Incarnate
Title: Incarnate
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Ville/OMC, Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 3173
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Chapter 1
Bam's POV
Another night, another fucking bar… this one a well-known mixed swingers’ club… At least it beat the meat market we’d been frequenting. Ville’s smirking at me over the beer bottles lining our table. The evening had started off with this not-so-bashful petite, little, blonde chick approaching me at the bar. Two cheap shots later and her dainty, little hand was inching its way up my thigh. Even from this distance I can see Valo’s lip curl as he sneers at me. I know without a second thought that I’m not actually going to go home with this…thing, but I humor her. After all, what else is there really to do in a place like this? That and from an opposite corner of the bar, a dark, protective glare has been burning a hole in my skull for the last half hour. Things are about to get interesting…
As if reading my mind, Ville saunters over to the possessor of said glare and grinds his hips against the man’s thigh suggestively. I bow my head to not laugh my ass off right then and there. The look on the shit’s face, even with such a beautiful man making a move on him… was god-damn priceless. But perhaps it was all the alcohol in his system, because even for Valo it had been a little over the top… Next thing I knew, he was flat on his ass on the filthy-as-fuck floor. I’m out of the bitches’ arms in an instant. Pressing through the crowd, I flinch as some gaudy, over-dressed whore type nearly gouges his appendix with her fucking stiletto heel. Then out of nowhere, a warm, steady hand grasps his. There’s a friendly slapping of shoulders and what I assume to be a typical inquiry of his state. “Fantastic…” I mumble to myself, knowing exactly what Ville would say at that moment.
What surprises me is when he doesn’t release the hand. Frowning, I take in the man’s appearance. It’s of no use to be jealous… at the end of the night, he usually ends up in my arms. But this man is not his usual type and that’s what worries me. There’s a gentleness that practically fucking glows from the top of his nest of wild, blonde hair all the way down to his… flip-flopped feet. Definitely not Valo’s usual type... I’m finally at their side and speaking for what little good it does me. “Fucking drama queen… I forgot dumps like this could be so fucking…” My voice catches in my throat when Ville barely acknowledges me. Great, so it is going to be one of those nights. I snarl more to myself than anything, but follow the length of my lover’s arm and up to his savior’s face.
“Hey…” He flashes me a cheery smile.
Baring my teeth in a nearly feral manner, I advance at him. “Wanna join us for a few beers?”
“Uh…”
Oh, this is too fucking rich. Not only is he a fucking sweetheart… he’s a bumbling idiot. Let me guess Valo’s got another fucking kink to work out. I can feel his green eyes bore into me as I speak. I’m getting involved in something I shouldn’t be. I leer at them both and do the only other thing I know will push Ville that much further. “Oh, I’m Bam… and this is Ville…” The blonde extracts his hand from its previous grip and that warmth now surrounds my fingers and my wrist.
“Ryan…”
I relinquished his hand and lead our way back to the table. Only to find nothing but empty bottles there. Gaping at Valo, I sigh. “You drank them all?”
“You were flirting up that broad for an awful long time, Bammikins…” He bats his eyelashes at me on top of using that god-awful pet name. The fucker…
And of course, our new friend Ryan snorts and begins speaking even as we settle at the table. “If you don’t mind me asking, I just kinda wandered into this place… what kind of bar is this?”
I bring Ville’s wrist up to my lips and begin tracing the inked flesh there then the blonde’s words hit my ears. I nearly choke. Okay, add clueless to my list… I meet Valo’s eyes with a smirk clearly playing across my face. What was his game tonight anyways?
Accent thick, my light leans over and… within a few whispered words, everything is illuminated. Our dear Ryan’s eyes widen as he commences to look about. “Holy shit…” There’s disbelief laced with awe tainting his rumble-laden voice.
And for a moment… just a moment… things are as they always were. Ville and I laugh loud, long and hard. Taking our enjoyment from the entire incident and bleeding it dry. When our voices taper off to amused gasps, I turn to the night’s entertainment and address him. “You wanna get outta here?”
“W-with you two?!”
It’s too easy. Standing I stretch my arms up and then behind me, ensuring that the flash of skin from under my shirt is at his eye level. An over dramatic offer of my hand to Valo and we’re looking down at him with matching expressions on our bemused faces. “You coming or going?” I ask.
“Coming…”
“Good…” Ville chirps and literally drags my ass out of the dimly lit bar and into the darkness of the night. It feels like an escape. The blonde is trailing a few feet behind us. I have to dig my heels into the concrete to slow things down and let him catch up. Whatever he’s up to, I’m not letting Valo weasel out of this one.
He waves down a cab. I motion for Ryan to climb in first. We’re pressed tight in the back seat. Eyes linger a little to long for comfort on us in the rearview mirror, and I make an oath to myself ensuring that the driver either won’t be able to look away or he’ll avert his attention in disgust by the end of the ride.
Before we’re even a block away, I pull Ville to me and slide my lips over his with an abrasive knowledge known only to desperate lovers. Our little do-gooder fidgets in his seat and looks out the window. Only to be met with our reflection as his eyes struggle and lose focus on the nightlife passing by. And god-damn if he doesn’t forget himself and let out a gasp when he catches sight of my hand sneaking under the waist of the black jeans barely hanging from Valo’s hips. Smirking into our kisses, I make a show of pressing my finger deliberately around the quivering hole anxious for my touch. And just for a second, I meet Ryan’s eyes in the glass.
The cab stops at our building, and I can tell he’s about to protest coming with us when Ville grabs our friend’s arm and pulls him out of the vehicle with a brutal force that leave the blonde breathless in shock. “Uh, okay… guess I’m getting off here to…” He mumbles.
Valo giggles and wraps his fingers around and through the belt loop of the his jeans. We’re barely inside our apartment when I shove my lover roughly to the wall and plunder his mouth. “Okay, he’s here… now what do you want to do with him?” I breathe against the teeth tugging at my bottom lip.
Swiping his tongue over my chin, Ville whispers. “I want you… to fuck him…”
So that’s what this has been about… the destruction of innocence. “Babe…” I hate that my voice breaks into a tremble as I speak.
“Please…” My angel of darkness begs, and there’s no way I can deny him anything… not even this.
I rest my forehead against Valo’s before turning to look at Ryan. “I tell you to stop… you stop… got that shit?”
Slack jawed, Ryan nods and replies. “Uh huh…”
I’m sure that the last thing he’d expected tonight was to end up in the middle of some fucked up couple’s power games. But as I advance towards him and Ville’s grasp on his jeans tightens, he lets himself go. And it is so apparent that even I can see it in the shadows of the night. By the time my mouth seeks out his, he’s already surrendered. I’m sure he’s thinking that such a hedonistic opportunity will never throw itself at him again, and maybe he’s right. My anger bleeds into the kiss as I ravage his mouth so completely that it sends lust spiraling down my spine in dizzying tendrils.
Beside us, Valo releases him and slowly begins stripping. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to not tear myself from Ryan and take in the stunning display. I am rewarded for my efforts with his perfection pressed against my still clothed back. His mouth lashes out at my neck and ear. “Suck his cock for me, baby…”
My heartbeat quickens as I descend. Ville knows how I feel about this, but for the time being he’s got me right where he wants me. I can almost see him smiling at the blonde indulgently as he whispers. “Be a good boy…” Chancing a glance upward I watch him lick the curve of Ryan’s lips as the man stutters beneath the onslaught.
“I’ve never… I mean not with two… oh, God…”
His eyes roll back. And our dear boy forgets his protests, forgets the playful green eyes bearing down on him and for a second I’m confident he even forgets his name as my lover presses flush against him and I suck not only the head of his cock into my mouth, but Valo’s as well. Under and over my tongue, the folds of Ville’s cock roll against the mushroom tip of his, and Ryan lets out a very undignified yelp of surprise that causes flashes of unbridled enjoyment to blossom behind my still open eyes. Above me, he grabs a fistful of Valo’s hair and jerks him into a needy kiss. He’s already gotten away with more than any pushy top has ever dared to try. And I don’t know whether to be concerned or not…
“Oh, shit…” he gasps before pulling away from Ville’s humming mouth and… fucking shoves me off of their cocks. I’m about to tear into him for fucking touching me like that when the first pulse of his release hits my face. My jaw drops. I close my eyes and let it fucking happen.
Ryan’s hands are clenching in and out of nervous fist at his sides and even I can tell he’s about ready to flee the scene, when Valo drops to his knees in front of me. “Oh, Bammie… you look so fucking hot…” He squeals and moves to lap the mess from off my face.
My vision is obscured by the mess weighing down my eyelashes as I shake my head and nod up at Ryan. “Not, you… him.”
There’s reverence in the blonde’s posture as he drops down beside us. He looks from Ville then back to me. Trembling, he leans forward and drags his tongue across the cum-splattered patches of my face and neck. He glances down at our still hard cock and whispers softly. “Can I try…?”
“What both?” Ville asks slightly shocked. My mind stumbles over itself in the joyous realization that despite his intent, Valo cannot truly destroy one so ready and willing to be corrupted.
“…yeah…” Ryan’s face betrays his embarrassment.
Green eyes meet my blue as Ville leers and grabs his hand. He’s leading him towards our bedroom… our actual fucking bedroom not the guest room… before I can even speak. Once inside he pushes him down hard on our still made bed. Valo’s voice is as sharp as daggers as he addresses him. “You mean you’d rather stuff that fuzzy face of yours with our cocks than fuck either one of us…” It’s a challenge as plain as fucking day… and I know it.
“Whatever you want…”
His subservience is too much. It’s beyond… well, everything. I don’t think it was at all what Ville had expected when he felt the raw muscle behind the arms that rescued him from a certain fate on the bar room floor. I can see that my light is dimming. He’s not getting the fight he lives for. I speak up. “Get undressed…”
Ryan’s ever so quick to follow my orders. My attention drifts to Valo as I remove my own clothes. He looks so lost, and tonight for once… I’m going to be his fucking Christ.
“Fuck…” The blonde gasps from the bed at us. I know that our scattered matching expanses of inked skin give us the appearance of evil twins as we approach.
Ville’s cooing as he crawls up and slides his cock over Ryan’s lip, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. “Get use to one of us first…” He suggests in surprising gentleness.
Acting damn near cock-starved, our boy sucks Valo in deep. He moans in what appears to be happiness as the flesh in his mouth engorges. His eyes are closed and it’s obvious that the only thing in the world that matters to him at that very second is the cock shoved deep in his mouth.
I reach out and trace his stretched lips with my fingers. There’s somehow beauty in their form and presence. Ryan’s eyes fly open. And his blue eyes on mine, he accommodates the digits… even as I ruefully stretch at his mouth. “Pull out a little, Vil…” I ask softly. My own gentleness matches Valo’s. I almost expect a fight… I don’t get one.
Careful of Ryan’s teeth, I pull his mouth wider and push my cock just past his swollen lips. In a torturously slow rhythm, we thrust into him. His eyes are closed and his face slack as he allows us this luxury. In the near silence of the room, you can hear Ville and I’s lips crash into each other above him. Beneath us he clings to the sheets and opens his eyes to take in the sight. Quickly I try to hide the vulnerability I exude under my lover’s touch.
He lets our cocks pop from his lip’s suction and runs his hands up our thighs. Thumbs skim over jagged hipbones and up onto taunt stomachs. Ryan sits up and bracing our necks in the palm of his hands… pulls us down onto him. “Hi…” he whispers with a smile when I tear my lips from Ville’s and face him. At this point his insolence is damn near legendary, but he takes it one step further and gifts me with a quick kiss before moving onto Valo and repeating the process. His actions draw a ragged pant from me and I’m frowning deep and angry at him. And what does he do? He offers himself to me. “So, how do you want me… Bam?” His voice has lost its wavering uncertainty.
And I reply. “Exactly as you are…” Without a glance spared for my dear Ville, I settle between Ryan’s thighs.
Undeterred, Valo moves to the blonde’s side and with his lips a breath away from his ears… continues his previous instructions. “Hold your legs to your chest…” He nuzzles into Ryan’s beard, “do you need a lot of prep?” He asks so fucking sweetly.
“N-no, not really… just do it…”
The stutter is back, but the despite that I’m drowning in my own smugness as once more Ville’s attempts at destruction are thwarted. I pause for a moment to roll on the condom that has been slipped into my hand then press forward. I don’t stop until I’m surrounded in yet another aspect of his warmth. With half-lidded eyes, I look upon Valo. Tonight was never intended to be anything different than our usual fling, but everything my lover has thrown at me has been to some extent… unexpected. So, I do not assume that he’s prepared himself before even leaving the sanctuary of our home. “Are you still…?”
“Uh huh…” He breathes and my face takes on all sorts of evilness, I’m positive were learnt at Ville’s hand.
“Climb aboard…” I smirk as I pull Ryan’s legs around my waist. If he was any quieter, it’d feel like Valo and I were alone in the room.
Ville straddles him and leans forward. “Hold onto something…” he leers.
Swallowing audibly, Ryan nods and grips the sheets tight in his fist. Even as Valo’s heat swallows him up, I roll my hips… hoping to cause my own kind of disaster. I reel in my success as our guest bucks up into him. Instinct takes over and Ville slams down hard and angry. Behind him, I chuckle. During the course of things, I suddenly notice that Ryan’s hands have relocated to our thighs. And more importantly they haven’t been clawed off defiantly… yet. I roll and they writhe. Soon Ville is keening between us. His shoulders press against my chest as he attempts to take in every whisper of flesh Ryan can offer. I pull out of the blonde ever so slowly. He clutches at our thighs at the loss only to hiss as the cool bedroom air rushes up and over his abused entrance. I press Ville down until he’s face to face with Ryan. “Are you ready?” I inquire blankly.
“Bammie?” Valo’s voice takes on an unsure edge that has me melting at its desperation.
“…let me give this to you…” I whisper.
He looks down into the dusty blue eyes of tonight’s stranger and bites his lip. “Hold onto me…” He pleads quietly. Behind him I can’t hide the rage that burns in my eyes at his question less trust in this man. I see but don’t pay heed to the worry seeping past the lust on Ryan’s face. Soon he feels it; my cock sliding against his… then the wet, tightness spasming around him. My lover tenses in his arms, but I can hear him chanting. “Don’t stop… don’t fucking stop.”
At long last, I address the blonde. “Push a little, Ry…” When he does, Valo sees stars. I know this because his hole is gripping us like a vice as he bucks and writhes in the other man’s embrace. “Harder…” I gasp. Ry juts his hips up, and my cock pulses…and even through the latex he can feel my release. With a shout, the blonde shoots his second load for the night. I withdraw and slowly assist a very limp and limber Ville off of Ryan’s lap. He whimpers adoring noise into my hungry mouth. When we turn our attention back to our visitor, I’m shocked to find him sound asleep.
As always, I’m unable to hide the sheepish smile that appears on my face as I wrap my arms around Valo and tug him down onto the bed with me. In our very own warmth we lie across from Ryan and watch him sleep…
Chapter 3
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/HIM AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bam/Ville, Ville/OMC, Bam/Ville/Ryan
Warning: Sex is violence...
Disclaimer: Ownership is an abstract concept...
Word Count: 3173
Summary: Bam was just waiting for someone, anyone to try and break him...
Dedicated to and inspired by: Abysmal Seraph & Johnny Darko
Chapter 1
Bam's POV
Another night, another fucking bar… this one a well-known mixed swingers’ club… At least it beat the meat market we’d been frequenting. Ville’s smirking at me over the beer bottles lining our table. The evening had started off with this not-so-bashful petite, little, blonde chick approaching me at the bar. Two cheap shots later and her dainty, little hand was inching its way up my thigh. Even from this distance I can see Valo’s lip curl as he sneers at me. I know without a second thought that I’m not actually going to go home with this…thing, but I humor her. After all, what else is there really to do in a place like this? That and from an opposite corner of the bar, a dark, protective glare has been burning a hole in my skull for the last half hour. Things are about to get interesting…
As if reading my mind, Ville saunters over to the possessor of said glare and grinds his hips against the man’s thigh suggestively. I bow my head to not laugh my ass off right then and there. The look on the shit’s face, even with such a beautiful man making a move on him… was god-damn priceless. But perhaps it was all the alcohol in his system, because even for Valo it had been a little over the top… Next thing I knew, he was flat on his ass on the filthy-as-fuck floor. I’m out of the bitches’ arms in an instant. Pressing through the crowd, I flinch as some gaudy, over-dressed whore type nearly gouges his appendix with her fucking stiletto heel. Then out of nowhere, a warm, steady hand grasps his. There’s a friendly slapping of shoulders and what I assume to be a typical inquiry of his state. “Fantastic…” I mumble to myself, knowing exactly what Ville would say at that moment.
What surprises me is when he doesn’t release the hand. Frowning, I take in the man’s appearance. It’s of no use to be jealous… at the end of the night, he usually ends up in my arms. But this man is not his usual type and that’s what worries me. There’s a gentleness that practically fucking glows from the top of his nest of wild, blonde hair all the way down to his… flip-flopped feet. Definitely not Valo’s usual type... I’m finally at their side and speaking for what little good it does me. “Fucking drama queen… I forgot dumps like this could be so fucking…” My voice catches in my throat when Ville barely acknowledges me. Great, so it is going to be one of those nights. I snarl more to myself than anything, but follow the length of my lover’s arm and up to his savior’s face.
“Hey…” He flashes me a cheery smile.
Baring my teeth in a nearly feral manner, I advance at him. “Wanna join us for a few beers?”
“Uh…”
Oh, this is too fucking rich. Not only is he a fucking sweetheart… he’s a bumbling idiot. Let me guess Valo’s got another fucking kink to work out. I can feel his green eyes bore into me as I speak. I’m getting involved in something I shouldn’t be. I leer at them both and do the only other thing I know will push Ville that much further. “Oh, I’m Bam… and this is Ville…” The blonde extracts his hand from its previous grip and that warmth now surrounds my fingers and my wrist.
“Ryan…”
I relinquished his hand and lead our way back to the table. Only to find nothing but empty bottles there. Gaping at Valo, I sigh. “You drank them all?”
“You were flirting up that broad for an awful long time, Bammikins…” He bats his eyelashes at me on top of using that god-awful pet name. The fucker…
And of course, our new friend Ryan snorts and begins speaking even as we settle at the table. “If you don’t mind me asking, I just kinda wandered into this place… what kind of bar is this?”
I bring Ville’s wrist up to my lips and begin tracing the inked flesh there then the blonde’s words hit my ears. I nearly choke. Okay, add clueless to my list… I meet Valo’s eyes with a smirk clearly playing across my face. What was his game tonight anyways?
Accent thick, my light leans over and… within a few whispered words, everything is illuminated. Our dear Ryan’s eyes widen as he commences to look about. “Holy shit…” There’s disbelief laced with awe tainting his rumble-laden voice.
And for a moment… just a moment… things are as they always were. Ville and I laugh loud, long and hard. Taking our enjoyment from the entire incident and bleeding it dry. When our voices taper off to amused gasps, I turn to the night’s entertainment and address him. “You wanna get outta here?”
“W-with you two?!”
It’s too easy. Standing I stretch my arms up and then behind me, ensuring that the flash of skin from under my shirt is at his eye level. An over dramatic offer of my hand to Valo and we’re looking down at him with matching expressions on our bemused faces. “You coming or going?” I ask.
“Coming…”
“Good…” Ville chirps and literally drags my ass out of the dimly lit bar and into the darkness of the night. It feels like an escape. The blonde is trailing a few feet behind us. I have to dig my heels into the concrete to slow things down and let him catch up. Whatever he’s up to, I’m not letting Valo weasel out of this one.
He waves down a cab. I motion for Ryan to climb in first. We’re pressed tight in the back seat. Eyes linger a little to long for comfort on us in the rearview mirror, and I make an oath to myself ensuring that the driver either won’t be able to look away or he’ll avert his attention in disgust by the end of the ride.
Before we’re even a block away, I pull Ville to me and slide my lips over his with an abrasive knowledge known only to desperate lovers. Our little do-gooder fidgets in his seat and looks out the window. Only to be met with our reflection as his eyes struggle and lose focus on the nightlife passing by. And god-damn if he doesn’t forget himself and let out a gasp when he catches sight of my hand sneaking under the waist of the black jeans barely hanging from Valo’s hips. Smirking into our kisses, I make a show of pressing my finger deliberately around the quivering hole anxious for my touch. And just for a second, I meet Ryan’s eyes in the glass.
The cab stops at our building, and I can tell he’s about to protest coming with us when Ville grabs our friend’s arm and pulls him out of the vehicle with a brutal force that leave the blonde breathless in shock. “Uh, okay… guess I’m getting off here to…” He mumbles.
Valo giggles and wraps his fingers around and through the belt loop of the his jeans. We’re barely inside our apartment when I shove my lover roughly to the wall and plunder his mouth. “Okay, he’s here… now what do you want to do with him?” I breathe against the teeth tugging at my bottom lip.
Swiping his tongue over my chin, Ville whispers. “I want you… to fuck him…”
So that’s what this has been about… the destruction of innocence. “Babe…” I hate that my voice breaks into a tremble as I speak.
“Please…” My angel of darkness begs, and there’s no way I can deny him anything… not even this.
I rest my forehead against Valo’s before turning to look at Ryan. “I tell you to stop… you stop… got that shit?”
Slack jawed, Ryan nods and replies. “Uh huh…”
I’m sure that the last thing he’d expected tonight was to end up in the middle of some fucked up couple’s power games. But as I advance towards him and Ville’s grasp on his jeans tightens, he lets himself go. And it is so apparent that even I can see it in the shadows of the night. By the time my mouth seeks out his, he’s already surrendered. I’m sure he’s thinking that such a hedonistic opportunity will never throw itself at him again, and maybe he’s right. My anger bleeds into the kiss as I ravage his mouth so completely that it sends lust spiraling down my spine in dizzying tendrils.
Beside us, Valo releases him and slowly begins stripping. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to not tear myself from Ryan and take in the stunning display. I am rewarded for my efforts with his perfection pressed against my still clothed back. His mouth lashes out at my neck and ear. “Suck his cock for me, baby…”
My heartbeat quickens as I descend. Ville knows how I feel about this, but for the time being he’s got me right where he wants me. I can almost see him smiling at the blonde indulgently as he whispers. “Be a good boy…” Chancing a glance upward I watch him lick the curve of Ryan’s lips as the man stutters beneath the onslaught.
“I’ve never… I mean not with two… oh, God…”
His eyes roll back. And our dear boy forgets his protests, forgets the playful green eyes bearing down on him and for a second I’m confident he even forgets his name as my lover presses flush against him and I suck not only the head of his cock into my mouth, but Valo’s as well. Under and over my tongue, the folds of Ville’s cock roll against the mushroom tip of his, and Ryan lets out a very undignified yelp of surprise that causes flashes of unbridled enjoyment to blossom behind my still open eyes. Above me, he grabs a fistful of Valo’s hair and jerks him into a needy kiss. He’s already gotten away with more than any pushy top has ever dared to try. And I don’t know whether to be concerned or not…
“Oh, shit…” he gasps before pulling away from Ville’s humming mouth and… fucking shoves me off of their cocks. I’m about to tear into him for fucking touching me like that when the first pulse of his release hits my face. My jaw drops. I close my eyes and let it fucking happen.
Ryan’s hands are clenching in and out of nervous fist at his sides and even I can tell he’s about ready to flee the scene, when Valo drops to his knees in front of me. “Oh, Bammie… you look so fucking hot…” He squeals and moves to lap the mess from off my face.
My vision is obscured by the mess weighing down my eyelashes as I shake my head and nod up at Ryan. “Not, you… him.”
There’s reverence in the blonde’s posture as he drops down beside us. He looks from Ville then back to me. Trembling, he leans forward and drags his tongue across the cum-splattered patches of my face and neck. He glances down at our still hard cock and whispers softly. “Can I try…?”
“What both?” Ville asks slightly shocked. My mind stumbles over itself in the joyous realization that despite his intent, Valo cannot truly destroy one so ready and willing to be corrupted.
“…yeah…” Ryan’s face betrays his embarrassment.
Green eyes meet my blue as Ville leers and grabs his hand. He’s leading him towards our bedroom… our actual fucking bedroom not the guest room… before I can even speak. Once inside he pushes him down hard on our still made bed. Valo’s voice is as sharp as daggers as he addresses him. “You mean you’d rather stuff that fuzzy face of yours with our cocks than fuck either one of us…” It’s a challenge as plain as fucking day… and I know it.
“Whatever you want…”
His subservience is too much. It’s beyond… well, everything. I don’t think it was at all what Ville had expected when he felt the raw muscle behind the arms that rescued him from a certain fate on the bar room floor. I can see that my light is dimming. He’s not getting the fight he lives for. I speak up. “Get undressed…”
Ryan’s ever so quick to follow my orders. My attention drifts to Valo as I remove my own clothes. He looks so lost, and tonight for once… I’m going to be his fucking Christ.
“Fuck…” The blonde gasps from the bed at us. I know that our scattered matching expanses of inked skin give us the appearance of evil twins as we approach.
Ville’s cooing as he crawls up and slides his cock over Ryan’s lip, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. “Get use to one of us first…” He suggests in surprising gentleness.
Acting damn near cock-starved, our boy sucks Valo in deep. He moans in what appears to be happiness as the flesh in his mouth engorges. His eyes are closed and it’s obvious that the only thing in the world that matters to him at that very second is the cock shoved deep in his mouth.
I reach out and trace his stretched lips with my fingers. There’s somehow beauty in their form and presence. Ryan’s eyes fly open. And his blue eyes on mine, he accommodates the digits… even as I ruefully stretch at his mouth. “Pull out a little, Vil…” I ask softly. My own gentleness matches Valo’s. I almost expect a fight… I don’t get one.
Careful of Ryan’s teeth, I pull his mouth wider and push my cock just past his swollen lips. In a torturously slow rhythm, we thrust into him. His eyes are closed and his face slack as he allows us this luxury. In the near silence of the room, you can hear Ville and I’s lips crash into each other above him. Beneath us he clings to the sheets and opens his eyes to take in the sight. Quickly I try to hide the vulnerability I exude under my lover’s touch.
He lets our cocks pop from his lip’s suction and runs his hands up our thighs. Thumbs skim over jagged hipbones and up onto taunt stomachs. Ryan sits up and bracing our necks in the palm of his hands… pulls us down onto him. “Hi…” he whispers with a smile when I tear my lips from Ville’s and face him. At this point his insolence is damn near legendary, but he takes it one step further and gifts me with a quick kiss before moving onto Valo and repeating the process. His actions draw a ragged pant from me and I’m frowning deep and angry at him. And what does he do? He offers himself to me. “So, how do you want me… Bam?” His voice has lost its wavering uncertainty.
And I reply. “Exactly as you are…” Without a glance spared for my dear Ville, I settle between Ryan’s thighs.
Undeterred, Valo moves to the blonde’s side and with his lips a breath away from his ears… continues his previous instructions. “Hold your legs to your chest…” He nuzzles into Ryan’s beard, “do you need a lot of prep?” He asks so fucking sweetly.
“N-no, not really… just do it…”
The stutter is back, but the despite that I’m drowning in my own smugness as once more Ville’s attempts at destruction are thwarted. I pause for a moment to roll on the condom that has been slipped into my hand then press forward. I don’t stop until I’m surrounded in yet another aspect of his warmth. With half-lidded eyes, I look upon Valo. Tonight was never intended to be anything different than our usual fling, but everything my lover has thrown at me has been to some extent… unexpected. So, I do not assume that he’s prepared himself before even leaving the sanctuary of our home. “Are you still…?”
“Uh huh…” He breathes and my face takes on all sorts of evilness, I’m positive were learnt at Ville’s hand.
“Climb aboard…” I smirk as I pull Ryan’s legs around my waist. If he was any quieter, it’d feel like Valo and I were alone in the room.
Ville straddles him and leans forward. “Hold onto something…” he leers.
Swallowing audibly, Ryan nods and grips the sheets tight in his fist. Even as Valo’s heat swallows him up, I roll my hips… hoping to cause my own kind of disaster. I reel in my success as our guest bucks up into him. Instinct takes over and Ville slams down hard and angry. Behind him, I chuckle. During the course of things, I suddenly notice that Ryan’s hands have relocated to our thighs. And more importantly they haven’t been clawed off defiantly… yet. I roll and they writhe. Soon Ville is keening between us. His shoulders press against my chest as he attempts to take in every whisper of flesh Ryan can offer. I pull out of the blonde ever so slowly. He clutches at our thighs at the loss only to hiss as the cool bedroom air rushes up and over his abused entrance. I press Ville down until he’s face to face with Ryan. “Are you ready?” I inquire blankly.
“Bammie?” Valo’s voice takes on an unsure edge that has me melting at its desperation.
“…let me give this to you…” I whisper.
He looks down into the dusty blue eyes of tonight’s stranger and bites his lip. “Hold onto me…” He pleads quietly. Behind him I can’t hide the rage that burns in my eyes at his question less trust in this man. I see but don’t pay heed to the worry seeping past the lust on Ryan’s face. Soon he feels it; my cock sliding against his… then the wet, tightness spasming around him. My lover tenses in his arms, but I can hear him chanting. “Don’t stop… don’t fucking stop.”
At long last, I address the blonde. “Push a little, Ry…” When he does, Valo sees stars. I know this because his hole is gripping us like a vice as he bucks and writhes in the other man’s embrace. “Harder…” I gasp. Ry juts his hips up, and my cock pulses…and even through the latex he can feel my release. With a shout, the blonde shoots his second load for the night. I withdraw and slowly assist a very limp and limber Ville off of Ryan’s lap. He whimpers adoring noise into my hungry mouth. When we turn our attention back to our visitor, I’m shocked to find him sound asleep.
As always, I’m unable to hide the sheepish smile that appears on my face as I wrap my arms around Valo and tug him down onto the bed with me. In our very own warmth we lie across from Ryan and watch him sleep…
Chapter 3