Your Body Is a Wonderland
Title: Your Body Is a Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen, Your Body is a Wonderland belongs to John Mayer.
Summary: One afternoon, one hotel room, one bed... two boys.
No one knew where they were. The knowledge was delicious inside of him. Bam grinned as he reached across the seat of the cab and picked up Ville hand. The singer smiled at him shyly and squeezed his hand.
How did Ville always manage to bring up these feelings inside of him?
They finally got to the hotel. They could barely contain their excitement as they checked in. Hand in hand, like teenaged lovers, they ran giggling towards the elevator. Once they entered the room, the skater could not contain himself.
He grabbed Ville by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed, crawling up his body to kiss him hotly on the lips.
“How do we have?” the singer murmured.
“The whole afternoon.”
We got the afternoon.
You got this room for two.
One thing I’ve left to do.
Discover me, discovering you.
They tumbled together on the hotel bed for endless minutes, lips locked together, or mapping out long necks. Soft moans rang sweetly in ears, and fingers tangled in hair. Before too long, Ville was squirming beneath Bam.
“What?” he asked, dismayed when his lover slid off of him. The American just grinned.
“Don’t you think it’s time you took those off?” he pointed to the clothes. Ville grinned back.
Slowly, every gesture a promising tease, Ville slipped the shirt above his head. He tossed is aside, heedless of where it might land. He undid the snap and zip of his jeans, skimmed them off.
They were skintight. Just the way Bam liked them. Bam’s mouth watered as he watched. The singer kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks before stepping out of his jeans.
Bam pulled himself onto his knees and crooked his finger at the Finn. Sweetly shy, he stepped towards the bed. Rough fingers ran down his pale sides, admiring and worshipping the flesh they touched.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Bam breathed.
“Not as beautiful as you.” Ville replied, sincerely.
One mile to every inch of,
Your skin like porcelain.
Ville wore a pair of skin tight underwear. Bam pushed those down as he strained upwards, pressing his lips against those of the singer. Their tongues tangled, and Bam knew he was intoxicated by the sweet taste.
He knew that he was addicted.
One pair of candy lips,
And your bubble gum tongue.
Slowly, carefully, Bam was relieved of his clothes. The Finn was much more careful with his lover’s things than his own. He slipped them off in a way that was almost prissy.
Bam writhed on the bed beneath the soothing hands that almost, but not quite, touched him. Just the thought of the touches that were to come were enough to make him rock hard.
“Please,” he managed to gasp out as his boxers were slipped down his thighs. Ville said nothing as he folded them up and set them down on the chair where he had placed the rest of the skater’s clothes.
“Please what?” he finally asked as he climbed onto the bed, making sure to leave a few inches of space between the two of them.
“Make love to me?”
Tenderly, the older man leaned down to kiss his lover. He was so cute when he asked. How could anyone ever say no to him? The feeling that rushed through them was electric when skin finally met skin and Ville rolled on top of Bam. He grinned as he felt those arms wrap protectively around his waist.
‘Cause if you want love,
We’ll make it.
Swim in a deep sea of blankets.
Take all your big plans,
And break them.
This is bound to be awhile.
Ville licked a wet path down Bam’s neck, slid down his body until his face was against his chest. He gently sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the small pink bud. The sounds that the other man made went straight to his groin.
One of his sly little hands slipped between them. His rubbed the flesh gently until he found his prize, hard and long in his hand. The Finnish man grinned against the skin of Bam’s chest as he gave his prick a few strokes.
“Oh, God,” Bam gasped.
“I’m right here,” Ville soothed. Bam could barely concentrate enough to roll his eyes. His annoyance at the joke didn’t last long, as Ville’s other hand found his balls and gave them a tiny squeeze.
“Please!” Bam managed to choke out.
Your body is a wonderland.
Your body is a wonderland,
I’ll use my hands.
Your body is a wonderland.
Ville smirked as he slid off his lover. Bam whimpered at the loss of contact. But the singer knew it was needed. He settled himself against the pillows and opened his arms. Bam fell into them.
The two shared several more kisses before Bam reached for the nightstand. He’d set something down as soon as they’d come in. He picked up the bottle and poured some of the clear fluid onto his fingers.
The taller man spread his legs wide, eager for the contact he was about to receive. He was not kept waiting long. One finger was slipped inside of him and he groaned, arching his back.
It had been far too long since they’d been able to do this. The finger inside him was like a little piece of Heaven. He knew it was only going to get better. A second finger was added, scissoring.
Ville reached up to cup the back of Bam’s head. The skater currently had his face buried in Ville’s neck. Sometimes these things got to be too much for him, and he had to seek solace with the only person who had ever been able to understand him.
Those fingers, though… They didn’t need any solace. Within moments, they’d found a certain little nub and were attacking it with beautiful determination. Ville moaned and snapped his hips.
“More, Bam.” He pleaded. “I need more.”
“Yes,” Bam withdrew his face and the fingers, pouring more of the fluid into his hand and stroking it onto his dick.
Soon he was position at the entrance he had so lovingly prepared.
“Are you ready?”
“Oh, yes.”
There’s something ‘bout the way the hair falls in your face.
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case.
You tell me where to go,
And though I might leave to find it.
I’ll never let your head hit the bed,
Without my hand behind it.
Bam thrust into him. Ville let out a strangled gasp, both of pain and pleasure. It had been long. Though it almost killed him, the American stayed still, letting his love get used to the feeling of being full.
“Move,” he was soon commanded. And of course, he obeyed. He rolled his hips, thrusting in and out. Ville wrapped his arms around his shoulders, trying to hold on to something that was real.
It was almost like he could float away.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Bam chanted to the rhythm he had set. That, coupled with the look of sheer bliss on Bam’s face, was enough to let Ville know this would end soon.
It was too wonderful to last for long.
You want love,
We’ll make it.
Swim in a deep sea of blankets.
Take all your big plans,
And break ‘em.
This is bound to be awhile.
Ville’s body was right. A few more seconds of that rhythm, and they both needed more. Bam grabbed his hips, angled them so he was pushing in deeper. And then they were in a frenzy, pushing, pushing.
They could not get enough of each other.
“Bam!” Ville cried out as he spilled hotly onto their stomachs. Seconds later, he felt something just as hot filling him. The American collapsed against him, again pressing his face into Ville’s neck.
Your body is a wonderland.
Your body is a wonderland,
I’ll use my hands.
Your body is a wonderland.
The world spun, and they spun with it. Finally, Bam lifted his face and looked down at his lover. Ville said nothing. He knew how Bam felt at that moment.
How could someone so beautiful be with ME?
Damn baby,
You frustrate me.
I know you’re mine, oh mine, oh mine.
But you look so good, it hurts sometimes.
“I love you,” Ville yawned. Bam bent down and kissed those delicious lips.
“I love you, too.”
They curled together, arms locked around one another. Even in sleep they clung close. It was almost as though they were afraid someone was going to come and tear them apart.
Your body is a wonderland.
Your body is a wonderland,
I’ll use my hands.
Your body is a wonderland.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen, Your Body is a Wonderland belongs to John Mayer.
Summary: One afternoon, one hotel room, one bed... two boys.
No one knew where they were. The knowledge was delicious inside of him. Bam grinned as he reached across the seat of the cab and picked up Ville hand. The singer smiled at him shyly and squeezed his hand.
How did Ville always manage to bring up these feelings inside of him?
They finally got to the hotel. They could barely contain their excitement as they checked in. Hand in hand, like teenaged lovers, they ran giggling towards the elevator. Once they entered the room, the skater could not contain himself.
He grabbed Ville by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed, crawling up his body to kiss him hotly on the lips.
“How do we have?” the singer murmured.
“The whole afternoon.”
We got the afternoon.
You got this room for two.
One thing I’ve left to do.
Discover me, discovering you.
They tumbled together on the hotel bed for endless minutes, lips locked together, or mapping out long necks. Soft moans rang sweetly in ears, and fingers tangled in hair. Before too long, Ville was squirming beneath Bam.
“What?” he asked, dismayed when his lover slid off of him. The American just grinned.
“Don’t you think it’s time you took those off?” he pointed to the clothes. Ville grinned back.
Slowly, every gesture a promising tease, Ville slipped the shirt above his head. He tossed is aside, heedless of where it might land. He undid the snap and zip of his jeans, skimmed them off.
They were skintight. Just the way Bam liked them. Bam’s mouth watered as he watched. The singer kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks before stepping out of his jeans.
Bam pulled himself onto his knees and crooked his finger at the Finn. Sweetly shy, he stepped towards the bed. Rough fingers ran down his pale sides, admiring and worshipping the flesh they touched.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Bam breathed.
“Not as beautiful as you.” Ville replied, sincerely.
One mile to every inch of,
Your skin like porcelain.
Ville wore a pair of skin tight underwear. Bam pushed those down as he strained upwards, pressing his lips against those of the singer. Their tongues tangled, and Bam knew he was intoxicated by the sweet taste.
He knew that he was addicted.
One pair of candy lips,
And your bubble gum tongue.
Slowly, carefully, Bam was relieved of his clothes. The Finn was much more careful with his lover’s things than his own. He slipped them off in a way that was almost prissy.
Bam writhed on the bed beneath the soothing hands that almost, but not quite, touched him. Just the thought of the touches that were to come were enough to make him rock hard.
“Please,” he managed to gasp out as his boxers were slipped down his thighs. Ville said nothing as he folded them up and set them down on the chair where he had placed the rest of the skater’s clothes.
“Please what?” he finally asked as he climbed onto the bed, making sure to leave a few inches of space between the two of them.
“Make love to me?”
Tenderly, the older man leaned down to kiss his lover. He was so cute when he asked. How could anyone ever say no to him? The feeling that rushed through them was electric when skin finally met skin and Ville rolled on top of Bam. He grinned as he felt those arms wrap protectively around his waist.
‘Cause if you want love,
We’ll make it.
Swim in a deep sea of blankets.
Take all your big plans,
And break them.
This is bound to be awhile.
Ville licked a wet path down Bam’s neck, slid down his body until his face was against his chest. He gently sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing the small pink bud. The sounds that the other man made went straight to his groin.
One of his sly little hands slipped between them. His rubbed the flesh gently until he found his prize, hard and long in his hand. The Finnish man grinned against the skin of Bam’s chest as he gave his prick a few strokes.
“Oh, God,” Bam gasped.
“I’m right here,” Ville soothed. Bam could barely concentrate enough to roll his eyes. His annoyance at the joke didn’t last long, as Ville’s other hand found his balls and gave them a tiny squeeze.
“Please!” Bam managed to choke out.
Your body is a wonderland.
Your body is a wonderland,
I’ll use my hands.
Your body is a wonderland.
Ville smirked as he slid off his lover. Bam whimpered at the loss of contact. But the singer knew it was needed. He settled himself against the pillows and opened his arms. Bam fell into them.
The two shared several more kisses before Bam reached for the nightstand. He’d set something down as soon as they’d come in. He picked up the bottle and poured some of the clear fluid onto his fingers.
The taller man spread his legs wide, eager for the contact he was about to receive. He was not kept waiting long. One finger was slipped inside of him and he groaned, arching his back.
It had been far too long since they’d been able to do this. The finger inside him was like a little piece of Heaven. He knew it was only going to get better. A second finger was added, scissoring.
Ville reached up to cup the back of Bam’s head. The skater currently had his face buried in Ville’s neck. Sometimes these things got to be too much for him, and he had to seek solace with the only person who had ever been able to understand him.
Those fingers, though… They didn’t need any solace. Within moments, they’d found a certain little nub and were attacking it with beautiful determination. Ville moaned and snapped his hips.
“More, Bam.” He pleaded. “I need more.”
“Yes,” Bam withdrew his face and the fingers, pouring more of the fluid into his hand and stroking it onto his dick.
Soon he was position at the entrance he had so lovingly prepared.
“Are you ready?”
“Oh, yes.”
There’s something ‘bout the way the hair falls in your face.
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case.
You tell me where to go,
And though I might leave to find it.
I’ll never let your head hit the bed,
Without my hand behind it.
Bam thrust into him. Ville let out a strangled gasp, both of pain and pleasure. It had been long. Though it almost killed him, the American stayed still, letting his love get used to the feeling of being full.
“Move,” he was soon commanded. And of course, he obeyed. He rolled his hips, thrusting in and out. Ville wrapped his arms around his shoulders, trying to hold on to something that was real.
It was almost like he could float away.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Bam chanted to the rhythm he had set. That, coupled with the look of sheer bliss on Bam’s face, was enough to let Ville know this would end soon.
It was too wonderful to last for long.
You want love,
We’ll make it.
Swim in a deep sea of blankets.
Take all your big plans,
And break ‘em.
This is bound to be awhile.
Ville’s body was right. A few more seconds of that rhythm, and they both needed more. Bam grabbed his hips, angled them so he was pushing in deeper. And then they were in a frenzy, pushing, pushing.
They could not get enough of each other.
“Bam!” Ville cried out as he spilled hotly onto their stomachs. Seconds later, he felt something just as hot filling him. The American collapsed against him, again pressing his face into Ville’s neck.
Your body is a wonderland.
Your body is a wonderland,
I’ll use my hands.
Your body is a wonderland.
The world spun, and they spun with it. Finally, Bam lifted his face and looked down at his lover. Ville said nothing. He knew how Bam felt at that moment.
How could someone so beautiful be with ME?
Damn baby,
You frustrate me.
I know you’re mine, oh mine, oh mine.
But you look so good, it hurts sometimes.
“I love you,” Ville yawned. Bam bent down and kissed those delicious lips.
“I love you, too.”
They curled together, arms locked around one another. Even in sleep they clung close. It was almost as though they were afraid someone was going to come and tear them apart.
Your body is a wonderland.
Your body is a wonderland,
I’ll use my hands.
Your body is a wonderland.