Kiss Me-Chapter Twenty Seven
Title: Kiss Me
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Rating: PG/NC-17
He woke up the next morning, his arms wound around Bam’s sleeping form. Their clothes were still on, and had remained on all night long. They had lain together on the couch, content to hold one another, to be able to touch something real when for so long they had been touching dreams.
Bam’s head was resting on his chest, directly over his heartbeat. Ville smiled as one hand cradled the head. He kissed the forehead of the skater before untangling himself.
“Where goin’?” Bam mumbled sleepily.
“Home, sweetheart. Burton will be looking for me, and I’m quite sure the owner of this apartment wouldn’t be happy, waking up and finding me here.” He whispered. Bam fussed for a second as Ville stood up, but seemed to settle when a sweet kiss was pressed to his lips.
“See you soon?”
“Very soon,” Ville promised before creeping out of the apartment.
Helen gave a sigh of disappointment.
“They didn’t sleep together!” she whispered in dismay to Lotus.
“I know. Oh well, maybe next time.”
**
They stood onstage, blatantly holding hands. They bowed, the thunderous applause of the crowd nearly bringing tears to Bam’s eyes. He squeezed Ville’s hands, looked at the boy dressed in girls’ clothes.
“They really liked it.”
“They’re our parents. They were required to like it.” Ville rolled his eyes.
The past days had been amazing. They met in the hallways, held hands, sat together, skated together, and stole kisses from one another. To their surprise, no one seemed to notice, or even really care.
Then again, this was an all boys’ school. Perhaps everyone here had one dirty little secret or another. Or perhaps Bam had just been more paranoid and fearful than was called for.
Either way, it didn’t matter. Anyone could say anything they wanted, and it wouldn’t have mattered. All that mattered was that now he had Ville.
“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered as the curtain fell once again.
“What is it?” Ville’s eyes lit up.
“I’m not going to tell you, that would ruin it! You have to come with me to Lotus’s tonight to get it, okay?”
“It’s a date,” Ville leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before politely talking to some parents about how hard it was to play a girl so well.
Oh, if only they knew.
***
Ville didn’t even change out of the dress. Bam had asked him to leave it on. So now he was walking the short distance to the apartment that Lotus had. It didn’t even faze him. After all, hadn’t he been Violet for so long?
He buzzed into the apartment and trotted up the stairs.
“Bam I’m---,” he called as he entered the apartment. “Here,” he finished softly.
The furniture had all been pushed back against the wall. The floor was spread with red sheets and matching blankets, and two perfectly plump pillows. The nest was surrounded by red pillar candles, all lit. The air was thick with the sweet scent of incense.
“You’re here,” Bam came in from the kitchen then. Ville could only nod. Wordlessly, Bam opened his arms, and Ville entered them.
They clutched one another as though fearing that something would come and rip them apart, rip them to shreds. Their lips met, crushed together, drawing the feeling of love from one another.
“Oh God,” Ville murmured as Bam’s hands ran up and down his back, finding the zipper to his Juliet dress. He let it slip off his arms and pool at his feet. Ville stepped out of it, somehow feeling a million times lighter.
“I really love you,” Bam swallowed.
“I really love you, too.” Ville smiled before leaning forward for another kiss, a kiss that made is soul ache with the love that was in it. Their tongues slid together, hints at what their bodies would soon do.
They stood there, chests pressed together, hands moving restlessly down one another’s backs as though they could touch the desire radiating from them. Before long, Ville impatiently tugged of Bam’s shirt and jeans. He kicked them off along with his socks.
“Can we go lay down?” Bam licked his lips. Ville nodded, taking the younger man by the hand and pulling him towards the crimson nest.
Slowly, without taking their eyes off one another, both boys laid down, side by side, facing each other.
“What’s all this for, Bam?”
“I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “I just thought that you might like it.”
“Don’t kid yourself, darling.” Ville reached out and stroked hair back from his forehead. They were silent for a moment.
“When you love someone… don’t you make love with them?”
“Only if you both really want to.”
“Do you really want to?” Bam swallowed again, licked his lips again. Why did everything suddenly feel so dry?
“Do you?”
“Yes,” Bam nodded. “Yes, I do. Please, Ville, can we?”
“Yes, darling.” Ville rolled on top of him and began another toe curling kiss.
****
They kissed playfully for a few minutes, until their hearts were pounding and their lips were swollen. Bam squirmed beneath Ville, and the older boy ground. The friction was almost too much for him to handle.
“How do we start? How does this work?” Bam’s trusting innocent almost made Ville’s heart break.
“I want you to relax. Let me take care of everything, okay?” Ville told him. Bam just nodded.
His stomach seemed to jump as long, delicate fingers hooked in his boxers and slid them down his legs. He was now lying bare and raw in front of the person he loved. In spite of himself, a hot blush rose on his cheeks.
“Don’t,” Ville grabbed his wrists as Bam moved to cover himself up. “Don’t, darling. You’re beautiful.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” his smile made Bam relax. But his wrists were not released. Rather, the backs of his hands were rubbed with Ville’s thumbs. Ville bent over his reverently and pushed worshipping kisses up and down his neck, against his shoulders.
“Oh God!” Bam cried sharply when one of his nipples was sucked into Ville’s mouth. He sucked in his breath as a tongue was rolled over and over him. His other nipple soon got the same attention.
Bam’s penis was now standing stiff at attention. Ville grinned as he left a trail of wet kisses down Bam’s belly, giving one long lick to that part of his anatomy.
“No,” Bam whined when Ville sat up again.
“You won’t last if I do. This isn’t even the best part.”
It got better? There was more? What the hell was he complaining for? He tried to settle back. Ville smirked as he padded in his boxers to his Juliet dress. He had attached a pouch to the costume, holding items just for this sort of event.
At the time, he’d tried to tell himself it was wishful thinking. Now he couldn’t be more grateful for his optimism. He pulled out a small tube and a little packet. And then he returned to kneel next to his lover.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Bam reached up and cupped the older boy’s face Ville turned his head and kissed the gentle palm of the younger one. He then uncapped the tube and poured liquid onto three of his fingers.
“Relax,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Bam’s lips and parting his thighs. One of his fingers swirled around the tight entrance before slipping in just a bit. Bam keened, a look of pain on his face.
“Please sweetheart, you’ve got to relax.”
And Bam tried. He hissed as the finger was inserted into him fully. The pain ebbed away, slowly melted into pleasure as that finger pumped in and out of him. It was a strange feeling to say the least.
He spread his legs wider, and this seemed to be a signal to Ville that he was ready for a second, and then a third. The sensation of being so full wasn’t exactly perfect, but Bam liked it anyway.
He wanted more.
The Finnish boy pressed another searing kiss to him, a kiss that soon had their tongues battling. There was the crinkling of a wrapper, more lube being poured, and soon Ville was at his entrance. Bam’s heart skipped a beat, and he nearly lost his breath, nearly lost his nerve.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” he gazed into Ville’s green eyes as he felt himself being entered. He winced, squeezed his eyes shut.
“No, no. Look at me,” Ville prompted. And so his eyes were opened again. Somehow, looking into those green orbs made his easier.
This was so hard, Ville thought. He’s so tight. I need more. But he stayed still, tried to let Bam get used to the feeling of being so full before moving. Bam squirmed around.
“Move, please?” he asked.
“Since you were so nice about it.” Ville chuckled.
He pulled out before thrusting back in. Bam shouted, both in pain and pleasure. He was silenced with apologetic pecks as Ville set a rhythm. Once again, the pain melted away into the most beautiful thing Bam had ever imagined.
The skater found himself rising to meet Ville thrusts, found himself whimpering and moaning. And to his surprise, those moans were echoed.
They were young, they were in love. Neither one was going to last too long. Especially when a delicate hand reached between them and wrapped around Bam’s cock. He was pumped in time with the thrusts.
“Come,” Ville demanded. “Come for me. Right now.”
And so Bam did. He arched up, coming and coming, pearly droplets landing on his chest. He heard a cry and realized that Ville had met a similar fate.
They collapsed down onto the blankets, still wound together. Ville pulled away and crept off. He came back, having disposed of the condom and with a wet washcloth. Tenderly, he cleaned them both before blowing out the candles, enveloping them in darkness. He sank down next to Bam, pressing light kisses to his temple tugging a blanket over them and cuddled the younger boy close.
“Are you going to leave again the morning?” Bam asked sleepily.
“Not on your life, Romeo.”
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Rating: PG/NC-17
He woke up the next morning, his arms wound around Bam’s sleeping form. Their clothes were still on, and had remained on all night long. They had lain together on the couch, content to hold one another, to be able to touch something real when for so long they had been touching dreams.
Bam’s head was resting on his chest, directly over his heartbeat. Ville smiled as one hand cradled the head. He kissed the forehead of the skater before untangling himself.
“Where goin’?” Bam mumbled sleepily.
“Home, sweetheart. Burton will be looking for me, and I’m quite sure the owner of this apartment wouldn’t be happy, waking up and finding me here.” He whispered. Bam fussed for a second as Ville stood up, but seemed to settle when a sweet kiss was pressed to his lips.
“See you soon?”
“Very soon,” Ville promised before creeping out of the apartment.
Helen gave a sigh of disappointment.
“They didn’t sleep together!” she whispered in dismay to Lotus.
“I know. Oh well, maybe next time.”
**
They stood onstage, blatantly holding hands. They bowed, the thunderous applause of the crowd nearly bringing tears to Bam’s eyes. He squeezed Ville’s hands, looked at the boy dressed in girls’ clothes.
“They really liked it.”
“They’re our parents. They were required to like it.” Ville rolled his eyes.
The past days had been amazing. They met in the hallways, held hands, sat together, skated together, and stole kisses from one another. To their surprise, no one seemed to notice, or even really care.
Then again, this was an all boys’ school. Perhaps everyone here had one dirty little secret or another. Or perhaps Bam had just been more paranoid and fearful than was called for.
Either way, it didn’t matter. Anyone could say anything they wanted, and it wouldn’t have mattered. All that mattered was that now he had Ville.
“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered as the curtain fell once again.
“What is it?” Ville’s eyes lit up.
“I’m not going to tell you, that would ruin it! You have to come with me to Lotus’s tonight to get it, okay?”
“It’s a date,” Ville leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before politely talking to some parents about how hard it was to play a girl so well.
Oh, if only they knew.
***
Ville didn’t even change out of the dress. Bam had asked him to leave it on. So now he was walking the short distance to the apartment that Lotus had. It didn’t even faze him. After all, hadn’t he been Violet for so long?
He buzzed into the apartment and trotted up the stairs.
“Bam I’m---,” he called as he entered the apartment. “Here,” he finished softly.
The furniture had all been pushed back against the wall. The floor was spread with red sheets and matching blankets, and two perfectly plump pillows. The nest was surrounded by red pillar candles, all lit. The air was thick with the sweet scent of incense.
“You’re here,” Bam came in from the kitchen then. Ville could only nod. Wordlessly, Bam opened his arms, and Ville entered them.
They clutched one another as though fearing that something would come and rip them apart, rip them to shreds. Their lips met, crushed together, drawing the feeling of love from one another.
“Oh God,” Ville murmured as Bam’s hands ran up and down his back, finding the zipper to his Juliet dress. He let it slip off his arms and pool at his feet. Ville stepped out of it, somehow feeling a million times lighter.
“I really love you,” Bam swallowed.
“I really love you, too.” Ville smiled before leaning forward for another kiss, a kiss that made is soul ache with the love that was in it. Their tongues slid together, hints at what their bodies would soon do.
They stood there, chests pressed together, hands moving restlessly down one another’s backs as though they could touch the desire radiating from them. Before long, Ville impatiently tugged of Bam’s shirt and jeans. He kicked them off along with his socks.
“Can we go lay down?” Bam licked his lips. Ville nodded, taking the younger man by the hand and pulling him towards the crimson nest.
Slowly, without taking their eyes off one another, both boys laid down, side by side, facing each other.
“What’s all this for, Bam?”
“I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “I just thought that you might like it.”
“Don’t kid yourself, darling.” Ville reached out and stroked hair back from his forehead. They were silent for a moment.
“When you love someone… don’t you make love with them?”
“Only if you both really want to.”
“Do you really want to?” Bam swallowed again, licked his lips again. Why did everything suddenly feel so dry?
“Do you?”
“Yes,” Bam nodded. “Yes, I do. Please, Ville, can we?”
“Yes, darling.” Ville rolled on top of him and began another toe curling kiss.
****
They kissed playfully for a few minutes, until their hearts were pounding and their lips were swollen. Bam squirmed beneath Ville, and the older boy ground. The friction was almost too much for him to handle.
“How do we start? How does this work?” Bam’s trusting innocent almost made Ville’s heart break.
“I want you to relax. Let me take care of everything, okay?” Ville told him. Bam just nodded.
His stomach seemed to jump as long, delicate fingers hooked in his boxers and slid them down his legs. He was now lying bare and raw in front of the person he loved. In spite of himself, a hot blush rose on his cheeks.
“Don’t,” Ville grabbed his wrists as Bam moved to cover himself up. “Don’t, darling. You’re beautiful.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” his smile made Bam relax. But his wrists were not released. Rather, the backs of his hands were rubbed with Ville’s thumbs. Ville bent over his reverently and pushed worshipping kisses up and down his neck, against his shoulders.
“Oh God!” Bam cried sharply when one of his nipples was sucked into Ville’s mouth. He sucked in his breath as a tongue was rolled over and over him. His other nipple soon got the same attention.
Bam’s penis was now standing stiff at attention. Ville grinned as he left a trail of wet kisses down Bam’s belly, giving one long lick to that part of his anatomy.
“No,” Bam whined when Ville sat up again.
“You won’t last if I do. This isn’t even the best part.”
It got better? There was more? What the hell was he complaining for? He tried to settle back. Ville smirked as he padded in his boxers to his Juliet dress. He had attached a pouch to the costume, holding items just for this sort of event.
At the time, he’d tried to tell himself it was wishful thinking. Now he couldn’t be more grateful for his optimism. He pulled out a small tube and a little packet. And then he returned to kneel next to his lover.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Bam reached up and cupped the older boy’s face Ville turned his head and kissed the gentle palm of the younger one. He then uncapped the tube and poured liquid onto three of his fingers.
“Relax,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Bam’s lips and parting his thighs. One of his fingers swirled around the tight entrance before slipping in just a bit. Bam keened, a look of pain on his face.
“Please sweetheart, you’ve got to relax.”
And Bam tried. He hissed as the finger was inserted into him fully. The pain ebbed away, slowly melted into pleasure as that finger pumped in and out of him. It was a strange feeling to say the least.
He spread his legs wider, and this seemed to be a signal to Ville that he was ready for a second, and then a third. The sensation of being so full wasn’t exactly perfect, but Bam liked it anyway.
He wanted more.
The Finnish boy pressed another searing kiss to him, a kiss that soon had their tongues battling. There was the crinkling of a wrapper, more lube being poured, and soon Ville was at his entrance. Bam’s heart skipped a beat, and he nearly lost his breath, nearly lost his nerve.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” he gazed into Ville’s green eyes as he felt himself being entered. He winced, squeezed his eyes shut.
“No, no. Look at me,” Ville prompted. And so his eyes were opened again. Somehow, looking into those green orbs made his easier.
This was so hard, Ville thought. He’s so tight. I need more. But he stayed still, tried to let Bam get used to the feeling of being so full before moving. Bam squirmed around.
“Move, please?” he asked.
“Since you were so nice about it.” Ville chuckled.
He pulled out before thrusting back in. Bam shouted, both in pain and pleasure. He was silenced with apologetic pecks as Ville set a rhythm. Once again, the pain melted away into the most beautiful thing Bam had ever imagined.
The skater found himself rising to meet Ville thrusts, found himself whimpering and moaning. And to his surprise, those moans were echoed.
They were young, they were in love. Neither one was going to last too long. Especially when a delicate hand reached between them and wrapped around Bam’s cock. He was pumped in time with the thrusts.
“Come,” Ville demanded. “Come for me. Right now.”
And so Bam did. He arched up, coming and coming, pearly droplets landing on his chest. He heard a cry and realized that Ville had met a similar fate.
They collapsed down onto the blankets, still wound together. Ville pulled away and crept off. He came back, having disposed of the condom and with a wet washcloth. Tenderly, he cleaned them both before blowing out the candles, enveloping them in darkness. He sank down next to Bam, pressing light kisses to his temple tugging a blanket over them and cuddled the younger boy close.
“Are you going to leave again the morning?” Bam asked sleepily.
“Not on your life, Romeo.”