Kiss Me
Title: Kiss Me.
Author: vivalavam2006
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Kiss me like you want to be loved, want to be loved, this feels like falling in love, falling in love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ville or Bam (unfortunately) and I do not own the snippet of lyrics in the summary, they belong to Ed Sheeran as does the title of the fic.
Author's Notes: This is dedicated to paleblueunicorn for constantly reading all the little things I come up with.
Kiss Me
The wind is howling outside and making the thin glass rattle in the windows but the occupants of the dark room are much too absorbed to notice. They’re engrossed in each other.
They’re exploring. Re-discovering.
It’s been far too long and both of them have changed. The older man has lost weight, his ribs visible beneath the tantalizing alabaster skin the younger man loves to kiss, touch, and taste. Bam runs his fingers through Ville’s hair remembering all of the mornings he’s woken with his fingers tangled in these same locks.
Ville takes a hold of Bam’s body, it’s filled out. He’s not his toned man-boy skater anymore and he likes it. They’ve evolved. Just as their relationship has. Bam’s eyes aren’t hazy with alcohol the way Ville thought they’d be and he smiles wide. Bam’s skin is soft, squishy and he loves the way when he digs his fingers into his lover’s skin his digits sink down and are enveloped almost.
“Stop playing with my flab” Bam whispers, his voice oddly self conscious. That’s new too. Ville shushes him with a breath-stealing kiss. Bam never seems to realise just how beautiful Ville finds him. Ville’s lips move in a way which has Bam gasping and clutching at his lover like he’s drowning.
As Ville rains kisses down on every patch of Bam’s skin he has easy access to he knows he’ll never leave Bam for such a long period of time again. It had been years. Wasted years. Bam is so pliant in his arms, completely bowled over by Ville and the Finnish man cannot get enough of the way Bam feels pulled against him, quivering and crazed.
Soon kisses are no longer enough and Bam is tugging at Ville’s clothes peeling them off him, revealing pale skin enhanced by the dark ink that stains his skin. Bam drinks in everything about the nude man beneath him. From the way he has more tattoos than he did last time they were this close to the way that when Bam ghosts his fingers over Ville’s pelvic tattoo his stomach jumps just as it always used too.
Ville is impatient as the American takes his time exploring; a growl of frustration leaves his throat as Bam runs the tip of his tongue along the ridge of Ville’s collarbone for the eighth time. The younger man is playful but firm as he holds Ville’s wrists down to stop him fidgeting. He’s enjoying this far too much to let Ville rush him along.
Ville feels he is going insane, each tiny touch, each kiss, and each satisfied sigh from his love feels and sounds hypersensitive. The air is filled the masculine earthy scent of Bam and that alone makes him painfully hard. He needs Bam to touch him, to give him relief or he’s going to go mad. He’ll lose it. His whine is pure need and he bucks against Bam’s heated skin.
“Hush” Bam’s smile is indulgent and he trails his fingers lower until he can wrap his hand around Ville’s cock. The Finnish man sobs as Bam takes his aching need firmly and jerks him a few times. It is a heaven he’s never forgotten. No one had ever felt as good as Bam had. The relief of his hand is gone again and Ville almost screams in disbelief at it all.
“What the f-” Ville begins only to be cut off by Bam’s finger placed firmly against his lips. His brows burrow as he gazes up at the man he’s missed so badly. Ville wants to be mad; he wants to be really, really mad but- fuck- the way Bam is smiling at him makes his heart melt. Bam’s staring at him in a way that makes Ville feel like a shy schoolgirl virgin. Like he’s going to ravage the older man, there’s a hunger in his blue eyes that makes Ville shudder in anticipation.
For a few agonizing moments, there is no movement. Bam is still, knelt over his lover’s trembling waiting form and then Bam moves, sliding away from Ville’s form and slipping to the floor.
Bam is on his knees in between Ville’s spread thighs and Ville knows what he’s going to do and his legs shake with how much he wants it. Eyes boring into Ville’s own Bam lowers his open mouth over the head of Ville’s cock and stops for a second, enjoying the whimper that leaves Villes mouth before he gives in and takes the older man’s length into his mouth and sucks gently.
Ville sees stars as Bam swirls his tongue around the tip of his cock and ghosts his fingers along his perineum. Bam bobs his head, doing everything Ville remembers and loves. Ville reaches down as he feels his body tense, places a hand softly on Bam’s scalp.
“Ah-oh-oh-Christ” Ville cries as he feels the fire begin to spread through his body. The pressure builds up and up and Bam grazes his teeth lightly up Ville’s shaft and Oh god that felt good- and then it’s gone.
“N-no” Ville splutters, leaning up on his elbows and staring at Bam. He feels tears spill from his eyes and he’s sobbing before Bam say anything. He can see Bam’s shape blurred with tears moving towards him but he can’t stop crying. Suddenly the years of missing Bam hit him like a subway train. How had time flown by so quickly?
Bam takes Ville in his arms, cradling him gently. The sobbing man clutches at the only person he’s ever loved, his fingers scrabbling. He’s scared. So, so scared. Scared to blink or look away. Terrified that in the morning it’ll all be a dream. He wants to tell Bam how petrified he is but he can’t make the words come out.
Bam just holds him tightly; his arms a warm fortress that slowly but surely soothes him. The tears stop and his breathing slows but Ville can’t bring himself to move a muscle. He feels safe for the first time in years, the world outside doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just Bam, the way he smells and his heartbeat.
He’s immersed in everything Bam is. The blue of his eyes, the heat of his skin, the way his hair tickles the side of his face. Bam’s lips brush against his softly sparking electricity in his soul, the tip of Bam’s tongue traces Ville’s bottom lip so slowly he can feel every tiny movement. He feels rough lips close over his own and his eyes flutter shut.
He falls into the kiss like he’s drowning; all he can do is cling to Bam and trust he’ll come out of this unscathed. Whole again.
Bam touches him with a devotion Villes never experienced before. Bam seems to be lost in the skin he’s touching, lost in the breathless kisses they share. They’re touching each other like they’re only just seeing each other, touching each other for the first time in their long complicated friendship.
By the time Bam slides himself inside of Ville he knows he’s in love... and always has been. The American never realised what was missing from his life until now. Ville makes it all make sense; Ville is the missing part of the puzzle. Ville is his air, his food, water. His life.
They reach their peak slowly, it’s like an epiphany. A new start. A life changing event in each other’s arms. Tears fall once more from Ville’s eyes, he is overwhelmed by the love they’ve created, and the love they’ve both realised has never left. Only grown.
Bam kisses them away, drinks them up. His eyes are shining so brightly Ville has to squint and blink his tears away. His body feels heavy but his heart feels lighter than it has done in a very long time. He is almost asleep, lulled by the feeling of Bam’s body against his own when he feels Bam pull away.
He jolts awake, his heart pounding painfully against his ribs. The door to the spare room he’s staying in at Castle Bam opens and closes and he’s alone again. Just like it always was before. Bam would make love to him, make him believe they were in love and then leave once Ville had fallen asleep. The wind is wailing outside his window, sounding like a banshee. A person with their heart torn out of their chest. Ville is silent, he can’t believe it. He’s alone. Alone.
He can’t move, the pain is paralysing, he can’t even cry. He lies there and listens to the screaming gale, the storm building and feels his heart begin to dissolve, disappear. His eyes close, he can’t bear to see anything, everything reminds him of what’s just happened. He wants to be rid of his senses.
He doesn’t even hear his door open again, doesn’t feel the bed dip. Believes he’s dreaming when lips touch his own. He can’t deny though when his hand is lifted from where it lays still against the sheets and a cold band of metal is slipped onto his finger.
His eyes shoot open and he sits bolt upright almost colliding with the man who’s kneeling over him. He brings his hand into his line of sight and a gasp leaves his mouth. Encircling the ring finger on his left hand is a slender band of white gold. His eyes meet anxious ones and his heart is restored, rebuilt by how nervous Bam looks. By the pure love shining in cerulean depths.
“Will you?” Bam asks, his voice cracked and swollen with emotion. Ville’s voice won’t come; he tries twice and can only manage a shocked squeak. Bam’s eyebrows crease, his face quirking in bemusement.
“What?!” He murmurs finally “Y-you mean?” Ville waves his hand in front of Bam’s face. Shakily hums ‘The wedding march’.
“Yeah, n’idiot” The younger man’s whisper is laced with uncertainty, tainted with embarrassment. He looks crushed; like he’s sure Ville will say no.
Ville’s eyes take in the ring on his finger again. He makes his head move, up and down and once he starts he can’t stop nodding.
Bam’s face breaks out in a grin and he’s tackled Ville to the bed and is kissing his face in mere seconds. Ville drowns in the happiness he’s feeling, kisses Bam as if he’s heroin. His need for the man is so strong it hurts him.
They kiss until exhaustion takes them over and they can’t keep their eyes open. Whispers of love flow between them as natural as a river running into the ocean. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, Ville’s slim leg slung over Bam’s hip and Bam’s fingers tangled in Ville’s locks.
Author: vivalavam2006
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Vam
Summary: Kiss me like you want to be loved, want to be loved, this feels like falling in love, falling in love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ville or Bam (unfortunately) and I do not own the snippet of lyrics in the summary, they belong to Ed Sheeran as does the title of the fic.
Author's Notes: This is dedicated to paleblueunicorn for constantly reading all the little things I come up with.
Kiss Me
The wind is howling outside and making the thin glass rattle in the windows but the occupants of the dark room are much too absorbed to notice. They’re engrossed in each other.
They’re exploring. Re-discovering.
It’s been far too long and both of them have changed. The older man has lost weight, his ribs visible beneath the tantalizing alabaster skin the younger man loves to kiss, touch, and taste. Bam runs his fingers through Ville’s hair remembering all of the mornings he’s woken with his fingers tangled in these same locks.
Ville takes a hold of Bam’s body, it’s filled out. He’s not his toned man-boy skater anymore and he likes it. They’ve evolved. Just as their relationship has. Bam’s eyes aren’t hazy with alcohol the way Ville thought they’d be and he smiles wide. Bam’s skin is soft, squishy and he loves the way when he digs his fingers into his lover’s skin his digits sink down and are enveloped almost.
“Stop playing with my flab” Bam whispers, his voice oddly self conscious. That’s new too. Ville shushes him with a breath-stealing kiss. Bam never seems to realise just how beautiful Ville finds him. Ville’s lips move in a way which has Bam gasping and clutching at his lover like he’s drowning.
As Ville rains kisses down on every patch of Bam’s skin he has easy access to he knows he’ll never leave Bam for such a long period of time again. It had been years. Wasted years. Bam is so pliant in his arms, completely bowled over by Ville and the Finnish man cannot get enough of the way Bam feels pulled against him, quivering and crazed.
Soon kisses are no longer enough and Bam is tugging at Ville’s clothes peeling them off him, revealing pale skin enhanced by the dark ink that stains his skin. Bam drinks in everything about the nude man beneath him. From the way he has more tattoos than he did last time they were this close to the way that when Bam ghosts his fingers over Ville’s pelvic tattoo his stomach jumps just as it always used too.
Ville is impatient as the American takes his time exploring; a growl of frustration leaves his throat as Bam runs the tip of his tongue along the ridge of Ville’s collarbone for the eighth time. The younger man is playful but firm as he holds Ville’s wrists down to stop him fidgeting. He’s enjoying this far too much to let Ville rush him along.
Ville feels he is going insane, each tiny touch, each kiss, and each satisfied sigh from his love feels and sounds hypersensitive. The air is filled the masculine earthy scent of Bam and that alone makes him painfully hard. He needs Bam to touch him, to give him relief or he’s going to go mad. He’ll lose it. His whine is pure need and he bucks against Bam’s heated skin.
“Hush” Bam’s smile is indulgent and he trails his fingers lower until he can wrap his hand around Ville’s cock. The Finnish man sobs as Bam takes his aching need firmly and jerks him a few times. It is a heaven he’s never forgotten. No one had ever felt as good as Bam had. The relief of his hand is gone again and Ville almost screams in disbelief at it all.
“What the f-” Ville begins only to be cut off by Bam’s finger placed firmly against his lips. His brows burrow as he gazes up at the man he’s missed so badly. Ville wants to be mad; he wants to be really, really mad but- fuck- the way Bam is smiling at him makes his heart melt. Bam’s staring at him in a way that makes Ville feel like a shy schoolgirl virgin. Like he’s going to ravage the older man, there’s a hunger in his blue eyes that makes Ville shudder in anticipation.
For a few agonizing moments, there is no movement. Bam is still, knelt over his lover’s trembling waiting form and then Bam moves, sliding away from Ville’s form and slipping to the floor.
Bam is on his knees in between Ville’s spread thighs and Ville knows what he’s going to do and his legs shake with how much he wants it. Eyes boring into Ville’s own Bam lowers his open mouth over the head of Ville’s cock and stops for a second, enjoying the whimper that leaves Villes mouth before he gives in and takes the older man’s length into his mouth and sucks gently.
Ville sees stars as Bam swirls his tongue around the tip of his cock and ghosts his fingers along his perineum. Bam bobs his head, doing everything Ville remembers and loves. Ville reaches down as he feels his body tense, places a hand softly on Bam’s scalp.
“Ah-oh-oh-Christ” Ville cries as he feels the fire begin to spread through his body. The pressure builds up and up and Bam grazes his teeth lightly up Ville’s shaft and Oh god that felt good- and then it’s gone.
“N-no” Ville splutters, leaning up on his elbows and staring at Bam. He feels tears spill from his eyes and he’s sobbing before Bam say anything. He can see Bam’s shape blurred with tears moving towards him but he can’t stop crying. Suddenly the years of missing Bam hit him like a subway train. How had time flown by so quickly?
Bam takes Ville in his arms, cradling him gently. The sobbing man clutches at the only person he’s ever loved, his fingers scrabbling. He’s scared. So, so scared. Scared to blink or look away. Terrified that in the morning it’ll all be a dream. He wants to tell Bam how petrified he is but he can’t make the words come out.
Bam just holds him tightly; his arms a warm fortress that slowly but surely soothes him. The tears stop and his breathing slows but Ville can’t bring himself to move a muscle. He feels safe for the first time in years, the world outside doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just Bam, the way he smells and his heartbeat.
He’s immersed in everything Bam is. The blue of his eyes, the heat of his skin, the way his hair tickles the side of his face. Bam’s lips brush against his softly sparking electricity in his soul, the tip of Bam’s tongue traces Ville’s bottom lip so slowly he can feel every tiny movement. He feels rough lips close over his own and his eyes flutter shut.
He falls into the kiss like he’s drowning; all he can do is cling to Bam and trust he’ll come out of this unscathed. Whole again.
Bam touches him with a devotion Villes never experienced before. Bam seems to be lost in the skin he’s touching, lost in the breathless kisses they share. They’re touching each other like they’re only just seeing each other, touching each other for the first time in their long complicated friendship.
By the time Bam slides himself inside of Ville he knows he’s in love... and always has been. The American never realised what was missing from his life until now. Ville makes it all make sense; Ville is the missing part of the puzzle. Ville is his air, his food, water. His life.
They reach their peak slowly, it’s like an epiphany. A new start. A life changing event in each other’s arms. Tears fall once more from Ville’s eyes, he is overwhelmed by the love they’ve created, and the love they’ve both realised has never left. Only grown.
Bam kisses them away, drinks them up. His eyes are shining so brightly Ville has to squint and blink his tears away. His body feels heavy but his heart feels lighter than it has done in a very long time. He is almost asleep, lulled by the feeling of Bam’s body against his own when he feels Bam pull away.
He jolts awake, his heart pounding painfully against his ribs. The door to the spare room he’s staying in at Castle Bam opens and closes and he’s alone again. Just like it always was before. Bam would make love to him, make him believe they were in love and then leave once Ville had fallen asleep. The wind is wailing outside his window, sounding like a banshee. A person with their heart torn out of their chest. Ville is silent, he can’t believe it. He’s alone. Alone.
He can’t move, the pain is paralysing, he can’t even cry. He lies there and listens to the screaming gale, the storm building and feels his heart begin to dissolve, disappear. His eyes close, he can’t bear to see anything, everything reminds him of what’s just happened. He wants to be rid of his senses.
He doesn’t even hear his door open again, doesn’t feel the bed dip. Believes he’s dreaming when lips touch his own. He can’t deny though when his hand is lifted from where it lays still against the sheets and a cold band of metal is slipped onto his finger.
His eyes shoot open and he sits bolt upright almost colliding with the man who’s kneeling over him. He brings his hand into his line of sight and a gasp leaves his mouth. Encircling the ring finger on his left hand is a slender band of white gold. His eyes meet anxious ones and his heart is restored, rebuilt by how nervous Bam looks. By the pure love shining in cerulean depths.
“Will you?” Bam asks, his voice cracked and swollen with emotion. Ville’s voice won’t come; he tries twice and can only manage a shocked squeak. Bam’s eyebrows crease, his face quirking in bemusement.
“What?!” He murmurs finally “Y-you mean?” Ville waves his hand in front of Bam’s face. Shakily hums ‘The wedding march’.
“Yeah, n’idiot” The younger man’s whisper is laced with uncertainty, tainted with embarrassment. He looks crushed; like he’s sure Ville will say no.
Ville’s eyes take in the ring on his finger again. He makes his head move, up and down and once he starts he can’t stop nodding.
Bam’s face breaks out in a grin and he’s tackled Ville to the bed and is kissing his face in mere seconds. Ville drowns in the happiness he’s feeling, kisses Bam as if he’s heroin. His need for the man is so strong it hurts him.
They kiss until exhaustion takes them over and they can’t keep their eyes open. Whispers of love flow between them as natural as a river running into the ocean. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, Ville’s slim leg slung over Bam’s hip and Bam’s fingers tangled in Ville’s locks.