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So. I started this back in January and never got a chance to finish it.
Hope you all enjoy.
Also, I've been looking for like on fic in particular.
Something writting in Ville's POV and he starts out talking about Bam's ass, how he hides it in his baggy pants until one night he's in a suit and then news gets out of Ville and Bam.
Yeah, I can't seem to find it, so if anyone can like send me the link for it or something, it'd be muchly appriciated.
Anyway.
Here's the fic.
I stood out on the balcony to the hotel room, overlooking the view presented beneath me of the beach and the ocean that stretched out forever. I felt so content at this moment, the sun setting, the festivities of this small town already having begun.
I could hear the music coming from all around our small hotel room. Hell, I was surprised they hadn’t began playing it through the speakers in each individual room, but as far as I know they could have been.
I wanted so much to walk into the room behind me and wake my lover. Push his black hair out of his face, place soft kisses across his lips, wake him as gently as I could.
I wanted to see his green eyes open to my touch, see that smile spread across his lips when he saw me, his accent thicker then usual, telling me good morning. Even though it wasn’t morning and he’d only gotten to bed for a short nap.
It was New Years. And we had wanted to get away from the coldness that inhabited the castle in West Chester. So I suggested we take a vacation a little down south to Bora Bora. He had jumped at the suggestion, having missed the warmth the sun could bring him.
I know, Ville didn’t seem like someone who liked the sun much. But he loved it. A lot more then he loved the cold.
He loved being able to go swimming and do anything in the sun. I loved being able to be at his side to watch him. Loved seeing his hair in the sun, loved watching the sun bounce off his radiant skin.
Loved him.
It had been a while since I’d seen him happy, it seemed like the weather of the winter holidays brought him down, made him calmer, made him more… homey. Not like cabin fever, no that was me. Couldn’t stand being cooped up, at all. But he made it bare able, when he showed his face.
But I’m getting distracted.
I finally walked back into the room, saw him starring up at the ceiling. Damn, there goes my hopes of waking him. I sat down on the bed near him, resting my arms on either side of him, smiling.
His eyes finally moved down to look at mine, he gave me the barest of smiles, sitting up a little and brushing his lips against me in a gentle hello.
I almost let out a small laugh, he always made me so happy. Made me want to laugh for no apparent reason.
I still couldn’t help but be in disbelief every time I thought about how much I love him wondering how it could ever be possible to love someone this much.
He waved his hand in front of my face to try and get my attention, only causing me to blush deeply as I realized I’d been staring at him in a trance this whole time.
“Sorry..” I grumbled out ducking my head.
He let out a soft trickle of laughter and picked my head back up kissing the corner of my mouth telling me it was all right, but he wanted to shower.
I gave him the best pout I could, begging him to come outside with me, that I’d been wanting to walk along the beach with him while the sun set.
He tried to ignore me pouting and begging, covering my mouth and my eyes with his hands, if he can’t see or hear me he wouldn’t have to do what I wanted, he should have known better.
I bit his hand hard making him recoil and glare at me, hiding his smile as I returned to pouting at him, finally getting him to agree to come with me, but only as long as we went for drinks after.
He got dressed almost inhumanly slow, he was torturing me in his own way, showing me that I need to wait, I’d made the mistake of telling him ‘all good things come to those who wait’ yeah he’d hurt it before, but I’d made him wait for something he didn’t want to.
He’s been doing this for 6 months now. He’s very stubborn when he wants to be.
We finally got out of the apartment, I made sure I grabbed my own card key to get back in, god only knows what he might do if I did something to ‘upset’ him while we were on the beach, that or he might keep to his threat of having some crazy old and large Finnish man attack me.
Out of all his threats I believed that one, he’d love to see me scream out of fright while he sat back laughing it up. He’d tell me later it served me right for all the things I’ve done to him, but he’d make it up to me.
I think that was some unsaid rule with us, if you do something not so nice to the other, you’ve got to find a way to make it up to them.
Lets just say Ville’s fucking spoiled.
But I’m getting distracted here.
I was practically bouncing off the walls as we or I should say he walked calmly down the halls and out the front entrance. I waited for a few moments before snaking my arm around his waist, pulling him close to me, resting my head on his shoulder.
I loved being able to walk with him like that, to be that close to him, some sort of weird comfort.
I never liked holding hands, it felt too… I wasn’t close enough to him for my own liking. It’s like this need with me sometimes, I can go months without touching any other human being and I have to have his touch, skin to skin contact and it has to be from him or else I feel lost, feel out of place.
God. I sound so fucking weird.
We made it down to the beach when the sky was starting to get darker. You could see the first signs of nightfall consuming everything, the music from the boardwalk only growing as the time grew.
I finally pulled away from him long enough to get my shoes off, I wanted to feel the sand between my toes. I started trying to make a perfect foot print, him by my side, taking him time watching everything.
We stayed like that for a while, just in perfect silence, enjoying each others company, nothing more.
I can remember watching people do that and I never understood how they could stand it, how they could take being that quiet.
Ville kinda taught me how to find my own peace with silence, not needing to have sound or to be talking all the time. I more or less kept it in my head and only rambled when waking up.
Well… or at times like this.
I finally got tired of trying to make the foot prints perfect. I grabbed Ville’s hand and dragged him towards the water, picking him up after a moment and dropping him in and diving in going in further praying he doesn’t decide to come after me.
I kept swimming till I was at least 30 feet out. I turned and looked at him, he was watching me and waving me back in.
I dived back beneath the surface and swam back towards him, jumping out in a jet of water in front of him, throwing myself at him, my lips pressing firmly to his, laughing.
He embraced me, kissing me back, he was smiling against my lips, I loved when he did that. I felt so. Alive. So loved by him.
He began moving us back a little and onto the beach, but still close enough that the tide swept up to our waists.
He fell to the ground, pulling me down with him. I landed as carefully as I could, I was always afraid of hurting him regardless if I knew he could take it, there were times I couldn’t stand it. He’d just call me squeamish.
We kept the kiss going, our hands linking together, rolling in the sand, murmuring soft ‘I love you’s’ against each others lips, laughing very quietly.
The beach was ours and only ours in those moments.
It was moments like this when I could have died happy in his arms because we were so in love so happy.
Somewhere in-between our kisses and our rolling in the sand our shirts were lost, god knows if we cared.
I was the first to pull back from the kiss, moving my lips across his skin, licking a line across his jaw line, tasting the salty water on him, along with just him.
That sweet intoxicating flavor that I could never place. Could never describe any other way but it’s him.
Our bodies grinding against each other, not really caring where any of it went just taking the moments to enjoy this time, not knowing when either of us will have time to do it again.
To be together like this again.
He was on top of me now while my mouth explored his body, he held himself still above me, soft sounds coming from him, I knew without looking his eyes would be half closed.
His hands began working at my belt while I continued memorizing his body, doing it all over again, like a new adventure each and every time, finding new spots to explore every time.
After a few moments out pants were lost where ever he had tossed them to. He pulled my legs up around his waist, kneeling down and pressing his soft lips to mine in the gentlest kiss. I responded to that kiss, taking my time to be just as gentle, trying to show him with my mouth how much he meant to me, that’s when he pushed into me.
We kept our rhythm slow and careful, almost like the other would break if we were too hard.
Or maybe we didn’t care if anything came of this.
I was in a world of ecstasy having him within me again. I’ll never get used to how wonderful it feels having him within me. It’ll always be a new experience because I’ll never get enough of him.
We came after a while, after a mark was left below his ear, after soft bite prints were littered along my neck and shoulders.
He laid down on top of me, his head resting over my heartbeat. Our eyes shut, my hands grazing along his sides, taking a few minutes to just enjoy the comfort of us being there together.
We finally got up and got our cloths on, well he got all his I’m not sure what happened to my shirt.
For some reason we didn’t feel like going back to the hotel or going and finding drinks. We sat down in the sand, leaning against one another, watching the tide wash amongst our feet.
And then the fire works started, we were both startled back into reality not realizing we weren’t off in some long lost paradise. We laid back watching them burst into the sky, his head finding it’s spot on my chest.
We must have fell asleep there because we both were still there when the sun was coming up.
It was moments like this that made us perfect. We may not have always seemed that way.
But we were.
In our own special unique way.
Hope you all enjoy.
Also, I've been looking for like on fic in particular.
Something writting in Ville's POV and he starts out talking about Bam's ass, how he hides it in his baggy pants until one night he's in a suit and then news gets out of Ville and Bam.
Yeah, I can't seem to find it, so if anyone can like send me the link for it or something, it'd be muchly appriciated.
Anyway.
Here's the fic.
I stood out on the balcony to the hotel room, overlooking the view presented beneath me of the beach and the ocean that stretched out forever. I felt so content at this moment, the sun setting, the festivities of this small town already having begun.
I could hear the music coming from all around our small hotel room. Hell, I was surprised they hadn’t began playing it through the speakers in each individual room, but as far as I know they could have been.
I wanted so much to walk into the room behind me and wake my lover. Push his black hair out of his face, place soft kisses across his lips, wake him as gently as I could.
I wanted to see his green eyes open to my touch, see that smile spread across his lips when he saw me, his accent thicker then usual, telling me good morning. Even though it wasn’t morning and he’d only gotten to bed for a short nap.
It was New Years. And we had wanted to get away from the coldness that inhabited the castle in West Chester. So I suggested we take a vacation a little down south to Bora Bora. He had jumped at the suggestion, having missed the warmth the sun could bring him.
I know, Ville didn’t seem like someone who liked the sun much. But he loved it. A lot more then he loved the cold.
He loved being able to go swimming and do anything in the sun. I loved being able to be at his side to watch him. Loved seeing his hair in the sun, loved watching the sun bounce off his radiant skin.
Loved him.
It had been a while since I’d seen him happy, it seemed like the weather of the winter holidays brought him down, made him calmer, made him more… homey. Not like cabin fever, no that was me. Couldn’t stand being cooped up, at all. But he made it bare able, when he showed his face.
But I’m getting distracted.
I finally walked back into the room, saw him starring up at the ceiling. Damn, there goes my hopes of waking him. I sat down on the bed near him, resting my arms on either side of him, smiling.
His eyes finally moved down to look at mine, he gave me the barest of smiles, sitting up a little and brushing his lips against me in a gentle hello.
I almost let out a small laugh, he always made me so happy. Made me want to laugh for no apparent reason.
I still couldn’t help but be in disbelief every time I thought about how much I love him wondering how it could ever be possible to love someone this much.
He waved his hand in front of my face to try and get my attention, only causing me to blush deeply as I realized I’d been staring at him in a trance this whole time.
“Sorry..” I grumbled out ducking my head.
He let out a soft trickle of laughter and picked my head back up kissing the corner of my mouth telling me it was all right, but he wanted to shower.
I gave him the best pout I could, begging him to come outside with me, that I’d been wanting to walk along the beach with him while the sun set.
He tried to ignore me pouting and begging, covering my mouth and my eyes with his hands, if he can’t see or hear me he wouldn’t have to do what I wanted, he should have known better.
I bit his hand hard making him recoil and glare at me, hiding his smile as I returned to pouting at him, finally getting him to agree to come with me, but only as long as we went for drinks after.
He got dressed almost inhumanly slow, he was torturing me in his own way, showing me that I need to wait, I’d made the mistake of telling him ‘all good things come to those who wait’ yeah he’d hurt it before, but I’d made him wait for something he didn’t want to.
He’s been doing this for 6 months now. He’s very stubborn when he wants to be.
We finally got out of the apartment, I made sure I grabbed my own card key to get back in, god only knows what he might do if I did something to ‘upset’ him while we were on the beach, that or he might keep to his threat of having some crazy old and large Finnish man attack me.
Out of all his threats I believed that one, he’d love to see me scream out of fright while he sat back laughing it up. He’d tell me later it served me right for all the things I’ve done to him, but he’d make it up to me.
I think that was some unsaid rule with us, if you do something not so nice to the other, you’ve got to find a way to make it up to them.
Lets just say Ville’s fucking spoiled.
But I’m getting distracted here.
I was practically bouncing off the walls as we or I should say he walked calmly down the halls and out the front entrance. I waited for a few moments before snaking my arm around his waist, pulling him close to me, resting my head on his shoulder.
I loved being able to walk with him like that, to be that close to him, some sort of weird comfort.
I never liked holding hands, it felt too… I wasn’t close enough to him for my own liking. It’s like this need with me sometimes, I can go months without touching any other human being and I have to have his touch, skin to skin contact and it has to be from him or else I feel lost, feel out of place.
God. I sound so fucking weird.
We made it down to the beach when the sky was starting to get darker. You could see the first signs of nightfall consuming everything, the music from the boardwalk only growing as the time grew.
I finally pulled away from him long enough to get my shoes off, I wanted to feel the sand between my toes. I started trying to make a perfect foot print, him by my side, taking him time watching everything.
We stayed like that for a while, just in perfect silence, enjoying each others company, nothing more.
I can remember watching people do that and I never understood how they could stand it, how they could take being that quiet.
Ville kinda taught me how to find my own peace with silence, not needing to have sound or to be talking all the time. I more or less kept it in my head and only rambled when waking up.
Well… or at times like this.
I finally got tired of trying to make the foot prints perfect. I grabbed Ville’s hand and dragged him towards the water, picking him up after a moment and dropping him in and diving in going in further praying he doesn’t decide to come after me.
I kept swimming till I was at least 30 feet out. I turned and looked at him, he was watching me and waving me back in.
I dived back beneath the surface and swam back towards him, jumping out in a jet of water in front of him, throwing myself at him, my lips pressing firmly to his, laughing.
He embraced me, kissing me back, he was smiling against my lips, I loved when he did that. I felt so. Alive. So loved by him.
He began moving us back a little and onto the beach, but still close enough that the tide swept up to our waists.
He fell to the ground, pulling me down with him. I landed as carefully as I could, I was always afraid of hurting him regardless if I knew he could take it, there were times I couldn’t stand it. He’d just call me squeamish.
We kept the kiss going, our hands linking together, rolling in the sand, murmuring soft ‘I love you’s’ against each others lips, laughing very quietly.
The beach was ours and only ours in those moments.
It was moments like this when I could have died happy in his arms because we were so in love so happy.
Somewhere in-between our kisses and our rolling in the sand our shirts were lost, god knows if we cared.
I was the first to pull back from the kiss, moving my lips across his skin, licking a line across his jaw line, tasting the salty water on him, along with just him.
That sweet intoxicating flavor that I could never place. Could never describe any other way but it’s him.
Our bodies grinding against each other, not really caring where any of it went just taking the moments to enjoy this time, not knowing when either of us will have time to do it again.
To be together like this again.
He was on top of me now while my mouth explored his body, he held himself still above me, soft sounds coming from him, I knew without looking his eyes would be half closed.
His hands began working at my belt while I continued memorizing his body, doing it all over again, like a new adventure each and every time, finding new spots to explore every time.
After a few moments out pants were lost where ever he had tossed them to. He pulled my legs up around his waist, kneeling down and pressing his soft lips to mine in the gentlest kiss. I responded to that kiss, taking my time to be just as gentle, trying to show him with my mouth how much he meant to me, that’s when he pushed into me.
We kept our rhythm slow and careful, almost like the other would break if we were too hard.
Or maybe we didn’t care if anything came of this.
I was in a world of ecstasy having him within me again. I’ll never get used to how wonderful it feels having him within me. It’ll always be a new experience because I’ll never get enough of him.
We came after a while, after a mark was left below his ear, after soft bite prints were littered along my neck and shoulders.
He laid down on top of me, his head resting over my heartbeat. Our eyes shut, my hands grazing along his sides, taking a few minutes to just enjoy the comfort of us being there together.
We finally got up and got our cloths on, well he got all his I’m not sure what happened to my shirt.
For some reason we didn’t feel like going back to the hotel or going and finding drinks. We sat down in the sand, leaning against one another, watching the tide wash amongst our feet.
And then the fire works started, we were both startled back into reality not realizing we weren’t off in some long lost paradise. We laid back watching them burst into the sky, his head finding it’s spot on my chest.
We must have fell asleep there because we both were still there when the sun was coming up.
It was moments like this that made us perfect. We may not have always seemed that way.
But we were.
In our own special unique way.