge of the tub.
“Something about the harmony of nature making the vodka as clean and crisp as the country that made it.” Johnny babbled, crunching up the paper, tossing it to the side. “The end.”
Ville smiled and clapped his hands. “That was a wonderful story.”
“Of course it was… it was all about how great your country is and vodka. It’s practically a traditional Finnish bed time story. I’m sure you were lulled to sleep many times with tales such as this as a wee little Willa.” Johnny was able to get out in a slightly teasing manner.
Ville placed his arms on the edge of the tub, resting his chin on it. “Always with my favorite bottle of vodka.”
“Speaking of which…” Johnny got up and went back into the hallway, coming back with two shot glasses and a bottle… but not any bottle, or any vodka. Johnny was pleased at the look on Ville’s face when he recognized the label.
“Finlandia…” Ville whispered, as if harkening a god’s name.
“Mixed berries.” Johnny said with more confidence, waving the bottle in front of Ville’s face. “I was going to make you some mixed cocktail like thing… but I figured you would like to go right to the main event.”
“Very much so.” Ville said, reaching out for the delicious bottle of Finnish vodka; his smile falling when the precious liquor was yanked away from him.
“You didn’t think it would be that easy did you?” Johnny asked, with a grin, turning so he could place the shot glasses on the counter. Cracking the bottle open he smelled the liquor. “Mmm… delicious.” He took a drink from it, “God is that good. Everything you would expect from imported vodka… especially from the fine country of Finland.”
“Damn you…” Ville growled, “Damn you to hell Johnny.”
Johnny chuckled, pouring the vodka into the shot glasses. Picking them up, he walked back over to Ville. “I want something in exchange for each shot.”
“Like what?” Ville asked, leaning back away from the older man, slightly worried now about what he wanted.
“Just a kiss.”
“Only a kiss?” Ville echoed.
“Only a kiss…” Johnny repeated, extending his arm so Ville could take the shot.
Keeping his eyes on Johnny, Ville reached out and gently took the shot glass, pulling it close to himself as Johnny moved with it, refusing to let go.
Johnny leaned down and brushed his lips against Ville’s, tingling all over when Ville brushed his lips against his. Ville quickly kissed Johnny yanking the shot glass away from Johnny so he could down it.
“Cheater!” Johnny scowled, pushing on Ville’s shoulder before downing his own shot.
Ville chuckled, “You never said it had to be a deep kiss.”
“It was in the fine print of the agreement.” Johnny mumbled, refilling his shot glass. “I don’t think you deserve any more.”
“Please…” Ville said softly, batting his eyes at Johnny.
“Will you give me a decent kiss?”
“Will you give me a decent shot?” Ville countered, raising one of his eyebrows.
Johnny chuckled as he walked over to the bathtub. Gulping down his second shot, he shivered when Ville touched his side. Leaning down he meet Ville’s lips for a little kiss. Their lips played against one another, their tongues slipping out just a little, brushing against one another. Just when it seemed he might be able to capture that mouth Ville suddenly yanked it away. Unbeknownst to him, Ville had slowly inched his hand over the neck of the bottle, successfully yanking it away from Johnny.
Ville leaned back and started chugging the vodka. He lowered the bottle, smiling with satisfaction. “God that was delicious.”
“God you were delicious…” Johnny mumbled, licking his lips, quite worked up over the teasing exchange that was going on. He watched as Ville took another drink, reaching out with a shaky hand to take the bottle of vodka from Ville. He took a smaller drink from the bottle, his eyes still on Ville, wanting him terribly.
“Oh yeah? Better than Finnish vodka?” Ville asked, leaning back into the water, debating that he should turn the hot water on and refill the tub.
“Much better…” Johnny answered, taking a seat on the edge of the tub. Reaching in, he trailed his fingers along Ville’s leg, slowly moving down his inner thigh. The gasp that came from Ville’s lips, the way he tensed up under his attention, excited Johnny further.
“Johnny…” Ville whispered, gazing up at Johnny with uncertainty in his eyes.
“It’s alright Ville… let me love you… let me make your body feel thinks you never dreamed possible. I could make you feel such delightful things…” Johnny whispered in a husky tone, becoming overridden with desire for the other man.
“Johnny… I don’t… I’m not sure…” Ville whispered, trying to back away from Johnny, crying out again when Johnny yanked him close.
“I want you.” Johnny cried out, pulling Ville close, mashing his lips against Ville’s.
Ville’s eyes popped open, initially struggling against Johnny’s body while attempting to push against him, splashing the water in the process.
But Johnny was undeterred from his mission. He held Ville’s struggling body against his own, falling into the tub with the younger man, flooding the bathroom floor with water. He repeatly kissed Ville, nipping at his lips, begging for entrance. The more Ville struggled against him, the more he wanted him.
The wrestling continued as Ville’s nails raked Johnny’s skin in an attempt to get him off of him. In return Johnny was yanking on Ville in an attempt to keep him close, his nails digging into his shoulders and hips.
Just when he was beginning to entertain the thought of releasing Ville, he felt the slightest bit of relaxation in the body next to him. Releasing his lips, Johnny started to kiss along Ville’s neck, hoping the man would finish relaxing. “I want you so much…” Johnny whispered in Ville’s ear.
“Johnny.” Ville gasped, sending shivers through Johnny’s body.
Johnny answered by trying to kiss Ville again. He brushed his tongue against Ville’s lips, moaning when he felt Ville’s tongue against it. It took some coaxing, their mouths moving against one another, their bodies relaxing, before Ville opened his mouth more. Once that happened Johnny took full advantage of it.
His tongue entered Ville’s mouth, moving against his tongue, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Pressing Ville against the back of the tub, Johnny slid into the water more. They were moaning softly, as their hands moved over each other.
Johnny wanted Ville so much, but the further his hand went down, the quicker Ville was to catch it and stop his attempts. “Let me….”
“No… I mean… I just don’t know if I’m ready…”
“All I ask for is a chance…” Johnny whispered back, water splashing over the side of the tub as they continued to wrestle around.
“Hey Johnny… Maddy is here.” Ryan said, walking into the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, looking over the scene before him. Both his lover and Ville, bodies and limbs entangled, both very flushed and aroused. “Ummm.. Johnny?”
Johnny reluctantly sat up, putting distance between himself and Ville. “I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes, alright?” While talking to Ryan Johnny was peeking at Ville, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile, his hand moving over Ville’s leg.
Ville looked away from Johnny, smiling softly anyways. “You should go and spend time with your daughter.”
“But I was just getting to know you.” Johnny whispered, running his fingers over Ville’s cheek.
Ryan cleared his throat. “She’s waiting downstairs.”
Johnny frowned a little at Ryan, “Bam’s down there isn’t he?”
“Yes?” Ryan said, unsure of what that had anything to do with the conversation at hand.
“Well Bam can keep her occupied for a few minutes… they haven’t seen each other in so long.” Johnny said, unconsciously moving closer to Ville.
“I should be heading back to Bam anyways.” Ville said, hurrying out of the bathtub and away from Johnny. For one glorious moment, Ville stood before Ryan and Johnny, dripping wet as he grabbed his towel, quickly covering himself.
“Ville… before you go.” Johnny said, stumbling out of the bathtub so he could go back to the counter, grabbing the bottle of vodka. He brushed past Ryan and was soon standing next to Ville again and gave him the bottle.
Blushing lightly, Ville took it. “Thank you.” His words were soft, his eyes lingering on Johnny’s. Taking the bottle slowly from Johnny, he flinched when the Jackass star touched his fingers like he had done before. It made him shiver, especially considering what he had come so close to doing.
“Think of me when you finish it.” Johnny whispered, kissing Ville on the cheek.
“Go spend time with your daughter.” Ville answered, taking the bottle as he we went into the other room. He grabbed some clothes and went into another room. He needed to get dressed as much as to relax after being so close to Johnny. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
Johnny started walking from the room too, surprised when Ryan stopped him. “What?”
“What were you guys doing in here?” Ryan asked, finding it hard to not show how hurt he was by all of this.
“Just getting to know each other.”
“By yourself?” Ryan mumbled.
“What’s the problem? You never minded me spending time with him before.” Johnny asked, slightly annoyed that Ryan was being so bitchy.
There was a lot Ryan wanted to say, but for the moment he said nothing. “Never mind.”
“I know you are upset because you think Ville will never give you a chance… but he will. You just have to be... persistent.” Johnny said with an air of confidence, knowing that every moment he got alone with Ville was a step closer to his ultimate desire.
“That’s more your style than mine.” Ryan mumbled, unable to stop himself from smiling when Johnny pulled him close.
“Exactly… so let me put my talents to work here. I think I’m finally getting to Ville.” Johnny drifted into thought as they walked down the stairts, remembering the way Ville tasted, the way it felt to have their bodies together.
Ryan frowned gently and sighed, that was exactly what he was beginning to worry about.
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