Follow Me-Three
Title: Follow Me
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Nudity
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Bam followed Ville out into the rain.
Finally, the rain began to let up. Ville stood up and offered his hand down to the American. Bam accepted the hand and was pulled up, water dripping off his hair.
“You’re soaked,” the Finn grinned.
“And who dragged me out here to begin with?”
Ville said nothing, only pressed a tender kiss to his love’s mouth. That shut Bam up. He remained silent as they walked through the mud and wet towards the house.
Before they even stepped through the door, Ville stopped him. He toed off his soaked shoes and knelt down to help Bam take his off. This brought a smile to the skater’s lips.
Barefooted, their shoes left by the door to dry in the sun that surely would be coming soon, they slipped into the house. Ville pulled him into the nearest full bath and opened unfolded a towel.
Wordlessly, he began to towel dry Bam’s hair. The skater fairly purred under his lover’s ministrations and was stock still and co-operative when the towel was dropped and his shirt was pulled over his head. He was equally still when Ville undid the button and zipper on his pants.
“Let me dry you,” he said softly, unfolding a dry towel and gently ruffling the dark hair he had come to love so well.
Bam stripped off the wet clothes, smiling when the singer lifted his arms above his head, and smiling wider when he had to stand on tip toe for a minute to get it all the way off. He dried the chest and then stripped him out of his jeans.
Naked, chilled, and still damp, Ville opened up his arms. Wordlessly Bam stepped into them. Wasn’t it amazing, he thought, how nicely his head fit on this chest? And wasn’t it so nice, the way the Finn’s chin seemed to fit perfectly on his head when he did this?
They stood there for a few minutes, until they managed to stop shivering, and their skin didn’t feel quite so clammy. Boldly, not caring if anyone saw them, Ville took his love’s hand and lead him up to their room.
Bam stood by, amused, while his boyfriend went through the dresser until he came triumphantly up with two pairs of pajama bottoms and a couple of long sleeved shirts. They pulled them on, still feeling the cold of the rain down in their bones.
“Here,” the green eyed one had even managed to find Bam’s favorite socks. He pulled them on while Ville pulled on some of his own. The crawled into their bed and met in the middle, arms winding around one another and legs tangling together.
Once again, the American nestled down against the chest of the other one. He wasn’t sure if it was warmth he was still searching for, or the need to feel loved at the moment. Outside, they heard the distance roll of thunder, and rain began to slip down their window.
“This is the best way to spend a storm.” Bam said decidedly through a yawn.
“Yes,” Ville agreed softly.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Nudity
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Bam followed Ville out into the rain.
Finally, the rain began to let up. Ville stood up and offered his hand down to the American. Bam accepted the hand and was pulled up, water dripping off his hair.
“You’re soaked,” the Finn grinned.
“And who dragged me out here to begin with?”
Ville said nothing, only pressed a tender kiss to his love’s mouth. That shut Bam up. He remained silent as they walked through the mud and wet towards the house.
Before they even stepped through the door, Ville stopped him. He toed off his soaked shoes and knelt down to help Bam take his off. This brought a smile to the skater’s lips.
Barefooted, their shoes left by the door to dry in the sun that surely would be coming soon, they slipped into the house. Ville pulled him into the nearest full bath and opened unfolded a towel.
Wordlessly, he began to towel dry Bam’s hair. The skater fairly purred under his lover’s ministrations and was stock still and co-operative when the towel was dropped and his shirt was pulled over his head. He was equally still when Ville undid the button and zipper on his pants.
“Let me dry you,” he said softly, unfolding a dry towel and gently ruffling the dark hair he had come to love so well.
Bam stripped off the wet clothes, smiling when the singer lifted his arms above his head, and smiling wider when he had to stand on tip toe for a minute to get it all the way off. He dried the chest and then stripped him out of his jeans.
Naked, chilled, and still damp, Ville opened up his arms. Wordlessly Bam stepped into them. Wasn’t it amazing, he thought, how nicely his head fit on this chest? And wasn’t it so nice, the way the Finn’s chin seemed to fit perfectly on his head when he did this?
They stood there for a few minutes, until they managed to stop shivering, and their skin didn’t feel quite so clammy. Boldly, not caring if anyone saw them, Ville took his love’s hand and lead him up to their room.
Bam stood by, amused, while his boyfriend went through the dresser until he came triumphantly up with two pairs of pajama bottoms and a couple of long sleeved shirts. They pulled them on, still feeling the cold of the rain down in their bones.
“Here,” the green eyed one had even managed to find Bam’s favorite socks. He pulled them on while Ville pulled on some of his own. The crawled into their bed and met in the middle, arms winding around one another and legs tangling together.
Once again, the American nestled down against the chest of the other one. He wasn’t sure if it was warmth he was still searching for, or the need to feel loved at the moment. Outside, they heard the distance roll of thunder, and rain began to slip down their window.
“This is the best way to spend a storm.” Bam said decidedly through a yawn.
“Yes,” Ville agreed softly.