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So, my muse decided to go to drinking all weekend so I haven't written anything for a few days. Then the challenge post came up...hehehe. I had fun writing this, I hope there will be more challenges.
NC-17.
"AAWWW BUNNY!" Ville pointed, giggling as he stumbled over his own feet, falling hard against me. I rolled my eyes, grasping his shoulders so he didn't fall over. He was so wasted. I never should have agreed with picking him up tonight. Fun fun fun, he'll probably hug and kiss me because he's so drunk he can't tell who it is he's talking to. And my heart will hurt, wishing that he felt more for me but I know he never will. He's just a big flirt, he thinks it's perfectly acceptable for him to french the hell out of me when he's had a few crate keg.
I'll admit though, I don't push him away as quickly as I should. I let myself absorb his taste and touch and pretend in my head that he's kissing me because he loves me, in the same way I love him. But then I can smell the vodka on his breath and remember that he'll never remember this in the morning. If he was to ever remember it, he'd probably freak out and tell me to get as far away from him as possible.
"What the fuck are you on about?" I asked him curiously, laughing at his raised eyebrows in my direction.
"Look, bitch!" He pointed excitedly; half-pouting, half-grinning. "I love bunnies!" He clapped his hands like a child and I couldn't stop laughing at the sight. Some (very drunk) guy was dressed in a pale pink rabbit suit (think Green Day), skipping down the road. After Jackass, nothing surprised me, but I suppose it was a pretty funny sight. Ville grabbed my hand and pulled me over to go talk to him. I sighed, another night of following him around, making sure he doesn't kill himself. Yep, sounds about right.
"HI BUNNY!" He slurred loudly, reaching to give the man a hug who was obviously as hammered as him as he hugged Ville back. "It's not Easter, so why are you here?" Ville giggled insanely, prodding me in the side with his finger as if to say 'Yo, Bam, laugh with me here'. I forced a smile. Why do I keep coming back? I have a life too, but then he calls wanting me to do something for him and I'm there in a heartbeat.
Now he's pinching his ass. And kissing him. Don't tell me he's coming onto a fucking pink rabbit. Come on, this is just unreal. "Enough Ville" I said softly, pulling on the back of his shirt. He pouted at me, and then promptly forgetting the rabbit man was ever there, he interlaced his fingers with mine and literally skipped away. He's a grown man and he's skipping around like a ballerina. "You despair me Vil" I muttered under my breath, but he didn't hear me, he was far too interested in humming some song.
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yaaaaaaaard" Ville sang in falsetto, now twirling and dancing around the street. I shook my head, but couldn't help but laugh. He tried to ballroom dance with me but I was having none of it. I was far too sober to make a fool of myself, and if I encouraged him to act stupid he might put the moves on me again because he knows I can't resist him.
"Why you got to spoil my fun eh Bammie?" Ville asked quietly, pouting at me again. He was totally putting the sad eyes on, knowing that it made me melt inside. It should be illegal for him to do that. I tried to reason with him but he ignored me, pulling his tongue out at me and folding his arms with an 'I'm not listening' look on his face.
"You're such an ass hat sometimes Bam Bam."
"An ass hat?" I tried to surpress a giggle. What the fuck was an ass hat? I don't think Ville knew either because he suddenly burst out laughing, until tears ran down his face, every now and then muttering 'ass hat' and he'd start all over again.
"Come on Vil, in the car" I said soothingly, unlocking my hand from his and wiping the clammyness on my t shirt, then motioning to the crimson coloured Hummer in front of him. He smiled a sly grin at me, his eyes shining in the moonlight. Why did he make me so nervous? We'd been close friends for over three years now, every moment with him was magical to me, but I was constantly on edge and cautious of what he'd do next. That's the thing with Ville, he does what he wants when he wants, he never stops to think about consequences. I wish I was more like him. Yeah, physically I'll fuck myself around but I wouldn't play with someone's heart. I must feel guilt more easily than he does. I can't do that to people now, because I know just how much it aches when Ville does it to me.
We drove in silence, except for the radio that was playing quietly. I don't know why, the radio was never on in my car. But I was too exhausted to bother getting a CD. "Bam?" I heard a quiet voice from the back. He sounded tired now, although there was still an edge of excitement and fun that had my pulse racing everytime I heard his thick accent. "Pull over..." He moaned and I grimaced, pulling over as soon as I could on the long black road that was empty except for them. I figured he was going to puke or something so I just sat facing forward, waiting for his command to drive again.
"Bammie, come here" he whined. I turned around and leaned over the chair, an eyebrow raised in mock protest. "What is it Ville? It's the middle of the night, quit playing around." I said sternly. I was too tired for all of this, and thinking about my bed and how warm and cosy I'd be made me even worse, as I involuntarily yawned and rubbed my eyes.
I felt his hand on my chest, and a slight tug on my shirt. Opening my eyes, I saw him staring at me. Something was different in those eyes, however I couldn't determine what it was because he broke the gaze, pulling me by the shirt closer to him.
"Come here" Ville insisted sharply, and I scrambled over the chair so I was sat next to him in the back seat. Anything to shut his drunk ass up, so I could go home. He rested his head on my chest, one arm lazily hung around my neck where he mindlessly tousled the loose strands of my hair.
"Bammie, am I a mess?" He asked me quietly. I coudln't work out if he was in a sarcastic jokey mood or he was seriously asking me this. It didn't make much difference to the answer, I mean what else can you say except 'no of course not'.
"You're not a mess Ville" I said firmly. No, I was the mess. Stop leaning against me, because the warmth of your skin is driving me wild. I sighed inwardly, trying to not let myself enjoy his fingers running across the sensitive skin on my neck. It wasn't working.
"I am though. I'm a total mess. I'm sorry I always fuck things up in the end. I don't mean to Bam...." He trailed off, his free arm gripping me tight around the waist. He nuzzled into the space between my shoulder and neck, his lips dangerously close to my face. He pressed them against my neck softly, working his way along my jawline until he eventually stopped when he had reached eye level. My breath caught in my throat. Don't do this to me again Ville, I can't take it.
"You're so wasted" I managed, trying to laugh. He shrugged and widened his eyes innocently.
"And your point...?" Ville slurred. "I'm always wasted. I am a waste, I shouldn't even exist, nobody would care if I went away and never came back." I frowned. This wasn't the usual drunken Ville. And there's so many people that adore him, so I don't know why he's talking like this.
"Vil, let's get you home, you've had alot to drink." I opened the door of the car. He grabbed onto my hand, not letting me get up.
"Would you care?" He gripped onto my hand tight, and sat upright staring at me intently.
"About what?" I asked tiredly.
"Would you miss me if I wasn't here anymore?" He asked suspiciously, and I nodded, thinking of how to answer that question verbally without making a fool of myself.
He suddenly kissed me hard on the lips, pushing his body weight against my chest so I was lying beneath him.
"I think you would too." Ville agreed, his voice was rough and his breathing increased as his eyes looked me up and down. His long fingers ran down the sides of my body, resting on my stomach, as he leant in to kiss me again, letting his legs straddle my hips so he could sit more comfortably. I swear to god, I've never felt so terrified in my life.
"Relax Bam, I'm not going to rape you." Ville's drunken giggles turned into a full blown snickerfit. I rolled my eyes. Seriously though, this was really uncomfortable. He knew I had feelings for him, everybody knew, and he tortured me in every way possible, especially when he had been drinking.
"Ville, get off me, this isn't funny." I tried to reason, my voice was small and powerless. I didn't really want him to get off me, but the complete agony of him not remembering this tomorrow would torture me all over again. He raised an eyebrow at me, licking his lips like a lion about to attack his prey.
"When will you admit that you want this." He whispered; nibbling on my earlobe, his steamed breath down the back of my neck made me shudder. He knew full well I wanted this more than anything.
"You're the one that doesn't remember all the other times you've been like...this when you're pissed" I argued back. There, I said it. I never had brought up the other times before, the other times I'd been able to stop him before we made a mistake that would ruin our friendship and cause me to fall apart.
"Bammie, Bammie, Bammie" He said with a sigh. "I remember everything." He murmered into my ear, as his fingers sneaked their way down my pants, fiddling with the buttons as they went. He shifted his weight so his petruding hip bones hit mine, and I could feel his erection pressed against my abdomin.
"I remember every kiss and touch I've given you, and also everytime you push me away because you think I'm kidding you around. Why would I do that to you?" He said softly, his accent growing stronger and his voice low and demanding.
"I don't know..." I began but he silenced me instantly with a searching kiss, trying to unfasten my jeans at the same. His fingers finally won, and he urgently tugged at the material. I wasn't fighting it, and I suddenly realised I didn't have for just this night. So I let it in, I let his taste and scent wash over me and I soon lost all concentration and coherence.
Sharp, stinging but pleasurable pain. I knew it wouldn't last, the pain. I had to just grin and bear it. The surroundings blurred around me, so I looked into his eyes, as if they were the only thing I could trust to be real. This didn't feel real though, it felt like an extremely vivid dream that I wouldn't ever want to wake up from. He thrusted harder and faster now, pushing deep into me and consequently leaving me weak and powerless. He moaned into my throat with every move made, sounding reminiscent of "Resurrection", and his sharp fingernails clawed my sides. I winced at the pain, and I could feel trickles of blood running down my sides but I enjoyed the pain. It made it all seem more real and passionate.
I felt his need becoming even harder and stronger, and even Ville who seemed so sure and controlled all the time, lost his power for a moment when he gripped onto my body for dear life, releasing everything he had deep inside me. He even sounded angelic when he groaned in ecstasy. Slower the pace became, as he caught his breath back and he focused on kissing my neck and chest hungrily. It didn't take long for me to follow. I surpressed a cry as the tension released from my body, arching my back unintentionally. A satisfied smile spread across Ville's face and he rested his forehead against mine, playfully biting on my bottom lip.
"That was fucking..." I said breathlessly and he smiled at me.
"Yes, that was fucking." He said instantly, giggling, and I pinched his side in protest.
"Shut up Vil" I laughed too, moving the hair out of his eyes so I could get lost in their magic all over again. I stared in silence for a moment, and felt like I never wanted to move this spot. He caught me off guard, kissing my lips sweetly at first then passionate and forcefully, arguably the greatest kiss I'd ever received.
"I love you" Ville said grinning, after the kiss. My eyes widened and I smirked at him.
"Didn't think you were going to say that...." I managed. He smiled victoriously and showered my jaw and neck in butterfly kisses, moaning softly so the vibrations gave me goosebumps.
"Don't tell me you love me too Bam, it's fine, no problem" He pulled his tongue at me, then rested his head on my shoulder once more. A mocking grin on his face, he lazily traced my abdomin tattoo with one finger whilst admiring his handiwork on my sides.
"Of course I love you Ville, I always have...now shut up and kiss me, because you're being an ass hat." We erupted in giggles and soon afterwards fell asleep. The last thought I had before falling asleep entangled in Ville's arms was, what the fuck would the cops do if they stumbled across us right now? Fuck them, fuck them all, I'm living my dream here. Don't ever let me wake up.
NC-17.
"AAWWW BUNNY!" Ville pointed, giggling as he stumbled over his own feet, falling hard against me. I rolled my eyes, grasping his shoulders so he didn't fall over. He was so wasted. I never should have agreed with picking him up tonight. Fun fun fun, he'll probably hug and kiss me because he's so drunk he can't tell who it is he's talking to. And my heart will hurt, wishing that he felt more for me but I know he never will. He's just a big flirt, he thinks it's perfectly acceptable for him to french the hell out of me when he's had a few crate keg.
I'll admit though, I don't push him away as quickly as I should. I let myself absorb his taste and touch and pretend in my head that he's kissing me because he loves me, in the same way I love him. But then I can smell the vodka on his breath and remember that he'll never remember this in the morning. If he was to ever remember it, he'd probably freak out and tell me to get as far away from him as possible.
"What the fuck are you on about?" I asked him curiously, laughing at his raised eyebrows in my direction.
"Look, bitch!" He pointed excitedly; half-pouting, half-grinning. "I love bunnies!" He clapped his hands like a child and I couldn't stop laughing at the sight. Some (very drunk) guy was dressed in a pale pink rabbit suit (think Green Day), skipping down the road. After Jackass, nothing surprised me, but I suppose it was a pretty funny sight. Ville grabbed my hand and pulled me over to go talk to him. I sighed, another night of following him around, making sure he doesn't kill himself. Yep, sounds about right.
"HI BUNNY!" He slurred loudly, reaching to give the man a hug who was obviously as hammered as him as he hugged Ville back. "It's not Easter, so why are you here?" Ville giggled insanely, prodding me in the side with his finger as if to say 'Yo, Bam, laugh with me here'. I forced a smile. Why do I keep coming back? I have a life too, but then he calls wanting me to do something for him and I'm there in a heartbeat.
Now he's pinching his ass. And kissing him. Don't tell me he's coming onto a fucking pink rabbit. Come on, this is just unreal. "Enough Ville" I said softly, pulling on the back of his shirt. He pouted at me, and then promptly forgetting the rabbit man was ever there, he interlaced his fingers with mine and literally skipped away. He's a grown man and he's skipping around like a ballerina. "You despair me Vil" I muttered under my breath, but he didn't hear me, he was far too interested in humming some song.
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yaaaaaaaard" Ville sang in falsetto, now twirling and dancing around the street. I shook my head, but couldn't help but laugh. He tried to ballroom dance with me but I was having none of it. I was far too sober to make a fool of myself, and if I encouraged him to act stupid he might put the moves on me again because he knows I can't resist him.
"Why you got to spoil my fun eh Bammie?" Ville asked quietly, pouting at me again. He was totally putting the sad eyes on, knowing that it made me melt inside. It should be illegal for him to do that. I tried to reason with him but he ignored me, pulling his tongue out at me and folding his arms with an 'I'm not listening' look on his face.
"You're such an ass hat sometimes Bam Bam."
"An ass hat?" I tried to surpress a giggle. What the fuck was an ass hat? I don't think Ville knew either because he suddenly burst out laughing, until tears ran down his face, every now and then muttering 'ass hat' and he'd start all over again.
"Come on Vil, in the car" I said soothingly, unlocking my hand from his and wiping the clammyness on my t shirt, then motioning to the crimson coloured Hummer in front of him. He smiled a sly grin at me, his eyes shining in the moonlight. Why did he make me so nervous? We'd been close friends for over three years now, every moment with him was magical to me, but I was constantly on edge and cautious of what he'd do next. That's the thing with Ville, he does what he wants when he wants, he never stops to think about consequences. I wish I was more like him. Yeah, physically I'll fuck myself around but I wouldn't play with someone's heart. I must feel guilt more easily than he does. I can't do that to people now, because I know just how much it aches when Ville does it to me.
We drove in silence, except for the radio that was playing quietly. I don't know why, the radio was never on in my car. But I was too exhausted to bother getting a CD. "Bam?" I heard a quiet voice from the back. He sounded tired now, although there was still an edge of excitement and fun that had my pulse racing everytime I heard his thick accent. "Pull over..." He moaned and I grimaced, pulling over as soon as I could on the long black road that was empty except for them. I figured he was going to puke or something so I just sat facing forward, waiting for his command to drive again.
"Bammie, come here" he whined. I turned around and leaned over the chair, an eyebrow raised in mock protest. "What is it Ville? It's the middle of the night, quit playing around." I said sternly. I was too tired for all of this, and thinking about my bed and how warm and cosy I'd be made me even worse, as I involuntarily yawned and rubbed my eyes.
I felt his hand on my chest, and a slight tug on my shirt. Opening my eyes, I saw him staring at me. Something was different in those eyes, however I couldn't determine what it was because he broke the gaze, pulling me by the shirt closer to him.
"Come here" Ville insisted sharply, and I scrambled over the chair so I was sat next to him in the back seat. Anything to shut his drunk ass up, so I could go home. He rested his head on my chest, one arm lazily hung around my neck where he mindlessly tousled the loose strands of my hair.
"Bammie, am I a mess?" He asked me quietly. I coudln't work out if he was in a sarcastic jokey mood or he was seriously asking me this. It didn't make much difference to the answer, I mean what else can you say except 'no of course not'.
"You're not a mess Ville" I said firmly. No, I was the mess. Stop leaning against me, because the warmth of your skin is driving me wild. I sighed inwardly, trying to not let myself enjoy his fingers running across the sensitive skin on my neck. It wasn't working.
"I am though. I'm a total mess. I'm sorry I always fuck things up in the end. I don't mean to Bam...." He trailed off, his free arm gripping me tight around the waist. He nuzzled into the space between my shoulder and neck, his lips dangerously close to my face. He pressed them against my neck softly, working his way along my jawline until he eventually stopped when he had reached eye level. My breath caught in my throat. Don't do this to me again Ville, I can't take it.
"You're so wasted" I managed, trying to laugh. He shrugged and widened his eyes innocently.
"And your point...?" Ville slurred. "I'm always wasted. I am a waste, I shouldn't even exist, nobody would care if I went away and never came back." I frowned. This wasn't the usual drunken Ville. And there's so many people that adore him, so I don't know why he's talking like this.
"Vil, let's get you home, you've had alot to drink." I opened the door of the car. He grabbed onto my hand, not letting me get up.
"Would you care?" He gripped onto my hand tight, and sat upright staring at me intently.
"About what?" I asked tiredly.
"Would you miss me if I wasn't here anymore?" He asked suspiciously, and I nodded, thinking of how to answer that question verbally without making a fool of myself.
He suddenly kissed me hard on the lips, pushing his body weight against my chest so I was lying beneath him.
"I think you would too." Ville agreed, his voice was rough and his breathing increased as his eyes looked me up and down. His long fingers ran down the sides of my body, resting on my stomach, as he leant in to kiss me again, letting his legs straddle my hips so he could sit more comfortably. I swear to god, I've never felt so terrified in my life.
"Relax Bam, I'm not going to rape you." Ville's drunken giggles turned into a full blown snickerfit. I rolled my eyes. Seriously though, this was really uncomfortable. He knew I had feelings for him, everybody knew, and he tortured me in every way possible, especially when he had been drinking.
"Ville, get off me, this isn't funny." I tried to reason, my voice was small and powerless. I didn't really want him to get off me, but the complete agony of him not remembering this tomorrow would torture me all over again. He raised an eyebrow at me, licking his lips like a lion about to attack his prey.
"When will you admit that you want this." He whispered; nibbling on my earlobe, his steamed breath down the back of my neck made me shudder. He knew full well I wanted this more than anything.
"You're the one that doesn't remember all the other times you've been like...this when you're pissed" I argued back. There, I said it. I never had brought up the other times before, the other times I'd been able to stop him before we made a mistake that would ruin our friendship and cause me to fall apart.
"Bammie, Bammie, Bammie" He said with a sigh. "I remember everything." He murmered into my ear, as his fingers sneaked their way down my pants, fiddling with the buttons as they went. He shifted his weight so his petruding hip bones hit mine, and I could feel his erection pressed against my abdomin.
"I remember every kiss and touch I've given you, and also everytime you push me away because you think I'm kidding you around. Why would I do that to you?" He said softly, his accent growing stronger and his voice low and demanding.
"I don't know..." I began but he silenced me instantly with a searching kiss, trying to unfasten my jeans at the same. His fingers finally won, and he urgently tugged at the material. I wasn't fighting it, and I suddenly realised I didn't have for just this night. So I let it in, I let his taste and scent wash over me and I soon lost all concentration and coherence.
Sharp, stinging but pleasurable pain. I knew it wouldn't last, the pain. I had to just grin and bear it. The surroundings blurred around me, so I looked into his eyes, as if they were the only thing I could trust to be real. This didn't feel real though, it felt like an extremely vivid dream that I wouldn't ever want to wake up from. He thrusted harder and faster now, pushing deep into me and consequently leaving me weak and powerless. He moaned into my throat with every move made, sounding reminiscent of "Resurrection", and his sharp fingernails clawed my sides. I winced at the pain, and I could feel trickles of blood running down my sides but I enjoyed the pain. It made it all seem more real and passionate.
I felt his need becoming even harder and stronger, and even Ville who seemed so sure and controlled all the time, lost his power for a moment when he gripped onto my body for dear life, releasing everything he had deep inside me. He even sounded angelic when he groaned in ecstasy. Slower the pace became, as he caught his breath back and he focused on kissing my neck and chest hungrily. It didn't take long for me to follow. I surpressed a cry as the tension released from my body, arching my back unintentionally. A satisfied smile spread across Ville's face and he rested his forehead against mine, playfully biting on my bottom lip.
"That was fucking..." I said breathlessly and he smiled at me.
"Yes, that was fucking." He said instantly, giggling, and I pinched his side in protest.
"Shut up Vil" I laughed too, moving the hair out of his eyes so I could get lost in their magic all over again. I stared in silence for a moment, and felt like I never wanted to move this spot. He caught me off guard, kissing my lips sweetly at first then passionate and forcefully, arguably the greatest kiss I'd ever received.
"I love you" Ville said grinning, after the kiss. My eyes widened and I smirked at him.
"Didn't think you were going to say that...." I managed. He smiled victoriously and showered my jaw and neck in butterfly kisses, moaning softly so the vibrations gave me goosebumps.
"Don't tell me you love me too Bam, it's fine, no problem" He pulled his tongue at me, then rested his head on my shoulder once more. A mocking grin on his face, he lazily traced my abdomin tattoo with one finger whilst admiring his handiwork on my sides.
"Of course I love you Ville, I always have...now shut up and kiss me, because you're being an ass hat." We erupted in giggles and soon afterwards fell asleep. The last thought I had before falling asleep entangled in Ville's arms was, what the fuck would the cops do if they stumbled across us right now? Fuck them, fuck them all, I'm living my dream here. Don't ever let me wake up.