Suckers.
“Bam,”
“Mmm?” Bam didn’t bother to take the cherry flavored lollipop out of his mouth.
“You’re distracting me,”
“How?” he tried to sound innocent and not satisfied at all.
“You’re playing the video game too loudly.” Ville Valo was curled up on the opposite side of the couch, legs pulled up, notebook propped against his thighs. He tapped the ball point pen against the book.
“Could you turn it down a little?”
“Mmmhmm,” Bam tried not to let the disappointment show in his voice too strongly. He picked up the remote and flicked the volume down a few notches.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
He just nodded as he continued on with his video game. He moved the sucker around in his mouth with his tongue. He really was enjoying the sticky sweetness in his mouth, but it wasn’t the stickiness he craved.
Ville didn’t look up from his notebook. It was all the curly haired man could do not to throw his controller down and stalk off.
But that would be forfeiting the game. He and Ville knew how to play, and he’d be damned before he’d give up.
He continued glancing at his lover out of the corner of his eye. The beanie was pushed back away from his forehead; his eyes were narrowed in concentration. Bam loved it when he looked so engrossed in something.
“Bam,” he said again.
“Wha’?” he paused the game again, feeling fire ignite in the pit of his belly.
“You’re distracting me,”
“How?” this refrain never seemed to get old.
“You’re staring at me. I can’t write when you’re staring at me like you want to rip my clothes off and fuck me into the couch cushions.”
“But I really DO want to fuck you into the couch cushions.” He knew he was whining, knew this was bordering on giving in, claiming defeat, but dammit; he really wanted to fuck the sexy Finn!
“Not this minute, Bam-Bam. I have to get this done.”
Pouting, Bam saved his game and turned it off. He didn’t want to play right now anyway. He switched off the system and turned on MTV. He didn’t really watch, but let his thoughts wander to his skateboard, planning out in his mind some tricks he wanted to practice next time he climbed on.
Absently, he twirled the stick in his mouth, feeling the hard candy hitting his teeth. He swabs it against his tongue and sucks hard. He knows his whole mouth is going to be bright red, but he doesn’t care.
Maybe Ville thinks candy flavored Bams are sexy. That would be a fun experiment. Putting different sorts of candy into his mouth and then seeing how Ville liked the way the flavor mixed.
“Bam,”
“What?!?” he snapped, irritated with this little game.
“You’re distracting me,”
“How?” he demanded.
“You’re giving that lollipop better head than you’ve given me in a week.” He reached over and plucked the sweet from Bam’s mouth.
“And I don’t think I can stand being jealous of candy.” He popped it into his own, his taste buds relishing the added sweetness of his lover with the sugar.
“Oh, really?” Bam purred. His mouth ached from the loss, but once Ville stretched out his long legs, letting his notebook and pen fall to the floor, he knew he’d have something in it pretty soon.
“Yeah. You should make me feel better.” He gave a fake pout, green eyes shimmering with lust.
Bam grinned and slithered up the couch, pressing a kiss to his lips, the sucker stick pushed to the side. Their lips parted, and tongues mingled. The sucker passed mouths several times in all of it.
The skater’s busy fingers were undoing the button on Ville’s skintight jeans. He lifted his hips so Bam could tug them down to his knees. The singer couldn’t help but moan when nimble fingers reached into his boxers and found his already erect penis.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were depraved.”
“Shut up and suck me,” the Finn demanded.
The American was only too happy to oblige. He plunged down, taking in the whole thing at once. This was the way Ville liked it, sudden and a little bit shocking. Like diving into a cold pool all at once instead of tip toeing in, little by little.
“Bammie,” he groaned as he felt the soft tissue of the other man’s throat. Bam pulled almost all the way off before pushing his head back down. Ville hissed as his fingers tugged at the unruly curls he’d come to love so well.
Up and down, up and down Bam bobbed. He knew it wasn’t going to take long. The truth was, they hadn’t done anything for about three days now. Ville had gotten so wrapped up in his writing.
He felt slender thighs trembling beneath him. He heard the warning gasp that told him within seconds his mouth would be filled. And sure enough…
Ville arched up off the couch, bucking into Bam’s mouth. He came hard, feeling the world tilt beneath him. He felt his essence being swallowed down almost hungrily.
As he calmed down, Bam buttoned his jeans and wormed his way back up to lay his head on Ville’s chest. Ville put his hand on the back of the American man’s neck, rubbed gently.
“So, was I a better treat than that lolly?”
“Much better,” he smirked.