The tinny CKY tone going off under his head indicated a Margera phone call and Ville forced himself awake enough to grab his cell from under his pillow and answer it.
“Ville, it's Phil, I uh...”
Ville sat up abruptly, suddenly wide awake, heart pounding. “What? What is it Phil?”
“There's been... Bam has,” he stopped on a loud sigh. “You'd better get on a plane Ville, Bam's hurt.”
“Oh God,” Ville gasped, chest tightening abruptly. He grabbed his inhaler, sucking down a shot and trying not to panic. “What happened? Is it bad? Where is he?”
“He hit his head,” Phil said softly. “They've had to sedate him, he's down at Mercy Hospital in Miami-Dade. Ape's gone down already, she'll meet you there okay?”
“Okay. I'll uh... I need to get going.” Ville disconnected the call without saying goodbye and dragged on the clothes he'd left on the floor the night before.
“Migé!” he yelled as he grabbed a bag and frantically shoved in some clothes, his passport and his precious framed poem from Bam. He ran into the bathroom, shouting for his friend again. He put his toothbrush and razor in the bag and hurried down the stairs.
“What man?” Mikko stood in his doorway, frowning tiredly.
“I need a ride to the airport, Bam's hurt.”
“Shit.” Mikko disappeared into his room again.
“Ville?”
“Yeah?” He looked over at Linde who'd followed him down the stairs, bouncing anxiously as he waited for Mikko.
“Can I do anything?”
“I don't know.” It was starting to sink in now he was properly awake. Bam was hurt but he had no idea how badly, what had happened or anything. “Linde,” he whispered, reaching out, trying not to let fear overwhelm him. Linde wrapped him in a tight hug.
“It's going to be okay Viltsu,” Linde murmured, stroking his hair. “You know how tough Bam is.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah he is... isn't he?”
“Come on Ville, let's go.” Mikko picked up his car keys from the table.
“Everything will be fine,” Linde said, patting his shoulder gently.
“I hope so,” Ville sighed, following his friend out to the car.
@>*~
Mikko drove him as quickly as he could and dropped him off at the airport, giving him a reassuring hug goodbye. Hurrying into the airport, Ville booked a ticket on the next flight to Miami International, silently blessing his husband's insistence on a joint account because despite the success of their second album, the band were barely making enough to get by, let alone afford a plane ticket to the States.
He made his way straight through the departure area and security, unable to wait, his anxiety growing even though he knew he had a fifteen hour flight to endure. Finding the smoking area, he sat down and lit up, pulling out his cell to call his father-in-law.
“Ville.”
“Any news?”
“Not much I'm afraid, he's still unconscious.”
“Oh God,” Ville groaned, bending over his knees and taking a long drag of his cigarette. “Still?”
“He suffered a really bad concussion,” Phil sighed. “They had to sedate him because he wouldn't keep still and he got violent he was so out of it.”
“Shit,” he breathed, rubbing his forehead against the start of a headache.
“He's going to come out of it just fine though. Don't worry so much, my boy, you know he'll be fine, he always is.”
“He'd better be,” Ville whispered.
“Yeah.” Phil sighed again. “Ville, Bam wouldn't want you smoking.”
“I know, I know.” He took one more drag and stubbed out the cigarette. “I think he might forgive me this time though.”
“Yeah.”
“I gotta go Phil, they just called my flight.”
“Okay Ville, goodbye.”
“Bye.” He made his way quickly back to the gate to board the plane. Sitting down in his assigned seat, he shoved his bag under the chair in front of him, leaned back and shut his eyes.
He dreaded phonecalls when Bam was away. Every time Ape or Phil called, his heart would clench with fear. Usually it was nothing, occasionally it was an injury and they'd have to talk him out of flying to Bam but this was the first time they'd told him to get on a plane and that just made him so much more than afraid. He felt sick and faint, his chest just the wrong side of tight and there was nothing he could do but wait for fifteen hours before he could see his beloved husband for himself.
“Hi there, can I get you a drink?”
Ville peeled his eyes open. He hadn't been so tempted to have alcohol since right back at the beginning of his relationship with Bam, when he'd nearly hurt his lover. Having a drink now really would hurt Bam though.
“An orange juice please,” he said softly.
@>*~
He couldn't sleep or eat so he ended up drinking coffee and wishing he could have another cigarette. Fifteen hours had never dragged out for so long before. He'd bitten away his nails and his cuticles, had had to use his inhaler twice, smoked a pack and a half during the wait for his connecting flight in London but finally, finally, the plane landed in Miami and he grabbed his bag, pushing quickly to the front to get off before everyone else.
He rushed through the airport, through passport control and straight out to the taxi rank. “Mercy Hospital,” he said breathlessly, “fast as you can.”
“No problem man.” The cabbie pulled away from the kerb, barely looking the the mirrors. “Straight from the airport to the hospital, everything okay man?”
“My partner had an accident,” Ville said shortly. He didn't want to talk about it, he just wanted to get there.
“Shoot sorry dude.”
“Yeah me too.”
“You hold on, I'll get you there.”
The taxi screeched through the traffic arriving at the hospital unexpectedly fast and, gratefully, Ville gave him far too much money, racing from the taxi and inside.
“Yeah?” The nurse at the desk didn't look up.
“Bam Margera please.”
She typed for a second. “Floor two, room 282.”
“Thanks.” Ville hurried to the elevator, bouncing in the enclosed space, impatient now he was so close, to see his lover.
Rushing through the doors, he followed door numbers. Ape was nowhere to be seen but there were a couple of skaters he recognised although hadn't actually met, so he knew he was in the right place.
A nurse stopped him from opening the door, frowning at him. “Can I help you?”
“I'm here to see Bam.”
“I'm sorry, it's family only.”
“I am family.”
Her frown deepened and she picked up the chart hanging by the door. “Name please.”
“Ville Valo.”
“I'm sorry Sir you're not listed.”
Ville took a deep breath. “Please check again.”
“Your name isn't here, it's Margeras only.”
“But...” he frowned, biting back frustration. “You don't understand.”
“We have rules Mr. Valo, next of kin only.”
“But I am his next of kin,” Ville exclaimed in shock.
“Not according to this paperwork.”
“You need to check again.”
“Sir.”
“You need to check again. We filed the legal paperwork, I am his next of kin, I have power of attorney damn it.”
“Calm down please.”
“Calm down?” Ville said, gritting his teeth. “I've just flown for fifteen hours with no food or sleep, sick with worry and now you're telling me I can't see him when I have more right than anyone here.”
“Sir.”
“Is there a problem?” Jake Rupp had got up and walked over.
“They won't let me see Bam.”
“They won't let us see Bam,” Jake said with a shrug.
“But I'm his...”
“Hey Valo!”
“Tim,” Ville sighed in relief.
“How's Bam man?”
“I don't know.” He was suddenly on the verge of tears. “Where's Ape?”
“What do you mean you don't know? Haven't you seen him?”
“Why should he get to see Bam, O'Conner?” Rupp said in confusion.
“Gentlemen please, could you all just sit down.”
“Are you kidding?” Tim exclaimed. “You have to let Ville in lady, he and Bam are married.”
“Excuse me?”
“He's Bam's husband.”
“Dude, I mean I knew he had a boyfriend...” Jake stared at him and Ville shifted a little uncomfortably under the intense gaze. “You're married?”
“Yeah.”
“But gay marriage isn't legal,” the nurse said looking very confused.
“If you'd check, you'd see that Bam has Finnish citizenship which was granted after our first year of marriage which is legal in Finland!” Ville bit out, anger and frustration gradually building. “And if you don't believe me then check his ring, the engraving matches mine.” He shoved his left hand in her face. “Or check the tattoo on his wrist... it matches mine!” He dragged his sleeve back and showed her his wrist. She took a step back, looking a little unnerved and the anger left him in a rush, leaving only pain behind.
“Please,” he whispered, breath hitching. “Please, I have to see him, I need to see him.”
She frowned, looking regretful. “I'm sorry but...”
“Look away,” Tim said.
“Pardon me?”
“Just look away. No one's gonna get you into trouble. Look when Bam's mom gets back she'll just make you let him in. Seriously, save yourself the trouble.”
She sighed, pressing her lips together. “Okay, fine go.”
“Thank you,” Ville gasped. He shoved his bag at Tim and hurried through the door, freezing just the other side. Bam looked so small and fragile, pale and unconscious on the hospital bed, head swathed in bandages.
He stumbled forward, perching on the edge of the bed carefully, taking his lover's hand and leaning over to stroke his curls aside from where the bandage was pushing them into his face.
“Oh sweetheart, what have you done?” he whispered. “Don't you know how precious you are to me? Don't do this to me Bam love, please. I need you to be okay...” He stopped, eyes blurring and throat closing up with the tears he'd managed to hold back till then. “Darling,” he sobbed quietly. “I've missed you, my heart aches without you.”
Bending over, Ville kissed his lover gently, holding his hand against his chest tightly. “I love you Bam, God I love you so much.” He kissed his husband's fingertips gently and slid off the bed onto the chair next to it, still holding his hand, weaving their fingers together, rings touching.
Eyes fixed almost unblinkingly on his lover's face, Ville sat and sang softly.
“I'm in love with you
And it's crushing my heart...”
He sang until his tears choked his voice and he rested his forehead on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes tightly.
@>*~
The nurse bustled in, ignoring Ville. They were all used to him not moving from Bam's side, so they'd given up asking him to.
“How's he doing?” he asked quietly.
“He's fine,” she said, throwing him a small smile. “Now they've weaned him off the sedation they just need to check on him for a while, make sure he's coming out of it properly.”
“When will he wake up properly?” Ville kissed Bam's hand gently and looked up at her.
“I'd expect tomorrow. Don't worry so much, he'll be fine, I'm sure.” She smiled again and quietly left the room.
“Thanks,” he sighed after her. Standing up, he kissed Bam on the lips. “Did you hear that sweetheart? You'd better be coming back to me tomorrow.” He went to the door and looked out. “Ape?”
“Just coming Ville dear. You really should take more of a break than just having a cigarette.”
“I can't,” he said quietly.
“I know.” She patted his arm and went to sit with Bam while he nipped out of the fire escape to have a quick cigarette. When he went back into the room, the doctor had woken Bam who was protesting loudly in a very slurred voice over having a torch shone in his eyes.
“Ville, where's Ville?” Bam shouted, batting at the doctor's hands.
“I'm here sweetheart.” Ville hurried over and took his husband's hand. Bam sighed, calming down.
“Hey baby,” he said with a giggle.
Ville glared at the doctor. “You couldn't wait till I got back?”
“I do have other patients to see,” the doctor said haughtily.
“If you'd listened to me in the first place,” Ape snapped. “You wouldn't have had a problem.”
“Is it time to go home?” Bam asked a little blearily.
“No love, the doctor's going to ask you some questions and then you're going to sleep, okay?”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes darling,” Ville murmured, torn between amusement and pain at his lover's childish whining.
“But it's stupid baby.”
“Do it for me then.”
“Okay.” Bam sighed huffily.
“May I start?”
“Sure. Hey baby, that was easy.” Bam snickered loudly.
“That wasn't a question,” the doctor snapped.
“Well get on with it, I'm tired,” Bam grunted, sounding annoyed.
“What's your name?”
“Bam.”
“Full name.”
“Bam Cole Valo.”
The doctor sighed noisily. “Let's try again shall we? Full name.”
“Bam. Cole. Valo,” Bam snapped out.
Shaking his head, the doctor glanced at Ape. “We'll have to run some additional tests.”
“Why?”
“Well, if he can't get his name right...”
“He got it right,” Ville said, quietly interrupting him. “That's his real name.”
“You tell him baby,” Bam giggled.
“Sweetheart try and sleep.” Bam pouted at him but lay down without complaint and closed his eyes.
“I haven't finished.”
“Yes, you have,” Ville said firmly.
“I'm the doctor here.”
“And you've finished,” Ape snapped, getting up and somehow looming over him despite being shorter than him. He blanched and hurried out of the room without another word.
“Thanks Ape,” Ville whispered, kissing the hand that clung tightly to his.
“He gone?” Bam murmured.
“Yes love, but you still need to sleep.”
“Okay baby.”
Ville smiled softly, stroking his husband's forehead gently. It wouldn't be too much longer till he got Bam back properly, he just needed it to be sooner rather than later.
“Don't worry Ville,” Ape said softly. “He's going to be fine.”
“I know.”
@>*~
Gentle fingers petted his hair and Ville sucked in a breath, sitting up. “Bam?”
“Hey baby,” Bam whispered with a weak smile. “Wow, you look like shit.”
Ville laughed, tears streaming freely down his face. “So do you darling.”
“I'm in a hospital bed, what's your excuse?”
Sucking in a breath of pain, he shook his head. “Darling, you've been sedated and unconscious for days.”
“Is that why my head hurts so bad?”
“Oh my love,” Ville sighed. “I should get the doctor and your mother.”
“No baby, not yet,” Bam said, clutching at his hand. “Don't leave me.”
“I won't darling.” Ville got up on the bed and gently stroked his lover's cheek. “Do you want some water?”
“Yeah.”
He slid his arm carefully under Bam's shoulders, propping him up as he grabbed a glass of water from the side table and helped him sip it slowly.
“Feel better?”
“A little.” Bam smiled cheekily and Ville raised a wary eyebrow.
“What?”
“What do you mean what?” Bam gasped. “Aren't you going to kiss it better?”
Warmth filled his chest and he smiled at his lover softly. “Where does it hurt, my darling?”
“Everywhere,” Bam said with a wide grin.
“Bam,” he chuckled. “Try to be a bit more specific.”
With a pout, Bam pointed at his forehead and Ville leaned over, kissing his forehead gently.
“And here,” Bam breathed, pointing to his cheek. He kissed him again. “And here.” Bam pointed to his other cheek, sighing softly, rubbing his cheek against Ville's as he leaned down again for another kiss. “Baby,” he whimpered.
“Where else does it hurt love?” Ville whispered.
“Here.” Bam pointed to his mouth and Ville shifted, putting his hands either side of his husband's head to bend down and kiss him softly.
“Baby, still hurts,” Bam said with a whine. “Kiss me again.”
“Of course my love.” Smiling, Ville pressed his lips to Bam's mouth again, gently at first then harder as his lover's mouth moved under his, lips parting, urging him to taste. “Mmm, Bam,” he murmured, kissing his husband deeper, sliding his tongue inside with a moan. Bam clasped his cheek, sucking urgently at his lips, tongue twining with his in a way that made his heart clench and tears pricked his eyes again.
“Baby, don't cry,” Bam whispered as he pulled back a little. “I'm okay, really.”
He forced a smile. “I know love. Hurt anywhere else?”
Bam grinned wickedly. “Well, now you mention it, I have this swelling.”
“Bam!” He couldn't help laughing. “Not till you've bathed.”
“Will you bathe me?” Bam asked a little pleadingly, batting his eyelashes.
“You know I will sweetheart.”
“Thank you baby,” Bam sighed, stroking his cheek gently. “I love you.”
As always, the words pierced his heart with joy. No matter how many times he heard it, the confirmation that Bam felt the same way as he did always filled him with warmth and happiness. He smiled and kissed his lover gently.
“I love you too Bam. Now will you let me get your mother and the doctor?”
“I guess,” Bam sighed. “But don't be long.”
“Promise.”
@>*~
Finally Ape and the doctor had gone. Ape had persuaded him to go and tidy up while she stayed with Bam and he'd taken a quick shower, washing his hair, brushing his teeth and shaving then putting on clean clothes with a great feeling of relief. He hadn't been able to leave Bam's side to do anything more than use the bathroom and have the odd cigarette, it was nice to feel human again, he felt more capable of supporting Bam.
The doctor had approved a bedbath and a nurse had prepared Bam before leaving them to it.
“You look better baby,” Bam said softly.
“I feel better now you're awake,” he said softly. “Here.” He handed Bam a toothbrush loaded with paste. Bam pouted at him. “Darling, I'm not brushing your teeth for you,” he said with a chuckle.
“Meanie,” Bam said, shoving the toothbrush into his mouth, brushing his teeth quickly, spitting into an empty glass, then rinsing his mouth out.
“I will shave you though darling, if I may?” he asked softly.
Bam licked his lips and nodded a little jerkily. “Yeah.”
Squirting shaving gel onto his fingers, he rubbed it gently onto Bam's skin, stroking cheeks, chin and neck with a smile at his lover's quiet sigh and closed eyes. Using the razor they shared when both of them were home, he drew the blade carefully down over Bam's cheeks, under his nose, over his chin, shaping carefully round his lover's goatee.
He wiped Bam's face clean with a damp cloth and kissed him, stroking his newly-smooth cheek gently. Moaning quietly, Bam kissed him back, openmouthed and a little desperate.
“Baby,” he gasped. “Please baby.”
“Hush my love,” Ville said quietly, smiling gently at his husband. “Let me bathe you, okay?”
“I'd rather you fucked me,” Bam muttered.
Need shot straight to his groin and he bit his lip, pausing for a moment to try to breathe. “Soon darling, just not today.”
Bam sighed. “Yeah I know, I just need you so bad.”
“I need you too Bam,” he said, getting up to draw his lover's covers back a little and tug his robe off his shoulders.
He squeezed the warm water out of the washcloth and lifted one of his lover's arms, slowly sliding the cloth up and down, wiping away sweat and grime carefully. Repeating on the other side, Ville rinsed out the cloth to wash under his arms and Bam groaned quietly.
“Feel good my love?”
“God yeah,” Bam sighed. “I could get into this.”
“Really?”
“Yeah baby,” Bam leered at him, blue eyes wide and glazed. “I'm so hot for you Ville, please?”
“Patience darling.”
“Patience,” Bam said, shaking his head. “Come on baby, please.”
“Sit up,” Ville said, ignoring his lover's pleas with difficulty. He swept the cloth over back and shoulders and down chest and stomach till the younger man was gasping and pushing up against him.
“Baby, I need you,” Bam whimpered.
Ville sat back rinsing out the cloth thoroughly. He replaced the robe with a clean t-shirt to keep Bam warm and smiled, pulling the covers right down, licking his lips at the sight of Bam's exposed groin, cock hard and dripping needily.
“Lie back and scoot down a bit love.”
With a stifled groan, Bam shifted further down the bed, spreading his legs eagerly.
“God you look hot,” Ville breathed, his own dick pressing urgently at his zipper.
“Want you so bad baby.”
Ville slid the cloth over Bam's tattooed belly to his groin, wiping the crease of one thigh and down over his balls to the other side.
“Fuck,” Bam gasped, his erection jerking, more precome spurting down onto his stomach. “Baby, please don't tease me.”
Rinsing out the cloth again, desperate to touch his lover, make him feel good, see him come, Ville wiped over his balls again and slid up the length of his cock, wrapping the cloth round the shaft, jacking him gently as he washed him.
“Yeah baby, so good,” Bam moaned, hips rocking up into him. Ville leaned over and kissed him, tongue swiping over panting lips as he wiped over the the head of Bam's cock then slid the cloth back down his shaft and under his balls, dipping down between his asscheeks.
Bam gasped into his mouth, arching up, legs bending and spreading wider in a silent plea. Pressing deep, he rubbed the cloth over the entrance to his lover's body and Bam pulled away from his kiss.
“Baby, God please!”
Sitting up again, Ville threw the cloth into the bowl and squirted some shaving gel onto his fingers. He reached between Bam's legs again, sliding his fingers back between tight cheeks to rub over his hole.
“In me, please,” Bam begged, pushing down again his fingertips. “Now!”
With a quiet groan, Ville pushed two fingers into his lover's body, tight heat squeezing around him. His groin ached with need and he stroked his fingers deep inside Bam, his lover's soft cries making him pant, Bam's face beautiful constricted with pleasure.
“Love,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself, please.”
Bam opened his eyes and fixed him with a look full of heat and lust. He shuddered, shifting to try and relieve the pressure at his groin.
“God baby,” Bam murmured. “You look so fucking sexy, your pants all stretched out like that.” He slipped a hand between Ville's legs, cupping his dick and squeezing gently. Gasping, Ville pushing his fingers deeper into his lover and Bam cried out.
“Shh,” Ville murmured. “Darling, we don't want anyone coming in.”
“Baby,” Bam locked eyes with him, expression lustful, loving, desperate and serious all in one. “I need you to fuck me.”
“My love, I can't,” Ville whispered.
“Yes you can,” Bam sighed. “If you can fingerfuck me till I come, you can fuck me. Baby please, I'm okay, the doctor said I was okay.” He stroked Ville's cock gently through his pants and he groaned. “You know you want me.”
“I always want you,” he groaned. “Fuck, Bam, how do you do this to me?” He withdrew his fingers from his lover carefully and stood up, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, shoving them down, his cock springing free as hard as Bam's, leaking, aching. They'd been apart for weeks and the strain of that combined with the stress and pain of Bam being hurt meant there was nothing, short of hurting him, on earth that could stop him from doing as his husband asked.
“Because you love me as much as I love you,” Bam sighed, reaching down to fist his cock, watching him slick up his erection with more shaving gel. He climbed onto the bed between his lover's legs and smiled softly.
“Yes, I do.”
“So fuck me baby.”
Ville leaned over his lover, dipping his head to kiss him as he pushed his cock down between his cheeks to slide over his loosened hole. Moaning quietly, Bam kissed him hard and tugged at his hips, pulling him into his body.
The heat of his husband's body was momentarily overwhelming and Ville had to pause, panting hard, for control. It was one of the best feelings in the world, like coming home. He'd missed this, missed his lover so desperately, he felt his eyes prick with tears again as he slid deeper into him.
“Yeah,” Bam breathed, rocking up against him. “God you feel good.” He looked up and blinked in surprise. “Why are you crying baby?”
Ville pulled back slowly and thrust forward, watching Bam's face as he gasped, fingers clenching against his shoulders.
“Because I love you so much,” Ville whispered, thrusting into Bam again a little deeper, a little harder.
“Fuck,” Bam gasped, one hand sliding between their bodies to take a tight grip of his cock again. “I love you too baby, fuck me.”
“Yes darling.” He dropped onto one elbow, carefully cupping Bam's cheek, his other hand slipping down to grip his lover's hip tightly as he started to really move, plunging back and forth, his cock stroking in and out of Bam's tight ass. Strong legs wound round his waist, holding him tightly and Bam cried out softly with every thrust, jacking himself with the same rhythm, knuckles rubbing over Ville's stomach.
It felt so damned good, being inside his lover, the heat and slick slide around him, the convulsing clench of muscle encouraging him on deeper, harder but most importantly, Bam's need, his want, his pleasure, that was what made him feel better than anything else. He didn't care that Bam was getting louder or that the bed was squeaking and hitting the wall, Bam was all that mattered.
“Yeah baby, please, harder, fuck me,” Bam moaned, over and over, rocking up into every stroke desperately, ass squeezing around him. With a groan, Ville held on tight and fucked his lover, hard and fast and urgent until Bam's face tightened with pleasure, his body shuddered and he cried out, spurting jets of come between their bodies.
“Fuck,” Ville gasped. Bam always looked like a debauched angel when he came, purely beautiful yet sinfully sexy. His lover clenched down around him hard and he bit back a cry, pumping urgently into Bam, coming hard, deep into his body before he dropped onto the younger man, panting for breath.
“God I love you baby,” Bam said with a light, breathless chuckle.
“I love you too my darling,” Ville murmured, kissing the exposed bit of neck under his mouth. “You okay?”
“I feel fantastic baby,” Bam sighed. “My head doesn't hurt anymore.”
“Really?” He lifted his head and Bam smiled widely at him.
“Really baby.” He smirked. “So, you gonna finish washing me?”
Snorting with laughter, Ville dropped his head again. “Maybe.”
@>*~
Now Bam was better, Bam was pissed and Ville was torn between lust and worry.
His husband was gorgeous when he was angry and even when that anger was directed, though rarely, at him, it turned him on unbearably. But then almost everything the younger man did turned him on unbearably. The trouble with Bam's anger was that it tended to make him impetuous and unfortunately, for once, Ape had done nothing to help calm him down.
They'd had to tell him, of course, about the fact that Ville's name wasn't mentioned in any of the paperwork it should have been in. It made sense now that Ape and Phil had always been the one to get the phonecalls if anything happened to Bam, if they'd thought about it they would have realised something was wrong, that Ville should have been the one to receive them. Obviously something had gone very wrong and Bam was furious.
He'd barely waited to be signed out of the hospital before dragging him as well as Getz, Vallely and O'Conner for moral support to the onsite office. The skaters were no help either, they loved trouble.
Bam didn't bother knocking, just slammed the door open and strode inside, pulling him in with him. The others followed as Leigh and one of the higher-ups that Ville vaguely recognised looked up in surprise.
“We're in a meeting here.”
“Not anymore,” Bam said quietly.
The manager looked at Ville with a frown. “Who are you?”
“Bam's partner.”
“Uh guys, this isn't a good time.”
“When would be a good time for you Leigh?” Bam snapped. “How about in court? Would that be good for you?”
“Darling,” Ville sighed, they'd agreed not to bring that up straight away.
“What?” Leigh gasped.
The manager frowned deeper. “Would someone mind telling me what's going on?”
“That's what I'd like to know,” Bam said, glowering at his bosses.
“Explain.”
“Mr. Smith,” Bam said in a soft tone that made Ville a little nervous. “I'm sure you're aware that I'm gay.”
“Of course.”
“I'm assuming you know that I've been married for three years.”
Smith cocked his head, turning his frown on Leigh. “That I didn't know. Why didn't I know that?”
“I don't believe anyone was told.”
“Why not?”
“It wasn't deemed necessary, besides, it not legal here.”
Smith turned back to Bam. “What is your point.”
“My point, Mr. Smith, is that we filed paperwork with your legal and insurance people right after I was signed to make sure that Ville was my legal next of kin and had power of attorney anywhere outside Finland where our marriage is legal, Leigh.” Bam paused, his breath hitching in anger.
“And...” Smith raised his eyebrows.
Ville squeezed his lover's hand and took a step forward. “And maybe you could explain to us why I was refused access to my husband's hospital room because I wasn't listed anywhere, let alone as next of kin.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh we're sure,” Bam growled. “There's no record of any of the papers we filed, at all. I should fucking sue your asses...”
“Bam,” Ville said, firmly grasping his husband's shoulder and turning him to face him. “Calm down my love.”
“Calm down?” Bam exclaimed. “Baby, these dicks fucked us over. They've always had a problem with me being gay...”
“I think that's enough,” Leigh started.
“Shut up,” Vallely growled.
“If I may...” Smith tried.
Bam ignored them all and moved closer to him, cupping his cheek. “What if it had been more serious Ville, what if...” His breath hitched again and Ville's chest clenched at the sorrow and pain in his lover's eyes.
“I know love,” he whispered, gently brushing his hair back. “If it came down to it, Ape knows our wishes.”
“That's not the point baby,” Bam said a little tearfully, stepping into his arms.
“No, it's not,” Smith interrupted them. “I don't have a problem with your being gay, many skaters are gay or bi, it's healthy to represent the whole market. I can assure you there will be a full investigation.”
“Surely that's not necessary,” Leigh started to protest.
“Unless you want to leave us open to liability, I think you'll find it is.”
Pressing a kiss to Bam's forehead, Ville looked over at the manager. “Thank you.”
“I'll thank you when I see results,” Bam said quietly. “You'll have to forgive me if I don't have a lot of faith in your assurances.”
Smith grimaced. “I understand.”
“Really.” Bam's tone was stony with disbelief.
“This doesn't mean it's acceptable for you to act openly,” Leigh said hurriedly as they headed towards the door.
“Fuck you man, I'll act however I fucking want,” Bam snapped.
“And if you try anything, you'll find yourself with one big fucking strike on your hands dude,” Getz said. “Pretty much the whole team will back Bam if it comes down to it.”
They shut the door on a worried looking Leigh and an angry looking Smith and the three skaters patted them both on the back.
“They'd better sort it out,” Bam muttered.
“Oh they will,” O'Conner said with a nod. “They can't risk negative publicity like that or the possibility of it coming out that you're gay, no pun intended.”
“Bastards,” Vallely snapped.
Snorting, Bam whacked Mike's shoulder. “Chill out dude, you know management suck ass.”
“Yeah true, but you guys kicked ass man.”
“Yeah!” Getz laughed.
Smiling at his husband, Ville tugged his hand. “Come on darling, you know I'm flying out tomorrow.”
“Shit yeah.” Bam grinned widely and slid an arm round his waist, squeezing his ass. “Sorry guys, I got more important things to do than talk to you.”
“I'm a thing to do now?” Ville said, raising an eyebrow at his lover.
“Oh you're in trouble man,” Getz said with a snicker.
“Heh,” Bam glanced at him with a sly grin and Ville frowned. “Yeah, maybe.”
Oh so that was his game. He stared solemnly at his husband. “Let's go Bam,” he said sternly.
Bam's eyes lit up and he cleared his throat. “Yeah okay baby.”
Ignoring the giggling skaters behind them, he dragged Bam away. “Deliberately trying to get into trouble darling?” he murmured, pushing his lover into a taxi, asking for Bam's hotel.
“I...” Bam shifted close. “Maybe?”
“Control yourself kulta,” he said, taking a deep breath, needing to control himself.
"Sorry baby," Bam whispered breathlessly, licking his lips and looking up at him, beautiful, blue eyes wide and gleaming with lust.
Biting back a groan, Ville stared at his lover. Bam still didn't quite realise how gorgeous he was. Young fans, male and female, threw themselves at him constantly and Bam was always surprised, usually phoning him with a 'you'll never guess what happened' kind of call when it did happen.
He loved the fact that it didn't even occur to Bam that he shouldn't mention it, that it might make him jealous. It sort of did in a 'he's mine' and a 'I wish we weren't apart' kind of way, but they weren't like other couples, their trust in each other was total and unshakeable.
"Ville?" Bam frowned, looking a little concerned.
"You're so beautiful, my love," he whispered, stroking his knuckles slowly down Bam's cheek. Smiling softly at him, Bam leaned against him, putting his chin on his shoulder and rubbing his ear with his nose.
"I know you're going in the morning baby," he murmured. "But once I get the signing out of the way, I'm flying straight out to join you on tour, I can't take being away from you any longer and I want to take advantage of the hotel rooms. I love having rampant sex in hotel rooms."
Ville chuckled despite the increasing sense of desire for his lover. "You love having rampant sex anywhere Bam."
"Well, true," Bam snickered quietly. "But only with you... or for you."
"For me?"
Bam licked his earlobe and leaned closer. "Video camera," he breathed slowly.
He couldn't have held back his groan this time if his life depended on it. Thankfully the taxi pulled up and Bam straightened to pay the driver quickly.
"Come on baby," Bam said urgently, dragging him through the hotel lobby and to the elevator. Bam backed up, dragging him up against him.
"Easy sweetheart," he moaned, pushing his lover into the wall and bending to kiss him, capturing his mouth urgently. He could never resist Bam. The younger man was so beautiful, so sexy and always so horny. And he simply loved his husband, utterly and completely.
He eased back a little, kissing his lover more softly, tenderly, worshipping Bam with lips and tongue. Pressing the flat of his hand against his lover's neck to feel his pulse, he sighed happily into his husband's mouth, licking across his lips slowly.
"Baby," Bam whimpered quietly. "I want you so much."
"I know love." He pulled back at the quiet ping of the elevator stopping, turning to face the doors and reaching back for his lover's hand.
"Not our floor," Bam whispered, tugging him back out of the way of an older couple who were entering.
"Going down?" the lady asked.
Bam giggled. "Not yet."
"Bam," Ville sighed, seeing the dawning comprehension and shock of the couple.
"Couldn't resist," Bam said with a shrug.
"Head injury doesn't excuse bad jokes."
"Aw I thought you loved my bad jokes, baby."
Ville rolled his eyes. "You know there's a difference between loving your jokes and loving you."
The other couple abruptly moved as far away from them as they could get in the enclosed space and Ville tensed, recognising the annoyance and mischief that gleamed in his husband's eyes as the woman hissed at her partner that they should have waited to get an elevator that was going down.
"Well," Bam said softly, shifting forward to drape himself over his side, hands sliding round his waist and up under his shirt. "If you think I'm sucking you off now, you're very much mistaken."
The couple gasped quietly, confirming their eavesdropping, the lady clutching tightly at the man, looking horrified. Ville was torn between amusement and embarassment until he caught the word disgusting muttered from the man.
"I was going to suggest a sixty-nine," he murmured, pulling Bam up tight next to him. "But fine, I'll just fuck you till you scream." He felt Bam grin against his neck as the man turned to them.
"Do you mind?"
Ville fixed him with a glare. "No, I don't. We weren't actually speaking loudly, if you didn't want to hear it, you didn't have to listen."
"Well really," the lady gasped as Ville felt Bam rock up, erection hard against his hip. Thankfully it was their floor and he dragged Bam out of the elevator quickly, letting the younger man lead him to his room. Door closing behind them, Bam turned, throwing himself at him.
Ville hit the door with a grunt, holding his lover tightly. "Easy darling."
"No," Bam muttered, humping urgently against him. "God I love it when you get like that baby." He sucked hard on Ville's neck and lifted his head, grinning breathlessly. "You make me so fucking hot, Ville."
Sliding his fingers into thick curls, he dragged Bam up into a kiss, pushing his tongue between soft lips into wet sweetness, possessing his lover's mouth urgently. His other hand dropped to Bam's ass, pulling him up tighter to his groin, the length of his erection a tease with the heat muted by layers of clothing.
Gasping, he pulled back from Bam's tempting mouth. "Darling, I'm getting too old to come in my pants," he groaned, balls tight with the need for release already.
"Bull," Bam muttered, thrusting against him faster.
"Bam, I want to come inside you," he whispered, knowing his husband's usual reaction to that was to strip off, spread his legs wide and beg him to fuck him. This time however, Bam froze against him, shuddering, a groan resonating through his chest.
"Come on darling," Ville moaned, bucking his hips despite himself, he just needed his lover so badly now. "You know you want my cock buried deep inside..."
"My mouth," Bam finished for him, sliding down his body to his knees and tugging his pants open.
"Oh God," he said as his husband licked over the top of his erection and sucked him into tight, wet hotness that slid right down his shaft, enveloping him completely. "Thought... fuck Bam, thought you weren't going to suck me off."
Sliding back slowly, sucking hard, Bam replaced his mouth with his hand to look up at him with a wicked grin. "When have you ever known me to give up a chance to blow you baby?"
Before he could reply, Bam sucked him right back down, swallowing around him tightly and he choked back his response, head dropping back against the door. His husband was far too good at this, his love for the act so blatant in his enthusiasm and skill, it was impossible to resist, impossible to control his reaction.
Bam let go of his hips, supporting himself against the door, swallowing harder, his throat constricting round the head of his cock.
"Fuck Bam," he groaned, bucking into the heat of his lover's mouth desperately, his need overwhelming. His husband hummed round his dick, sucking hard back up the length of his erection, tongue swirling round the head before he sank all the way back down slowly, tongue lapping the whole way.
"Bam, oh fuck," he whimpered, thrusting deep, feeling Bam's throat ripple round his cock. Heat spread through his body and he exploded into his climax, coming hard as his lover swallowed over and over with a loud moan then slowly pulled back. He pressed a kiss to the centre of his tattoo and knelt back on his heels, staring up with a soft smile, blue eyes dark and shining with lust, lips red and swollen, cock tenting his pants.
"Oh my God," Ville breathed, feeling his heart pound with more than just the exertion of orgasm, his love for his husband overwhelming him completely. He bent and claimed Bam's mouth desperately hard. "You're so beautiful," he gasped. "Darling I need you."
Bam blinked. "But baby, you just came."
"No my love. Bam, I want you to fuck me, please darling."
Staring up at him, eyes full of love and need, Bam nodded, leaning back on his heels and pushing himself up to stand in front of him.
"Mmm baby." Bam leaned up against him, face burying into his neck, nose sliding up to rub behind his ear, warm breath tickling his skin. "I love it when you want me to fuck you baby," he whispered.
With a shiver of desire, Ville wrapped his arms round the younger man, walking them into the room until they hit the bed and he dragged Bam down onto it with him, drawing him into another kiss, sucking his tongue into his mouth, wanting to feel, to taste. Sometimes Bam said he couldn't ever get enough of him and Ville felt exactly the same way.
Pulling back, licking over his lips gently, Bam smiled. "Roll over."
"Love..." Ville hesitated, he still preferred to be able to see his husband's face when Bam was topping.
"Trust me," Bam said quietly, sliding a finger over his cheek and pushing gently so he looked to the side and met his own green eyes in the mirrored closet. Smiling, he looked up a little, meeting bright blue that smiled back at him. He rolled onto his side and Bam slid up behind him, arms slipping round him in a tight embrace, and kissed his neck, hard cock digging into his ass.
"I've always wanted to fuck you like this baby," Bam murmured, rocking slowly against him. "Wrap you up in my arms like this, feel you arch back against me."
Longing, sweet and hot, clutched at his heart leaving him breathless and needy and Ville reached back, pulling his lover closer. "I need to feel you sweetheart," he whispered, pushing his pants down further.
"Fuck baby," Bam gasped, shifting back slightly, scrabbling at his pants. "Lube's under the pillow."
He reached up under the pillow and pulled out a well used tube, passing it back to his husband quickly. "Have you been playing my love?"
"Hell yes," Bam murmured, moving closer again, slick fingers stroking between the cheeks of his ass and slowly rubbing over the entrance to his body. "You know how much I miss having you inside me, I fucking ache for you every second." He pushed gently and the tip of his finger slid into him. Ville groaned quietly and pushed his ass back, wanting his lover deeper. Breath shuddered into his lungs as Bam stroked in and out of his body and leaned over him, cheek to cheek so he could watch his face in the mirror.
"Tell me," he gasped.
Bam's lips parted, the tip of his tongue flicking out to moisten them. "I... God you're tight baby," he sighed, gently pulling back to push two fingers into him. Ville moaned, arching into the stretch, the mild burn. He hadn't had his husband inside him for a long time.
"I do this baby," Bam whispered, fingers thrusting into him deeper. "When I feel empty, I jack myself, slide my fingers down to my ass and push inside, fuck myself as deep as I can, pretend it's you, your fingers..."
"Oh fuck darling," Ville groaned. His husband's words made him ache with desire, his fingers heated him desperately. "Now love please."
Bam shifted again, carefully withdrawing his fingers. "And when it's just not enough, I slick up my dildo and shove it deep."
The tip of Bam's cock pushed into him and Ville gasped. His husband's arms tightened around him, blue eyes, hooded and glazed, locking with his in the mirror.
"Close my eyes," Bam whispered, sliding all the way inside him. "And wish it was you."
It was bittersweet, Bam's words tightened his groin and tore at his heart. Being apart was so hard on them both, they treasured every moment together, moments like this, his husband rocking against him, holding him close, slow thrusts into his body connecting them physically as completely as their souls were entwined.
"I love you," he whispered, taking Bam's hand in his and holding on tightly, his other hand dropping to his renewed erection and taking a tight grip.
"Love you too," Bam groaned, his pace gradually increasing until he was plunging deep and hard into his body, eyes fluttering, grip tightening round him. "Fuck baby."
"Yes," Ville whispered. "I want to feel you Bam, feel you come deep inside me." Breathlessly, he watched his lover's face contort with pleasure, felt the jerk and shudder against him as Bam cried out, the heat of his climax filling him.
"Oh God," he gasped, jacking himself harder, his lover's beauty pushing him over the edge into the sweet surrender of orgasm.
"You're so gorgeous," Bam murmured, kissing his cheek, panting lightly next to his ear. Leaning back into his lover's arms, Ville closed his eyes and smiled.
"Don't pull out," he whispered when he felt Bam start to move.
"Okay baby."
"Just want to feel you for a while," he explained even though he knew he didn't need to.
"I'm kinda jealous," Bam said with a soft chuckle.
"What?" Ville opened his eyes, staring at his lover in the mirror. "Why?"
"Because you're full of dick and come baby," Bam snickered.
He wasn't sure if he was amused or disgusted and he shook his head. "You really did hit your head hard, didn't you?"
When Bam's expression changed to slight panic and a lot of guilt, Ville frowned in suspicion. "Darling," he said softly. "Have you got something to tell me?"
Bam sighed. "I wasn't exactly skating."
"You weren't exactly skating," he repeated slowly, feeling his mood darken. "So what were you doing, exactly?"
"A stunt," Bam said quietly, eyes dropping guiltily. "For that MTV thing."
"Is that going ahead?" Ville exclaimed. He hadn't really thought much about it when Bam had told him MTV wanted to do a show with him and some other guys based on the insane videos he recorded with his friends.
"Yeah," Bam said. "Because I've been skating in Europe so much recently they've been using old CKY stuff so far but while I was here they asked me..."
"What?" Ville snapped, his anger building again. "Tell me what you decided would be okay to risk hurting yourself like that?"
"Baby come on skating's a risk."
"Yes I know, I can just about cope with that." He eased forward and yanked his pants up, zipping and buttoning so he could sit up. The slightly pathetic demeanour and look of utter misery of his lover nearly melted him but his terror of losing the younger man froze his emotions to the chill of his worst anger. "But I don't recall you ever having grade four concussion from skating. Tell me what you did."
"I..." Bam sat up slowly, tucking himself away and doing up his pants. "I tried to loop the loop."
His heart nearly stopped. "Oh Jesus," he gasped. "You didn't wear a helmet, did you?"
"No," Bam whispered.
Ville squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply to control the urge to shake his lover. Not the best idea after a head injury.
"We should sue..."
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"Waiver clause in the contract."
Eyes snapping open, he glared at his lover. "You signed a contract without talking to me first?"
"But I did," Bam said quickly. "You said 'sounds great, go for it'."
"I wouldn't have said that if I'd known you'd do something so fucking stupid," he yelled, hands clenching. Bam flinched, curling in on himself. "Fuck Bam," he sighed. "You should have told me."
"I didn't think..."
"No, you didn't." Ville shook his head and bent over his knees, hugging them tightly. "Darling, I love you, I love everything about you, even your reckless impetuosity but please..." He had to stop for a moment, his fear starting to overwhelm his anger leaving him pained, eyes stinging with tears. "Please Bam, you need to be more careful, you are my life, I can't live without you."
"Baby," Bam breathed. The bed shifted under him and his lover's arms wrapped round him. "Baby, I'm sorry."
"I know you are," he whispered, burying his face in his husband's neck. "I can't lose you, do you understand?"
"Of course I do, I feel the same way, baby."
"Then promise me you'll try and think before you just throw yourself into these things, please?" he begged, trying not to give into his tears.
"I promise baby," Bam sighed. "I promise I'll try."
"And for goodness' sake don't sign things without talking to me first love, please."
"I won't baby, I'm really sorry," Bam whispered, holding him tighter and gently petting his hair.
"I know you are, my love. And I know you'll do mad things, thoughtless, reckless things but just try to remember that if you break you," he paused to lift his head and stare at his husband seriously, "then you break my heart."
Bam's eyes swam with tears and he swallowed. "God Ville, you know I never want to hurt you, not ever."
"Hush my love." He kissed Bam gently and smiled ruefully. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I know, I just can't bear the thought of causing you pain."
"Just try and think a little then, that's all I'm asking, Bam," he said quietly. "Would you hold me please, sweetheart, I want to sleep wrapped in your arms tonight."
"You know you don't have to ask me that honey," Bam whispered, drawing him back down onto the bed and enfolding him in a tight embrace. "I love you, Ville."
"I love you too Bam."
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