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Title: Nervous (Part One of Three)
Author: xbrokendollzx
Pairing: Villinde (with mentions of Vam and Vam in the later part)
Rating: R
Summary: "Are you nervous?"
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own, don't know.
Authors Note: I write a whole lot of Villinde, but this is the first one I've posted to LJ. I mostly post my Vam fics because I'm a bit more confident in them. However, this is written for my very good friend sydwuzhere as a surprise. I worked on it all day, and she loved it. Anyway, she convinced me to post it so thank her. This centers around the game "nervous" some of you might know how to play it. -wink
Linde leaned back on the couch and flipped through the hundreds of TV channels, some he found were completely useless. It was one of the only days that the band got to relax for an entire day at a hotel since the tour began. All in a week's time he had been molested endlessly by hormone driven fan girls, dragged from his bed at ridiculous hours of the morning, and annoyed by photographers with their makeup and constant pictures. He decided that there was no way in hell that he was leaving this room today.
However, that would become a problem. He and Ville had decided to save money and share a room. Linde was far from an idiot, he knew that Ville had ulterior motives for wanting to share a room with him. Especally when Bam Margera was traveling with them and had a room right next door. Not that he minded of course, his best friend wasn't bad on the eyes at all. In fact,whenever Ville paraded himself around the room shirtless, he had the strong urge to jump him. It wasn't his style to react that way though.
Ville was the exhibitionist out of both of them, him being the one that played the role of the sex god onstage. He would throw Bam against a wall in public and ravage his mouth just for shits and giggles. As people watched, disgusted, aroused, and shocked, Ville simply pulled away with that unique laugh of his, and continued on with his day as if nothing happened.
Linde was more private with the sex life that he barely had. He wasn't into public displays of affection. He made an exception on stage for Mige because it drove the fan girls wild. He literally had to run whenever Ville decided that he wanted to come on to him, or feel him up. "Molesting Lily" as Mige and Burton playfully put it, seemed to be one of Ville's favorite past times. Other than harassing Sean of course.
He stopped flipping and stopped at Vh1. A smile tugged at his lips when he saw that an Iggy Pop documentary was on. Finally, something worth watching. Ville loved his music too, and would probably be pissed that he wasn't informed of it being on.
"Ville!" He called, craning his neck to see if Ville was near.
About a minute later, the said vocalist's form appeared in the doorway of the bedroom he had spent most of his time in, leaning against the door jam.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"What are you doing right now?"
"I was tuning Sylvester. Why?"
Linde giggled a bit. He thought it was adorable that Ville had named his guitar, and referred to it like an actual person.
"There's something about Iggy Pop on. I thought that you might have wanted to see it." He replied with a shy smile.
Ville chuckled and strode over to the couch, plopping down next to blonde and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "How thoughtful of you Lily."
"No problem."
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After about an hour of watching the TV silently, Linde's eyes began to wander. He had to restrain himself so that his hands didn't follow. Ville was shirtless again, wearing only a pair of black baggy pajamas. His emerald eyes focused on the screen, watching intently. There was no denying that he was highly attractive. He gasped when he looked up, right into Ville's gaze that was now trained on him. Ville smirked widely, like a shark that had just caught it's squirming prey.
"You missed the best part. Is there something else that holds your attention?"
Linde squeaked and turned back to the TV. "N-no."
Ville licked his lips and flipped the TV off, causing Linde to bite his lip out of sheer embarassment that he had been caught during one of his staring sessions.
"Are you sure? I could have sworn that it wasn't that documentary that you were watching."
Ville moved closer and ran his hand down Lily's slender thigh.
"I was just....I wanted to-"
"Observe something else ?"
"I wasn't! I can't look away from the screen without you thinking that I'm looking at you?"
Ville chuckled, and sighed. "Relax. I never said that love, you've always had a guilty conscience. We don't have to watch TV all day to pass the time you know. We could do something else without having to leave the room."
Linde's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and curiosity at the sudden subject change. "Like what?"
"We could play a game."
"What are we, five year olds Ville?"
"I don't think that the particular game I have in mind is...appropriate for five year olds."
"And what is the game?"
"It's called 'are you nervous.' We played it once when we were teens, but you ran like a scared little virgin," Ville chuckled. "You still are a virgin aren't you?"
Linde nodded warily. He had never been with a man before. He had kissed them sure, but he hadn't actually slept with one. Yet, he was so curious about ho it would be feel. He didn't consider himself to be gay, just attracted to men. Attracted to Ville, to be exact.
"Of course you are. Now the object of the game is quite simple to comprehend. Don't get nerveous when I touch you. If you pussy out, then I win."
Linde looked up from under his eyelashes. "And what happens if I win?" He inqured quietly.
"I'll leave you be for the entire day. All to yourself."
Ville watched in amusement as a determined look took over Linde's usually content features.
"Deal."
Ville placed his hand on Linde's thigh, and began to move his hand up slowly, squeezing the taut flesh gently.
"Are you nervous Lily?"
Linde cleared his throat and shifted a bit. "No."
He shivered slightly as the vocalist's nails grazed the rough fabric of his jeans, his hand inching higher, ans higher until his fingers played with his zipper.
"Are you nervous?"
Linde took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. Ville's talented hand felt so good and he wasn't even really touching him.
Yes, I am. "No."
Ville raised an eyebrow and softly brushed his crotch with his knuckles, causing the blonde to flinch. He knew it was a matter of time before innocent little Lily gave up.
"You're lasting way longer than I thought you would." I know you want to give in. Do it.
He pushed his hands into Linde's black cargo shorts and grabbed him gently through his boxers, stroking the hardening erection.
Linde couldn't contain himself at that, it had been so long since someone touched him that way. He pushed his hips up, into Ville's hand.
"Are you nervous? although you seem to be enjoying it."
Linde shook his head and began to thrust into Ville's fist as it brought him off in tight, long jerks. Ville smirked and leaned in close to whisper at his neck.
"You lasted three turns sweetheart, it looks like you've won."
Linde groaned and grabbed Ville's hair, crushing his lips against his. Ville's tongue probed into his mouth as he parted his lips, taking the upper hand and tasting him throughly.
They tumbled off of the couch never breaking the kiss, hands groping, muffled moans filling the room and bouncing off of the walls. Ville pulled away, panting softly and straddled Linde's hips. He was so beautiful.
His blue/grey eyes glazed over and darkened with need, his lips swollen from the almost violent kiss. Not to mention the very impressive rection he had pressing into his ass. He pushed up the material of Linde's black nebula shirt, pulling it up and over his head only to toss it over his shoulder.
"Mikko, what do you want?" Ville purred, moving down to kiss his pale chest, using the very tip of his tongue to tease his nipples, stopping every so often to take an erected nub between his teeth and tug it.
Linde's head fell back, his body arching up into the wonderful feeling of his lover's mouth.
"T-touch me."
"I am touching you. Tell me what you really want. I know you think about it, dream of it even. My lips wrapped around your cock-"
"Suck me! just stop your teasing! I'll beg you Ville, just please." The writhing man whimpered, close to tears of frustration.
"Shh...see? it wasn't that hard. Now calm down for me and I'll make you feel really good."
Linde blinked. "Not here."
"Would you prefer to move to the bedroom then?"
"Can we?"
Ville nodded and stood up, taking Linde's hand to help him to his feet. He always knew it was a matter of time before he broke him. There was no way that he would let this chance slip through his fingers again.
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Linde lay on the bed, his entire body stripped of clothing, naked against the soft white cotton sheets on the bed. It was an almost angelic sight to Ville's eyes. Linde was so sweet and pure just like those sheets, and as wrong as it sounded, he couldn't wait to taint his purity.
He moved onto the bed, between Linde's long slender legs, pushing the milky white thighs open. Linde trembled, his eyes trained on Ville's hands.
"Ville, I'm not ready for-"
"Don't worry," Ville reassured, taking the time to kiss the inside of each parted thigh. "I'm not going to fuck you yet, as hard as it might be for me not to. I'll just give you an idea of how wonderful it can feel."
He reached for the lubricant that he'd placed on the side of the bead earlier and popped the cap open, squeezing a fair amount onto his fingers before setting it aside. Ville rubbed his stomach soothingly, and traced a finger around his tight entrance, slowly pushing it in.
Linde tensed up, a faint burning sensation overtaking his backside.
"Hurts."
"Hush, it'll get better I promise."
Ville carefully added another finger, gently stretching him as he sissored his fingers. He crooked his fingers upward, sliding his hand back down his stomach. He smiled in relief when Linde's whimpers of pain transformed into a groan of pleasure.
"Feels good?" He asked softly, pumping his fingers in and out at a steady pace.
"Don't stop." Linde urged pushing up a bit.
Ville leaned down and took Linde's dripping cock into his mouth, stroking what he couldn't fit with his free hand. The guitarist moaned loudly, clutching the sheets in his hands tightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His soft groand alternating between whispers and breathy gasps. It was by far one of the sexiest sounds Ville ever heard.
It inspired him to increase his pace, bobbing his head up and down faster as he took him deeper into the hot, wet caverns of his mouth. He pushed his fingers deeper, finding Linde's prostate and pushing down on it hard.
Ville tightened his hand around his cock and took him deep into his throat, swirling his tongue as he came back up, whilst grazing his bottom teeth gently against the sensitive underside of the organ throbbing in his mouth. He took his hand away from Linde's cock and fisted his own, jerking it in time to his own pace of sucking.
Linde's hand tangled in Ville's now messy dark locks, yanking them as pleas and provocative moans fell from his lips. He rocked his hips up into his mouth, and back into the fingers that were buried deep inside him. His stomach tightened as his orgasm began to form slowly. Ville's soft, pouty lips wrapped around him, sliding up and down his length was enough to make him explode.
"Ville, Ohmyfucking- I'm gonna c-co..."
His body stiffened, eyes rolling back as his mouth opened in a silent scream of exstasy as he shot his release into Ville's mouth. He rode out his orgasm, the pleasure rocking his entire body leaving him spent.
Ville swallowed, pulling his fingers out of Linde and jerking himself faster until he flooded his own hand with come. Heback and letting Linde's softening cock fall from his mouth. He wiped his hand and moved up, collapsing next to his panting, sweaty lover, kissing his forehead and then pressed one to the side of his neck.
"Are you alright?"
Linde nodded weakly and gave a shy smile. "I'm fine. That was just so intense."
"It's too late to be shy you know. You'll have to drop the act."
"I wasn't even-"
"Darling, you've just been finger fucked and sucked off at the exact same time."
"...fuck you."
"Flip over."
"Tomarrow, I'm too tired now."
"Really?"
"No."
Ville chuckled and pulled Linde into his arms. "Prick tease."
Suddenly the door was kicked open. A very angry exausted looking Bam stood in the doorway of their room, clutching a no doubtedly stolen card key.
"Listen, finnder fuckers, All I've heard since twelve in the god damn morning was fucking. Not everyone wants to hear you moaning like fucking dying animals!" He yelled, blue eyes blazing.
Ville and Linde glanced at each other, then burst out laughing. Bam was furious now.
"What in the fuck is so funny!?" He demanded.
"B-Bam, where are your pants?"
Bam looked down, then flushed a deep red. Clearing his throat he shrugged.
"I'm getting a good breeze. If anyone asks I'll tell them it's religious."
His eyebrows furrowed as both of the finn's began to speak in their native tongue, glancing at Bam once in a while.
"I don't understand Finnish, you fuckers."
Ville smirked and turned back to Bam.
"Bammie?"
"What?"
"Do you want to play a game?"
There you have it. Hope it was okay, I acually happen to love it alot. Don't be afraid to drop a comment.