Bam snuck out of the bedroom, he didn't have long before Ville woke up because neither of them stayed asleep for very long once one of them got up.
His first tour had been terrible for sleep. He wasn't used to sleeping without Ville's body entwined with his, wasn't used to listening to Tosh's breathing patterns instead of Ville's. Hopefully he'd get used to it a bit quicker this time or his caffeine intake was going to increase dramatically and his hyperactivity would drive the others insane.
Mikko and Linde were waiting for him and they grinned. Linde handed him his clothes and he quickly tugged them on.
“You know what to do?” he asked anxiously.
“Of course,” Mikko snorted. “Stop worrying, come on.”
“Right.” Bam nodded. “Right, let's go.” He followed Mikko out of the apartment and down to the car. The whole situation was a little strained and he was stressed out. He'd spent ages planning Ville's birthday and those plans had suddenly become doubly important since he'd discovered he was going on tour again almost immediately after and would be away until nearly Christmas.
Mikko dropped him off with a grin and a wave, heading back to the apartment for his own part in the plan. Bam headed for the ramps and started to skate, rapidly losing himself in the the thrill combined with utter peace it gave him.
It wasn't until he stopped to catch his breath that he realised his lover was there already, standing to the side, hands on hips, hair wild, expression a cross between anger, hurt and confusion.
“Hey baby,” he said guilessly. “Come to watch me skate?”
“No I haven't come to watch you skate,” Ville snapped. “It's freezing, are you insane?”
Bam widened his eyes. “Baby, what's wrong?”
“You mean apart from waking up in an empty bed and then finding out you'd gone skating without even saying goodbye?” Ville said, eyes darkening further.
“I didn't want to wake you up honey, that's all.”
Ville's frown deepened. “What are you up to?”
“What do you mean?”
“You only call me honey when you're trying to wangle something out of me or you're about to be incredibly sweet.”
“I do?” Bam bit his lip, he hadn't realised that before.
“Yes, you do,” Ville said dryly. “And considering what day it is, it had better be the latter.”
“Oh?” He blinked widely. “What day is it?”
Ville started to smile. “Now I know you're up to something. Sweetheart, you know that innocent look doesn't fool me.”
Jumping down off the ramp, Bam propped his deck up and walked slowly towards his lover, a grin spreading over his face, impossible to suppress.
“You caught me... honey.” He stopped in front of his lover and reached up to sling his arms casually round his neck. “Did you really think I'd forget your birthday?”
“No, but this little stunt did leave me a bit confused, I'll admit.” Ville smiled at him and put his hands on his waist.
“Just keeping you on your toes baby,” Bam laughed. “Don't want you taking me for granted.”
“That'll never happen darling,” Ville said softly, tugging him closer for a kiss.
He moaned happily, his skating high and his lover's kiss making him hornier than he wanted to be just then. He pulled back with difficulty, but grinned at Ville's tiny, little whine.
“Darling,” Ville said with a pout.
“No baby.”
“It's my birthday.”
“I know, and I have plans for you.”
“Bam,” Ville murmured, moving closer again. “Darling, you're all hot,” he slid a finger down Bam's chest, “and sweaty, do your plans involve a shower?”
Swallowing hard, Bam took another step back. “Eventually baby, stop it.”
“You sure you want me to?” Ville asked with a leer.
“No, but do you want to ruin my plans?” Bam widened his eyes, looking up at his lover from under his curls.
Sighing, Ville shook his head. “Promise me showers will be involved.”
“Oh I promise baby.” Bam grinned and held out his hand. Ville took it and Bam picked up his board before leading him to the bus stop so they could go into town for breakfast. He had to keep his lover busy for a while whilst Mikko and Linde finished their part in the plan.
@>*~
After sharing breakfast and some coffee, Bam suggested a walk, almost laughing out loud at his lover's expression of disbelief.
“Come on baby it'll be nice.”
“Nice? Bam, it's freezing.” Ville blinked and shook his head at his earnest look. “Fine, I'll bite.”
Chuckling, Bam took his hand again and drew him through town until he finally got the phonecall he was waiting for. “Hello?”
“Everything's ready.”
“Thanks man, I owe you.”
“How many is that now?” Mikko snorted.
“Haha shut up.”
“Have fun.”
“We will.” He hung up and Ville raised an eyebrow at him.
“Who do you owe what?”
“It's nothing baby, come on.” He changed direction. He was getting to know Helsinki pretty well and knew exactly where he was going.
“Darling, what's going on?”
“I told you baby, I have plans for you.” He turned onto a beautiful street lined with gorgeous neo-classical style buildings.
“Darling...”
“Be quiet.” Bam smirked at his lover's look of shock as they walked into one of Helsinki's poshest and most expensive hotels. They walked up to recepetion.
“Good morning Messieurs Valo,” the receptionist greeted them with a smile. “Your suite is ready for you.” Gesturing at a bellhop, he handed Bam the suite keycard. “Anders will show you up.”
“Thank you.” He took his lover's hand again. “Come on baby.”
Ville shook himself out of his daze and stared at him. “Darling, sweetheart, what have you done?”
“Well, I don't think it's a surprise anymore, Ville,” he said with a laugh. “I got us a hotel room.”
They followed the bellhop into the elevator, Ville still shaking his head.
“This isn't just a hotel love, this is Hotel Kamp.”
“Only the best for my baby.” Bam grinned and kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday.”
His husband gave him a look so full of heat that Bam knew if they didn't have company he'd be pressed up against the wall with a tongue down his throat. Shivering in anticipation, he clung tightly to Ville's hand as they followed Anders to the suite. The bellhop opened the door, bypassing the usual tour as he'd had requested. Smiling his thanks, Bam tipped him generously and quickly shut and locked up after him.
Ville pushed him gently against the door and held him there, moving close to lean against him, kissing his neck.
“Anticipating an entire day of sex were we, darling?” Ville murmured, breath ghosting over the back of his neck.
“Well,” he stopped and cleared his throat. “Well, I did book a table in the restaurant later.”
“Food and sex, is that all you think about?” Ville chuckled.
“No.” He pushed back from the door and turned to face his lover. “I think about you, which includes sex, then skating, thenfood.”
Ville smiled softly. “Let's get some of these layers off and get comfortable.”
“Good idea.” He pulled off his coat and yanked his thick sweater over his head. He paused to watch his lover strip down to jeans and a t-shirt then quickly stripped off the rest of his layers so he was dressed the same. He kicked off his sneakers and tugged off his socks, grinning at Ville's raised eyebrow. “You said get comfortable.”
Laughing, Ville pulled off his own shoes and socks and they both picked up their clothing to carry it into the bedroom.
“Wow,” Ville breathed. Bam didn't really notice much about the room once he'd spotted the bed. It was enormous.
“Cool,” he snickered, dumping his clothes quickly so he could run and jump onto the bed, bouncing excitedly.
“Darling,” Ville laughed. “Don't break the bed before we have a chance to use it.”
Jumping off the bed, he grabbed his lover and swung him round. “I love you, God I love you!”
Ville held on tightly, smiling at him. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
He stopped, staring happily up into his lover's eyes, wrapping his arms round his neck. Ville rested his hands on his hips and tugged him closer. Tipping his head back, Bam leaned in, letting his husband kiss him, a gentle press of lips, sweet and tender. He clutched the back of Ville's head and kissed him harder, parting his lips under Ville's, encouraging the slide of tongue over them with a moan.
Ville pulled at his hips again, groin pressing into his, hot length of his cock already hard, sliding over his as he rocked against him.
“I want you Bam,” Ville breathed against his mouth, nipping his lip gently.
“I'm yours baby, today is all about what you want,” Bam panted, pushing his cock hard into Ville's hip.
“What I want darling,” Ville paused to kiss him again, sucking on his bottom lip. He moaned and Ville let go. “What I want is for you to get on your knees.”
Without hesitation, Bam slid down Ville's body to kneel in front of him, looking up with a smile, waiting for his lover to tell him what he wanted him to do. Smiling back, Ville unzipped his pants and shifted them down enough for his cock to spring out, already leaking from want. Bam breathed in, the scent and sight of his lover making his mouth water in anticipation. He craved his husband's taste, the feel of hot, hard cock in his mouth.
“No hands love, mouth only.”
“Can I put my hands on your hips?”
“No.”
Bam bit his lip for a second, balancing would be tricky. He shifted so his knees were spread as far apart as he could get them, then lifted up so he could bury his face in his lover's groin, rubbing his cheek against the silky skin of his erection, licking the crease of his thigh..
Groaning quietly, he moved again, lifting up a little more so he could trace over his lover's tattoo with tongue and lips, Ville's cock bumping cheek and chin as he moved across from one wing to the other, leaving smears of precome on his face. He grinned up at his husband, loving being marked, knowing how much Ville loved it too from the glow in his eyes and the jerk of his cock.
Lowering his gaze again to concentrate on licking over the tip of Ville's erection, he cleaned up more precome, his own dick pressing painfully hard into his zipper.
“Suck me Bam,” Ville groaned.
He flashed his lover a grin, keeping his eyes locked to pure green as he wrapped his lips round the head of Ville's cock, sucking gently, flicking his tongue over and around to taste as much as he could. Ville's lips parted and he licked them, eyes fixed on him as he sucked a little harder sliding as slowly as he could manage down the shaft until his nose was buried in pubic hair and he was swallowing around thick cock in his throat.
“Fuck,” Ville grunted, trembling against him. “Fuck love, you're too good at this.”
Smiling happily around his lover's erection, he swallowed again and slowly pulled back, sucking hard. He licked away more precome eagerly, bobbing up and down just over the head, still sucking, then gradually worked his way down the length of his lover's dick again to swallow him all the way down. Ville groaned and bucked against him and he fought to concentrate on blowing his lover whilst maintaining his balance.
“Enough,” Ville gasped suddenly, pushing him back. He blinked up in surprise, whining softly in disappointment.
“Baby?”
“I can think of so many things I want to do to you, with you, for you, darling, as much as I love watching you swallow my come I think we need to pace ourselves.”
“I know you're getting old baby,” he teased. “But pacing?”
“Paskiainen. Twenty-one is not old.”
“Sure it isn't.”
“I'll remind you of this on your twenty-first,” Ville said with a sniff.
“Can I get up baby?”
Ville's expression softened. “Of course my love.” As he stood, Ville pulled his shorts back up over his erection and shoved his pants off, kicking them across the floor.
“Take your jeans off my darling,” Ville said, walking away to sit on the edge of the bed. Bam nodded and quickly skinned off his jeans, dropping them onto the growing pile of their clothes on the floor. He grinned at his lover who crooked a finger at him and patted the bed beside him. He quickly sat down. Ville smiled at him, lifting a hand to brush his hair back then stroke a finger down his cheek. Breath hitching slightly under the gentle touch, he leaned closer, nuzzling into his lover's neck and licking his skin.
“Darling,” Ville breathed, fingers sinking into his hair and tugging lightly.
“What do you want honey?” Bam asked softly, lifting his head again.
“In your words my love, I want to smooch with my baby for a while if that's okay?”
“You know I love to smooch with you baby,” he murmured with a quiet chuckle, twisting his head to kiss his lover's wrist. Ville slid an arm behind him, resting his weight on his hand so he could lean into him, nuzzling his cheek before his lips slid over his skin to his mouth to kiss him gently.
With a tiny whimper, he parted his lips to his lover, licking slowly over the crease of Ville's mouth, flicking delicately at the indentation in his bottom lip. Ville moaned quietly, mouth opening, tongue darting out to meet his. The soft touch sent a shudder of need through his whole body and he pressed harder, closer, sliding his arms round his lover's waist to draw him down onto the bed. Fingers weaved into his hair, one arm round his shoulder.
“Baby,” he murmured into his husband's mouth, kissing a little harder, sucking on lips and tongue.
“Mmm,” Ville moaned, hand sliding from his hair, down his back and ass to his thigh, tugging his leg over his hip so their groins pressed tightly together. “You feel so good darling,” Ville whispered, stroking the back of his thigh and kissing him again, soft kisses that dotted his lips, sucking, nipping, pressing more and more urgently to his mouth.
Bam was aching for more, he was so hard, so hot for his lover but this was all about Ville and the older man had taught him some patience. Kissing and touching made him feel so good and he knew drawing it out would make it even better for both of them.
Fingers dug into his leg, pulling him in tight, tongue probing his mouth deeply. Gasping, he bucked against his lover, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his cock, need for his lover filling him.
“Baby,” he gasped. “Oh God, I love you, love this.”
“I know my darling,” Ville murmured, sliding his hand up and then under his waistband to grasp his ass, fingers slipping down along the crease to rub over the entrance to his body. Electricity pulsed through him, hardening his cock impossibly. “You can finish sucking me off now.”
Pulling back, Bam couldn't help a chuckle. “Is that right?”
“That's right darling.” Ville flicked his eyebrows up and smirked. Kissing him again, Bam eased back, slipping his hand into his lover's boxers to stroke the soft skin of his cock, fingers sliding in precome.
“Yes love,” Ville moaned, hips rolling under him. He pushed his lover's boxers off, shifting down onto the floor to kneel between his legs.
“Will you take your t-shirt off baby?”
Ville sat up and smiled at him, pulling his t-shirt over his head so was sitting naked and hard and leaking. Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips, sucking the precome from his fingers before leaning forward to lick more from the tip of his lover's dick, the taste filling his senses.
“Are you going to let me swallow your come this time baby? You know how much I love it.” He smirked, watching his lover shiver, dick pulsing in front of him.
“Yes darling,” Ville groaned, tugging at his curls. “Want you to swallow me down Bam, feel your hot mouth around my cock.”
With a moan of need- his lover's words sending shivers of lust down his spine- Bam sucked the head of Ville's cock into his mouth, lapping eagerly at the tip, dipping his tongue into the slit to hear his lover whimper.
“Love please,” Ville whispered, hand tightening in his hair.
He grinned around the thick length stretching his lips and sank down slowly. He loved the slide of soft skin over his lips and tongue as he sucked and swallowed.
“Fuck Bam,” Ville gasped, hips rolling up so he thrust deeper into his mouth. “Harder darling, I want to feel you swallow me down.”
“Mmm.” Bam slid up and down his lover's cock, sucking slowly until his lips hit Ville's groin.
“I love you Bam,” Ville cried out, bucking up and coming down his throat. Easing back slowly, he smiled up at his husband.
“I love you too Ville.”
Smiling lazily from under hooded eyes, Ville sighed in satisfaction. “Are you hard for me sweetheart?”
“You know I am, baby.”
“Any requests?”
“It's your birthday,” he said with a shrug, trying not to sound as desperate as he actually was.
“I'm feeling generous.”
Chuckling again, Bam leaned on his lover's knees. “I'd ask you to fuck me but you need to pace yourself.”
“I don't have to use my dick to fuck you, sweetheart,” Ville drawled, shifting back on the bed and pulling him up off his knees. “Get undressed.”
“Okay baby.” Unable to hold back a smile, he stripped off t-shirt and boxers and crawled onto the bed over his lover. Ville pulled him down on top of him and flipped them over, pushing his arms back to kiss him hard, tongue plunging into his mouth, possessing him thoroughly.
Arching up, he rubbed his cock urgently against Ville's hip, trying to get some relief. He was aching with need, wanted to feel more of his lover, hard body against his, tongue and fingers touching him, sliding over his skin.
Ville rocked into him, mouth open against his, sharing breath as Bam groaned quietly. Lifting his head, Ville smiled down at him.
“Have we got supplies my darling?” he asked, shifting to the side and cupping his balls gently.
“Yeah baby, bedside table.”
“Oh really?” Ville raised an eyebrow and slid his fingers over his balls and up his dick. He shivered, belly tightening.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Migé and Linde prepared the room for us.”
“That's why you made me walk in the freezing cold?” Ville wrapped his fingers round his cock and squeezed tightly. Bam gasped again, thrusting up against his lover.
“Yes.” He whimpered as Ville pulled away, lying on his side next to him. “Baby.”
“Get the lube for me.”
With a tiny whine of frustration and anticipation, he rolled over onto his side, reaching to the bedside table for lube and, just in case, condoms. A hand gripped his hip and hot,wet tongue slid slowly up his spine to his neck making him shiver needily.
“Don't move love,” Ville murmured, lips nibbling the junction between shoulder and neck gently. “You have such a beautiful back,” he whispered, kissing the base of his neck then sucking over knobs of spine down his back, sending pulses of lust through his whole body as fingers slid up and down his side, almost tickling.
“Such a gorgeous ass,” he continued, palming one cheek and squeezing. Bam giggled.
“Not as gorgeous as yours baby.”
“Flatterer.” Ville kissed the base of his spine the bit the top of one asscheek.
“Baby!” he gasped, cock jerking under the sting of teeth.
“Give me the lube my love,” Ville said, shifting up to trace the left side of his ribcage with his tongue.
“Oh God,” he groaned, arching back against his lover's touch, passing the lube back to him hurriedly. “Please baby, I need you so bad, need something inside me.”
Nipping the base of his shoulderblade, Ville leaned back a little and slid slicked up fingers down the line of his ass and over the entrance to his body. His ass tingled, making him ache even more. His lover's fingers trailed round and round, rubbing teasingly until he was panting and rocking back urgently.
“Baby please,” he begged.
“Do you need me darling?”
“Yes,” Bam squeaked desperately, pushing back harder. “Please I need you.”
“Yes my love.” Ville kissed the centre of his back and pushed a finger into his ass. “I'm fuck you gently with my fingers for now Bam,” he murmured, stroking in and out of his ass quickly. “Because by morning, I'm going to have fucked you so much and so hard you won't be able to walk.”
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, gut tightening, groin aching with desperate desire. “More baby, please I need to come, please.”
“How badly love?” Ville breathed, shifting up again to press a kiss behind his ear.
“Baby, don't tease, please don't tease, I'm going to explode.”
“Well, we can't have that darling,” Ville chuckled, pulling his finger free and immediately shoving two deep into him, crooking them to rub over his prostate.
“Oh fuck,” Bam screamed, electricity shooting through every nerve, balls tightening, ass clamping down around his lover's fingers. He jerked back against Ville, coming hard, groaning heavily with the amazing sense of release.
“Hmm,” Ville sighed. “I love to see you come Bam.” He kissed his ear. “Happy birthday to me.”
“Baby,” Bam gasped out a laugh. “Let me turn over.”
“Of course my love.” Ville's fingers slid slowly from his body and he rolled back over and up against his lover to kiss him.
“Happy birthday to me?” he snickered.
Ville smirked. “Well yes. Watching you come is one of my favourite things, Bam darling.”
“You weirdo,” he laughed, kissing Ville again.
“You must be rubbing off on me.”
“I rub off on you all the time.”
“Oh Bam,” Ville groaned. “Where do you get all these bad jokes from?”
“You make it too easy baby.”
Shaking his head, Ville sat up. “I believe you promised me a shower.”
“Already?” Bam pouted. “But we only just got started.”
“I'm sure we can continue in the shower Bam,” Ville laughed. “You know how much I love you all...” he leaned over and licked a stripe up his neck. Bam shivered. “Soaking...” Ville kissed him, hot, sucking and all too brief. “Wet,” he finished with a smirk.
“Fuck,” Bam breathed slowly, groin tingling already from his lover's teasing touches. “Okay, let's uh, let's go shower.” He leapt to his feet, dragging Ville up with him and running into the bathroom. They skidded to a halt, it was huge and beautiful with an enormous jacuzzi bath in one corner and a huge walk-in shower in the other as well as two sinks and a toilet of course.
“Oh baby,” Bam gasped. “Let's use the jacuzzi.”
“Darling...”
“Please?” He turned and wrapped his arms round Ville's neck. “I'll still be all wet baby,” he murmured, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to Ville's lips.
“Mmm,” Ville moaned, hands resting on his hips, fingers digging into his flesh. “Maybe you're right.”
“Of course I'm right baby,” he said, pulling away to turn on the faucet, watching the water fill the tub for a moment. He grinned at the sight of lube and condoms beside the jacuzzi, silently blessing Linde for having the foresight to leave supplies of both everywhere. He'd already spotted some in the shower and on one sink.
“Both of us,” he said, turning to look at his lover again. “Naked, wet, warm, sitting cuddled up together.” He smirked at Ville's little shudder and sidled closer, rubbing up against his lover. Ville was already hard, dick digging into his groin and Bam moaned quietly, sliding his hand between them to palm silken skin.
“Bam,” Ville sighed, rocking gently against his hand. “How do you always feel so good?”
“Because you love me,” he said with a small grin, wrapping his fingers round the shaft.
“Yes, my darling,” Ville groaned, thrusting up into his tightening grip. “Yes I love you, I could never want anyone the way I always want you.”
“I should hope not.” Leaning up, he kissed his husband softly, their lips clinging together as he shifted even closer, slipping his free hand into Ville's hair. Lips parting under his lover's tongue, he whimpered quietly, his chest ached from the strength of his love for the older man and his groin ached from how much he needed him. Ville licked over into his mouth then suddenly pulled back.
“Baby?” he gasped.
“Jacuzzi love.”
“Oh yeah.” He pulled away reluctantly and turned back to the bath, switching off the faucet and turning on the jets. Ville got in first, groaning quietly, then beckoned him in. He climbed in, settling down between his lover's legs and leaning back against his chest happily, the heat and bubbles felt good but his lover's cock against the small of his back felt better and he pressed back until Ville's groan resonated through him.
“Mmm, is that for me baby?” he murmured, reaching between their bodies, palming Ville's dick gently.
“Always for you,” Ville said with a groan, rocking into his hand.
“Fuck, I'm so lucky,” he said, tipping his head back to smile at his lover.
“Darling,” Ville whimpered.
“You want to fuck me this time my baby?”
“God yes.”
“Good,” he murmured, moving to he could turn and straddle his lover, pushing his own cock into Ville's groin, sliding up against his gorgeous erection.
“As much as I love having your fingers buried deep inside me,” he murmured, “fucking me, stroking in and out.”
“Bam,” Ville gasped, bucking hard into him, hands gripping his hips to pull him closer. Grinning, he slid his arms round his lover's neck.
“As much as I love that,” he continued a little breathlessly. “There's nothing like feeling your cock pushing into me.” He paused, shaking against a surge of pleasure as one of Ville's hands slipped down and he started to finger his ass.
“Fuck baby I want your dick so bad, stretching me, filling me up.”
“Yes Bam,” Ville groaned, thrusting against him, probing his ass deeper and harder. “Get a condom.”
Sitting back again, moaning softly at the loss of his husband's fingers inside him, he reached over the side of the jacuzzi for one of the condoms, ripping the packet open hurriedly.
“Baby, lift up a bit.”
Ville pushed his hips up out of the water so he could so he could roll the rubber over his cock more easily. He didn't tease, he needed his lover's thick, gorgeous cock buried as deep inside his body as he could get him. Holding the base of the condom, Ville sat back down, tugging at Bam a little urgently, shifting further down into the warm bubbling water.
“Fuck I need you,” Bam moaned, climbing over his lover onto his knees, lowering himself without hesitation till he felt the tip of Ville's dick against his ass. He wrapped his arms round his lover's neck again, meeting the dark glint of emerald, licking his lips as he pushed down and gasped happily at the stretch. Tensing his thighs, he held himself up, jerking tiny amounts over the head of Ville's cock, shuddering at the constant shocks of pleasure stroking through him.
“Bam you're killing me,” Ville panted, pulling on his hips, trying to urge him down.
“Feels so good baby,” he breathed. He was tight and tense with lust and heat, dick so hard it hurt.
“Too good Bam, I'm going to fucking come.” Fingers dug deep into his flesh and Ville yanked him down hard onto his cock.
“Oh fuck!” Bam screamed, every nerve erupting into flames, he felt like he was shattering as his entire body lit with ecstatically pained pleasure and he convulsed over his husband, coming into the water, ass squeezing down around thick cock.
With a cry, Ville arched up into him again and again, then wrapped him up in a tight hug, pushing up deep and shuddering against him.
“Hold me tight,” Ville gasped, still shaking.
Bam leaned against his lover's chest, arms tightening round his neck. “Fuck that was intense baby,” he murmured, kissing the older man gently on the cheek.
“Did I hurt you?” Ville whispered.
“Only in the good way baby,” Bam said with a soft smile, tracing the line of Ville's cheekbone with his tongue up to his ear, nipping the lobe gently. “The very good way.”
Chuckling lightly, Ville squeezed the back of his neck. “I love you so much darling.”
“I love you too.” Sighing happily, he rested his head on Ville's shoulder, luxuriating in the warmth of his husband's embrace, the sense of love and connection between them enhanced by the relaxing heat and jets of the water.
“Happy birthday,” he murmured.
“Best birthday ever my love.”
“And it's not even close to finished Ville we haven't got to the presents yet.”
“Presents?”
Ville sounded so shocked that he had to smile. “You didn't think this was it, did you?”
“Bam, this is so much already.”
“Never enough baby, I can never do enough for you.” He lifted his head, staring seriously at his husband. “I know you think I spend too much money on you but I just, I want to, it makes me feel good okay?”
“I understand sweetheart, truly, I love to do things for you too, you just constantly surprise me.”
“That's part of why it makes me feel so good baby,” he sighed, leaning back against his lover.
“You're so sweet darling.”
“I thought I was sweet but weird.”
“Sometimes Bam,” Ville chuckled. “Sometimes you're just so sweet that I want to lick you all over.”
“Ooh baby, really?” he gasped, a twinge of need making him ache already.
“Always,” Ville murmured, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead.
“Come on baby, I want to give you your presents now,” Bam said, pulling back again and smiling. He eased up carefully, tugging the condom gently off Ville's softening cock and throwing it aside. He stood up and held out his hand. Ville took it and let him help him up, moving close with a smirk to wrap him back up in his arms, their slick, wet bodies sliding over each other, making his groin tingle again.
“Easy baby, gifts first.” He pulled back and got out of the jacuzzi, grabbing two fluffy robes from next to the door. Ville emptied the tub and got out, taking one of the robes from him. Wrapping up tightly, Bam took his lover's hand and tugged him back into the bedroom and onto the bed. He leaned over the other side to grab a large bag and pulled it up beside them. Snugglnig up to his lover, he unzipped the bag.
“These aren't all from me baby, if you don't mind, I want to save mine till last.”
“Of course I don't mind,” Ville said. He frowned curiously. “But who else are they from darling?”
“Everyone honey.” Bam smiled happily. “Start with this one, it's from my parents.” He gave his husband the present with a soft kiss.
“Really?” Ville's breath hitched and he stared at the gift wide-eyed.
“Open it baby.”
“Right yeah.” Ville unwrapped his parents' gift. It was simple and thoughtful as was typical of Ape. A notebook decorated with a heartagram and a set of pens for him to write songs with.
“Aw,” Ville smiled softly. “I guess Ape's forgiven me for taking you away from her.”
Snorting, Bam shook his head. “Next present baby, come on,” he said, bouncing on the bed impatiently. “Crew next?”
“Okay.” Chuckling, Ville ripped brightly coloured paper off the next gift. “Oh my God Bam, did you know about this?”
Bam flushed hotly. “Hell no, baby. Can we watch it later?”
“You want to watch lesbian porn?”
“I'm curious baby, that's all.”
“You're not turning straight on me, are you love?”
Bam grinned. “Not a chance, baby, I love dick.” Ville raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat. “Sorry baby, I love your dick.”
“That's better,” Ville said with a sniff. Bam giggled.
“Next one's from Mige and Linde.”
“Cool.” Ville ripped the present open. “Oh I wanted this!”
“Poetry?” Bam wrinkled his nose.
“Yes darling,” Ville smiled at him. “Dark, glorious poetry.”
“Baby, you know I don't have the patience to try to read.”
“I know love, but maybe you'd let me read it to you sometime?”
“I think I could cope with that,” Bam said with a smile. Ville could read to him from the phonebook and he'd probably enjoy it if he was honest. Ville kissed his cheek.
“Now yours?”
“Nope, now Ryan's.”
“Oh God, I hope it's not more weird porn,” Ville laughed.
“Not from the shape of it.” Bam shook Ryan's gift curiously. His best friend had refused to tell him what it was, just smirked and told him it was for both of them. “Open it, I wanna see.”
“Patience love,” Ville said, unwrapping it more slowly.
“Baby come on... oh holy crap!” He nearly swallowed his tongue in surprise. “Is that...”
“A dildo?” Ville turned the box over and stared. “Why yes, yes it is.”
“What the hell was he thinking?”
“Well I...” Ville breathed out heavily, shuddering slightly.
“Baby?” The look in his husband's eyes made him pause and he looked at the dildo again. “It's the same size as you,” he murmured, licking his lips.
“You think?”
“Baby, I know.”
“How did Ryan know?” Ville raised both eyebrows at him.
“Coincidence baby, come on.”
Ville looked back at the dildo, tongue sliding out over his bottom lip. “I think... I think I want to see.” He stopped, breathing in deeply, eyes fixing him with a look of lust that had his cock hardening quickly.
“What do you want to see baby? You want to see me slide that fat dildo into my ass and fuck myself with it?”
“Oh God,” Ville moaned, dropping the box and yanking him into a kiss, lips crushing into his desperately hard. They fell back onto the bed, gifts pushed aside without heed as Ville's hand pushed under his robe, sliding down to his groin to wrap round his cock, tongue plundering his mouth deeply.
He shoved at Ville's robe, needing beautiful, bare skin against his body, thrusting up into his fist urgently. He knew how much watching him jack off turned Ville on, he could imagine how much the thought of him fucking himself would affect his husband and that made him so horny he was almost on the edge of coming again. Ville rocked against him, dick rubbing his hip, hard and leaking.
Gasping, Bam reached over for the box. “You wanna watch me baby?” he moaned. “You wanna jack off watching me fuck myself?”
“Yes,” Ville groaned, licking his neck and biting down on his shoulder. The sting of pain only added to his need and he ripped the package open, pulling out the big black and white silicone dildo. Ville took it from him and leaned over his body, cock smearing his stomach with precome as he reached for the lube they'd left on the pillow earlier. Sitting back, he slowly spread lube over it as if he was preparing himself and Bam had to take a tight grip of the base of his dick to try and stop himself from coming on the spot.
“Fuck baby, that so hot,” he murmured. “Give it to me.”
Ville held out the dildo and Bam took it. He stretched out, bending and spreading his legs, sliding the tip of the fake cock up and down the crease of his ass, holding the flared base tightly. His husband shifted, kneeling between his legs, watching with wide, dark eyes, cock wrapped in a tight grip, his hand stroking long and slow over the shaft.
With a grunt, he pushed the dildo inside himself in one hard stroke, stretching himself wide once again.
“God Bam,” Ville groaned. “You're so sexy.”
Fixing his eyes on his lover, Bam pulled the dildo out almost the whole way, then shoved it back inside, crying out as it hit his prostate.
“Fuck baby, feels good,” he panted, ass clenching down around the silicone length. Ville moved again, straddling one of his thighs and leaning over him to kiss him passionately.
Stroking the dildo in and out of his ass, he kissed back desperately, feeling Ville's hand brushing over his stomach as he jacked himself, the drip of precome onto his skin. With a gasp, he pushed Ville back.
“Want to watch you baby, want to see you come on me.”
“Fuck yes,” Ville breathed, his strokes speeding up, hips thrusting. He looked so gorgeous, Bam had to fuck himself harder, needed to come so badly. He plunged the dildo deep and cried out again, electric shocks of pleasure flowing through his body, his balls tight, cock aching for release.
“Oh God,” he gasped. “Baby, I need you, I need you!”
“Too late... darling oh fuck!” Ville groaned, bending over him, jerking hard, spurts of come hitting his belly. Bam stared down in awe at his lover's face, flushed pink and glistening with sweat, eyes glittering as they locked with his, full lips parted and panting. His heart pounded with adoration and love and his whole body ached for release.
Leaning over again, Ville smiled darkly and started to lick the come from his stomach, a hand reaching between his legs to cup his own hand over the end of the dildo, thrusting it hard into his body.
It was too much, pleasure flooded his body, tension exploding into sweet release as he arched into their combined grip, holding the dildo deep inside his body, his come hitting the side of Ville's face.
“Oh God baby,” he gasped, reaching out for his lover. Ville crawled over him and Bam pulled him down, kissing him quickly before reverently licking the come from his cheek. “I love you Ville,” he whispered.
Ville lifted his head, smiling softly down at him. “I love you too, sweetheart, now breathe out slowly.”
“Okay.” He breathed in, then breathed out, moaning quietly at the slightly uncomfortable yet oddly pleasant sensation of his lover pulling the silicone carefully from his body.
“Stay there love.” Ville got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, taking the dildo with him. He came back after a couple of minutes with a damp washcloth, carefully cleaning off Bam's stomach, groin and ass.
“Mmm, baby, you didn't have to do that,” he whispered.
“I wanted to,” Ville said, smiling wider at him, bending over to press a kiss to his lips.
Grinning happily, Bam sat up and wrapped his robe back round his body. “More gifts baby?”
“That would be lovely sweetheart.”
“Your Mom's next, she sent a couple.” Bam pulled the bag over again and leaned against his lover, handing him the first one. Ville unwrapped it, chuckling at the beanie it revealed.
“I suppose it is cold.”
“She's looking out for you baby.”
“I know.”
“Put it on.” He grinned at his lover's dubious expression. “Go on baby, I want to see.” Lifting his hand, he ruffled his lover's wavy, dark hair. “I bet it's sexy as hell.”
“You say that about everything I wear Bam.”
“And I'm always right,” he replied with a smile. He pressed a kiss to his lover's cheek and took the beanie from his hand. Shifting round slightly, he arranged Ville's hair carefully and pulled the hat onto his head, teasing a few curls out round his temples with a sigh.
“You really are the most beautiful person on this planet,” he breathed. Somehow the beanie intensified Ville's pale skin and piercing green eyes. “Keep that on baby, please.”
“Really?”
He blinked pleadingly until his lover capitulated with a quiet laugh. “Okay my love.”
“Thank you baby.” Beaming at his lover, he gave him the other gift from his mother. “She's gonna call you tomorrow.”
“So everyone knew about this plan of yours did they?”
“Well sort of. I didn't go into detail, I just said we wouldn't be home,” he said quietly, watching Ville unwrap the second gift.
“Oh my God,” Ville gasped. “How did she afford this?”
“I think the crew helped out with some extra rent. The cool thing is that it's got a record function so you can use it as a dictaphone.”
“Bam,” Ville stroked his cheek gently. “Did you tell her I wanted an mp3 player?”
“Well, I might have mentioned something.”
“Thank you.” Ville twisted, shifting round to cup his cheek, kissing him tenderly. “Mmm, my darling, you are as sweet as you taste.” He kissed him again, a little harder, sucking on his lip and sliding his tongue into his mouth for an all too brief taste. Bam whined as he pulled away, lust already tightening his groin.
“Patience my love,” Ville said, kissing him once more, quickly. “I think we both need some recovery time.”
“Whatever you say old man,” he teased, only marginally sulkily. They had had sex three times already after all and his ass could probably use a break. He could still fee a mild ache every time he moved which would keep him happy for a while.
“Little brat,” Ville murmured, chuckling quietly and ruflfing his hair.
“You do want your presents don't you baby?”
Ville immediately looked contrite and he nodded slowly. “Yes love, sorry love.”
“Okay, first one.”
“Darling...” Ville paused. “First one?”
“Just shut up and enjoy it, okay?” he sighed, shoving the package at his lover, his excitement slightly less shiny. Leaning over, Ville kissed his cheek gently.
“I love you sweetheart,” he whispered, quickly unwrapping the first present. “You bought me underwear?”
“I bought you underwear I want to see you in,” Bam corrected him with a leer.
“What's wrong with the underwear I have?”
“Nothing, these are just... tighter.”
“Oh I see.” Ville smirked at him and pulled a pair of jockey shorts from the pack, slipping them on under his robe.
“Do I get to see baby?” he asked with a small pleading pout.
“Depends on what my next gift is,” Ville said, laughing softly.
Thinking for a moment, he felt in the bag and pulled out another package, handing it to his husband with a soft kiss and a murmur of happy birthday.
Quickly ripping off the paper, Ville grinned at him. “Thank you!” He knelt up, shrugging off the robe, chuckling at him when he stared at the jockey shorts that cupped Ville just right and made his mouth go dry. Ville pulled on the Black Sabbath t-shirt he'd bought him carefully over the beanie he was still wearing and sat back, crossing his legs.
“Oh man, you are wearing nothing but t-shirts and jockey shorts round the house from now on baby.”
“Not if you're going to look at me like that Bam.” Ville inhaled deeply, leaning closer to him to nuzzle his neck gently.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me alive. We'd never leave the bedroom.”
Bam grinned, kissing Ville's cheek. “Sounds like a good plan then.”
“Darling, even you can't survive on air and sex.”
“It's not like I wouldn't be eating baby.” He giggled at his lover's look of disgust.
“Bam, really.”
“Oh come on you know you love it.”
“I love you, there's a difference.”
“No there isn't.”
“Yes there is, darling. I accept certain things because I love you.”
“You accept things?” Bam said slowly, feeling insulted and a little hurt.
“Bam,” Ville sighed. “Don't tell me there aren't certain things about me that annoy you.”
“I love every part of you baby.”
“You didn't answer me sweetheart.”
“Nothing about you annoys me, sometimes you do things that annoy me,” Bam conceded.
“And?”
“And I accept them because I love you. Fine, you're right, I'm sorry.”
“That's okay. Now can we please have an experience at a hotel that doesn't involve a huge fight?”
Wincing from painful memories, he nodded and leaned back against his slender lover. “Sorry baby, it was just the way you said it felt a bit harsh, you know?”
“Then I'm sorry too my love,” Ville whispered, kissing the top of his head.
“Do I really gross you out baby?”
“Not really darling no, but a little, sometimes.”
“Well, I guess I could tone it down a bit.”
“You're missing the point Bam, it's part of you and I love all of you regardless of the fact that you might gross me out or annoy me occasionally. It's neither here nor there because I'm utterly and completely in love with you.”
Heart clenching tightly, he wrapped his lover in his arms and kissed him softly, tenderly.
“I love you so much Ville,” he whispered before he pulled back a little. He reached into the bag and pulled out a small box. “Here. It's a bit um... it's kinda... oh just take it.”
Ville raised an eyebrow curiously and took the box from him, opening it slowly. “That's beautiful Bam.”
“Not too girly?”
“Why, because it's a heart?” Ville laughed and shook his head. “We have hearts tattooed on our wrists sweetheart.”
“I know,” he sighed. “Just, you know, a heart pendant is a bit...”
“It's beautiful darling, thank you. Help me tie it on,” Ville said, getting on his knees.
The heart was a simple silver pendant engraved with their entwined initials and hung on a leather thong. He slipped round to tie it carefully behind his lover's neck, so that the pendant was level with his heart.
“You make it look good baby,” he murmured, smoothing his lips over the back of Ville's neck, sliding his arms round his waist and his hands up under his t-shirt to stroke his belly, flattening his palm over the tattoo. Ville sighed happily, leaning back against him and reaching up and back to clasp his hands behind Bam's neck.
Rocking his slowly hardening cock against his lover's back, he slid a hand under the waistband of Ville's shorts and played with his balls, fingers slipping down under them to stroke the soft skin in front of his ass.
“Darling,” Ville whispered, arching back against him. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you baby,” he murmured licking the back of his lover's ear. “You feel so good.” He pushed his fingers further down between Ville's cheeks, rubbing gently over his tight hole.
“Oh God Bam,” Ville gasped, leaning back against him, hips pushing forward.
“I want to slide my fingers into you baby, feel that sweet heat squeeze round me.”
“Fuck,” Ville said with a moan. “Love please.”
“I'm gonna need lube, baby.” Letting go of his neck, Ville leaned forward, back pressing into his cock, to grab the tube they'd left on the bed. He leaned back against Bam, squeezing clear gel onto his own fingers, pushing his hand into his underwear and down to join Bam's, stroking over them and over his asshole to spread the lube over both.
Kissing his lover's shoulder, he slid one fingertip over and around then carefully pushed inside him.
“Oh Bam,” Ville moaned, head dropping back onto his shoulder, hips rolling up and thighs spreading further apart so he could push deeper, reaching straight for his lover's prostate to stroke over it gently.
Ville grunted quietly, tiny thrusts against his finger, putting pressure on his erection. Quickly, he shifted, reaching round further, pushing a second finger into his lover.
“I love feeling how tight you are baby,” he gasped, his cock pulsing against Ville's back through his robe at the thought of that clenching heat round his dick, squeezing his orgasm from him. He pressed up harder, stroking his fingers in and out of his lover, slow and deep, rubbing firmly over the prostate as Ville started to pant, writhing and rocking against him.
“Fuck darling, oh God,” Ville grunted. “Harder Bam, I'm so close.” He bucked faster and Bam plunged his fingers harder in and out of his ass, his palm rubbing his balls.
“Bam, God Bam!” Ville shuddered against him, ass clamping down and rippling round his fingers as he jerked and came, splashing Bam's wrist and hand. He clutched his lover tightly, rocking up against his back urgently. Feeling Ville fall apart in his arms was so exquisitely sexy, he was so close to coming again.
Ville gently pushed his hand away and pulled out of his arms.
“Baby,” he whined, the loss of contact frustrating. Turning, Ville smiled darkly at him and pushed him back on the bed, tugging his robe aside.
“I love to see you like this sweetheart,” Ville murmured. “Spread out for me, your beautiful cock so ready for me to play with.”
“Baby, Ville, please,” he whimpered. “I'm so ready.”
“I know Bam I was just enjoying the sight,” Ville said with a smile as he swept his hands up his legs and pushed them apart, thumbs stroking along the insides of his thighs. Shifting slightly, he knelt over him and bent his head, green eyes flicking up to fix him with hot lust before he swallowed his cock deep into his throat.
With a groan of pure and happy satisfaction, Bam bucked up into the warm wetness of his lover's tight, sucking mouth. Strong tongue flicked over the tip and Ville shoved two fingers into his still slick ass, pushing up against his prostate. The electric stimulation was too much for him. He clutched Ville's neck tightly and thrust deep, body convulsing as he came, shooting almost dry.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Oh fuck baby, I'm exhausted.”
Sliding his mouth slowly back up the softening length of his cock, Ville chuckled. He crawled over Bam and kissed him.
“Told you we should pace ourselves.”
“Come on baby, we're young enough to be fine to go again in a while.”
“Define in a while.”
“I don't know.” He stroked his lover's cheek and pulled him down so he was lying on top of him. “We could have a nap, get some food and finish unwrapping your gifts, then see how we feel.”
“More presents?”
Bam paused. He had two more gifts for his husband but he was rapidly losing the nerve to give him one of them. It was stupid, he knew Ville would love anything he gave him by the mere fact that it was from him. Still, he just wasn't confident enough right then.
“One more,” he said softly. “The main one.”
“Darling, anything from you is a main one.”
“You know what I mean.”
Ville kissed his neck. “Yeah I do.”
“Sleep for a bit?”
“Mmm.” Ville already sounded sleepy. “Sounds good sweetheart.” He slid to the side so he was only half lying on Bam and kissed his cheek. “You warm enough love?”
“Yeah baby.” He closed his eyes and snuggled up tight to his lover. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
@>*~
When he stirred, he was still curled up with his lover and he smiled, wrapping his arms round Ville's neck and taking off the beanie that had become displaced. Ville made a muffled noise from where his face was buried in his neck and shifted.
“You awake baby?”
“Sort of,” Ville murmured. “I could use a coffee.”
“We could order room service.”
“But I want a coffee now,” Ville whined.
Suppressing a giggle, Bam kissed his lover's temple and sat up. “I'll see if there's a coffee machine in here.” He pulled his robe back over his shoulders and tied it round the waist before getting up and heading for the sitting room of the suite. On a side dresser there was a coffee machine with a tray of cups and spoons and a bowl full packets of milk and sugar next to it. He switched it on and filled it from bottle of mineral water he found in the minibar then went back to the bedroom.
Ville was sitting on the bed, crosslegged, still dressed in his t-shirt and jockeys. He looked a little bleary eyed and his hair was sticking up on one side. Giggling, Bam crawled back onto the bed and kissed the older man. “You look so cute when you've just woken up baby.” He smoothed Ville's hair down carefully.
Ville grunted, rubbing his eyes and blinking at him. “I'm stuck to my shorts,” he said, whining again.
“Wow baby, how old are you again?”
“Shut up.” Ville pouted at him and he burst out laughing.
“Shower?” he chuckled.
“Yes,” Ville said sniffily. “And if you were thinking we'd share then you'd be wrong.”
“Aw baby.” Bam batted his eyelashes and widened his eyes pleadingly. “Wouldn't you like to have me wash you? You know how much you love it when we're all wet and slippy with soap.” He grinned at his lover's opening expression.
“I think I might need a little more convincing,” Ville murmured, leaning into him.
“You'd stand under nice, warm water, I'd foam up some gel in my hands and stroke them slowly over every inch of your grogeous soft skin,” Bam whispered, nuzzling his neck and licking up to his ear. “I love to touch you baby, you always feel so good.”
Ville shivered against him, a hand slipping under his robe and round his back to pull him closer. “I love it when you touch me Bam.”
Bam breathed in a little shakily, turned on already. “After rinsing you off, I think I'd have to keep touching you for a while, stroke the softest skin on your body stretched tight around your cock.”
Moaning, Ville nodded. “God, yes love.”
“You like the sound of that baby?”
“Mmm, yes Bam.”
“Can I share a shower with you then?”
“Yes darling.” Ville drew back slowly, gently kissing him before he took his hand and dragged him off the bed and back into the bathroom.
Bam dropped his robe to the floor and got into the massive shower to switch it on, turning to watch his lover carefully hanging the Sabbath t-shirt on a towel rail, then ease off his shorts. He smiled as Ville walked towards him, the sight of his lover's naked body never failed to leave him breathless, not just from love and lust but also from the sheer fragile beauty of his slender lines and pale skin.
He held out his hand urgently, needing his lover with him, against him. Ville took it, smiling as he pulled him under the water and kissed him deeply.
Bam did just as he'd promised, he soaped up his hands and slowly stroked over every inch of his lover, enjoyed the slide of his hands over smooth skin, the soft breathy moans of his lover and the pulses of his cock, precome dribbling down the length of his erection into his pubic hair.
With a grin, he cupped his lover's balls, massaging the shower gel into them gently, sliding his palm slowly up the underside of his dick then over the top to carefully clean his groin of the leaking precome.
“Darling, please, no more cleaning, more of the stroking,” Ville begged, his voice choked with desire.
“You sure?”
“Yes! Fuck yes Bam.”
“Get under the water baby.” He flicked his lips, watching the older man step right under the spray, hair plastering his scalp, water sluicing through the soap and foam that coated his body.
“Oh man you're so beautiful,” he sighed, stepping right up to his lover, one hand sliding up to clutch wet hair, the other returning to the straining length of Ville's dick, wrapping loosely round as he was dragged into a fierce, needy kiss. Kissing deeply, open-mouthed so they could breathe under the pounding shower, Bam stroked Ville's cock, his fist tightening as his lover bucked and panted and whimpered.
“Touch me,” he gasped, his own dick hard and aching for his lover's touch, the slide against his slick hip not quite enough. Fingers wrapped round his dick tightly, jacking him harder than he was expecting and he groaned, thrusting up into Ville's hand desperately, matching his lover's strokes quickly with his own hand.
Moaning, he bucked up into Ville's grip, groin tightening almost painfully then exploding into his release. They leant against each other under the flowing water, recovering their breath.
“My dick actually hurts,” he laughed.
“I think this is our record for one day darling, maybe that's why you're getting sore.”
“Five times?” Bam snorted disbelievingly. “We must have done it more than five times in one day before baby.”
“Not that I can recall heila.”
“Well whatever,” he said, straightening to rinse his crotch off under the shower. “I think we should break it today.”
“If you say so darling.” Ville smiled at him and pushed his wet curls off his forehead.
“You ready baby? I want to give you your last gift.”
“I'm ready love.”
Kissing Ville quickly, he got out of the cubicle and shrugged on his robe. “Want me to get your robe baby?”
“Yes please.” Ville stood on the mat and reached for a towel, scrubbing it over his head.
Bam was struck by a sudden urge to kneel in front of the older man and suck his soft cock into his mouth until he was hard again so he could swallow down his come again. He hurried out of the bathroom quickly, if he kept getting distracted, they'd never get round to the last gift. Grabbing his lover's robe from the floor, he took it back to Ville, sliding it onto the older man's shoulders and giving him a quick kiss.
“I'm just going to get the coffee,” he said.
“Okay.” Ville followed him out of the bathroom and went back to the bed while he went to the sitting room, quickly preparing their coffees. Ville was sitting on the bed looking at the room service menu and he put the cups on the bedside table, climbing onto the bed beside him.
“Hungry?”
“Yeah baby.”
“Maybe we should cancel the table, I don't think we'll be leaving the room tonight.”
Bam grinned. “Promise?”
“Oh yes darling, I promise,” Ville said, his voice husky and even deeper than usual, his eyes dark and hooded.
Shivering, he took a deep breath for control and leaned against his lover to look at the menu. While he understood some of the words, his Finnish was still, at best, minimal.
“Can you order then baby?”
“Of course, any preferences?”
“Nah, it's your birthday, get whatever you want.”
Ville grinned at him and Bam raised an eyebrow, a silent question that went unanswered as hs lover turned and picked up the phone. Listening to the older man speak, he leaned over the edge of the edge of the bed to take the present he was going to give Ville from the bag. He always loved Ville's voice, but there was something about listening to him speak Finnish that did quivery things to his insides.
“Love?”
He blinked, realising that Ville had put the phone down and he'd just been staring, completely entranced by Ville's gorgeous face and deep timbre. Blushing a little, he cleared his throat. “Sorry baby, what did you say?”
“I just said I was all done, are you okay?”
“Yeah I was just... I got distracted, that's all.”
“Distracted?”
“I was listening to your voice.”
“But you didn't hear what I said?”
“I uh, wasn't listening to what you were saying baby. I'm sorry, I didn't notice that you were speaking English again.”
Chuckling quietly, Ville leaned forward and kissed him. “I do love you,” he said softly. Sitting back, Ville's gaze flicked down and he grinned. “Is that for me?”
“Yes.” Bam grinned back at his lover, giving him the present. Looking at it a little dubiously, Ville raised an eyebrow.
“It's not another dildo, is it love?”
“No.” Rolling his eyes, he laughed and poked his lover. “Just open it.”
“How many ribbons did you need Bam?” Ville shook his head laboriously untying the over the top number of velvet ribbons he had tied all round the gift. Finally down to the paper, he stopped.
“Baby?”
“Just savouring the moment.” Ville smiled darkly at him and he had the impression his lover wasn't being entirely honest with him.
“Baby what?”
“Nothing.” Ville smiled wider and unwrapped the gift. “Oh my love, is this a Shure?”
“Yup.” Bam grinned, his excitement momentarily overwhelming his curiosity. “Custom.”
“Bam,” Ville whispered, leaning into him and kissing him so passionately, it took his breath away.
“You like it then?” he gasped.
“I love it, I love you!” Ville pushed him back onto the bed. He carefully placed the microphone on the bedside table and crawled over him. “There's one more thing I want to unwrap.”
“Oh?” Bam stared up at his lover and swallowed at the depth of desire evident in emerald green.
“Mmm hmm,” Ville whispered. “You.”
“I'm not wrapped up baby.”
“Not yet, no.” His lover tugged his robe open, stroking a hand down his chest. “Take it off.”
Sitting up, Bam peeled the robe off and Ville pushed him back down.
“Trust me?”
“With everything I am,” he replied softly. Smiling, Ville kissed him gently and pushed his arms back over his head, tying him to the frame of the bed with the ribbons from his gift. “Baby?” he murmured, tugging experimentally at his bonds. They were firmly tied.
“You have to be wrapped to be unwrapped sweetheart,” Ville said, shifting further down. “Mmm, now this is the part I'm looking forward to unwrapping.” He slowly weaved a ribbon around his erection and tied a bow at the top. Groaning at the soft touches, Bam arched up, trying to feel more.
“Patience my love,” Ville said quietly, running a finger up the underside of his dick.
“Aren't you going to unwrap me baby?” he asked hopefully, bucking up again. Ville smirked.
“Not yet Bam, I want to play with my toy first.”
“Toy?” Bam tugged on his bonds again, chest tightening slightly with an odd combination of nerves and excitement when he realised just how securely he was tied.
“You my love.”
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered. Ville could tease him to the edge of tears and desperation at the best of times, he didn't stand a chance tied down.
“Exactly.” Humming in satisfaction, Ville got up and stripped off his robe, hard cock bobbing slightly as he got back on the bed and knelt between his legs. “Now, where to start.”
Bam breathed out slowly. “What are you going to do?”
“Whatever I want, sweetheart, it's my birthday.” Eyes gleaming with dark light, Ville leaned over him again, propped up on all fours, not touching any part of him, just staring. The tip of his tongue poked out, swiping over pink lips slowly.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” Ville murmured. “Lying there naked, laid out just for me.” He sighed, lifting a hand to stroke down the centre of his chest. Breathing in deeply, Bam pushed his chest up for more contact and Ville tutted quietly, pulling his hand away.
“Now love, lie still or I'll tie you right down till you can't move at all.”
Need shot through him, piercing his groin with an electric desire, his dick hardening even more, constricting the ribbon around him. “I'll try baby.”
“Good boy,” Ville said with a smirk. “I want to enjoy you and that wouldn't be as easy if I had to tie you down more.”
“Easy?”
“To move you how I want you.” Ville grinned at him, lifting his hand again, fingetips sliding softly over his neck, down to his shoulder and up his arm, tickling the inside of his elbow. He squirmed, little sparks lighting his body.
“Ville,” he gasped.
“Yes love?”
“Tickles.”
“Does it love?” Ville chuckled, leaning further over to smooth his lips up his bicep. “Does this tickle?” He licked across the inside of his elbow and Bam squealed, his arm twitching helplessly, cock jerking.
“Yes,” he whispered, staring pleadingly at his lover.
The older man knelt back again, lips just curled up at the corners. He trailed both hands casually up and down the insides of his thighs, tickling him again, yet driving his lust on higher.
“Baby,” he moaned, unable to help spreading his legs wider. His chest tightened against the rising feeling of fluttering in his belly, making him breathless and he couldn't move, couldn't touch his lover, couldn't draw him down on top of him to feel the weight of his body, the velvet of his skin, the press of sensuously full lips against his mouth. It was driving him insane already. “Please, need to feel you baby.”
“Feel what?” Ville bent over him again, head dipping opver his chest. Hot, wet tongue darted out suddenly, flicking over one nipple. Electricity arced through him, every muscle clenching tightly at the simple touch.
“You Ville please, touch me, kiss me, something.”
“I am,” Ville said with a low chuckle, breath hot against his skin. Ville kissed his nipple, wet and openmouthed before sucking hard on the tight nub. It was like he had a direct connection between his nipples and his dick, the urgent sucking warmed his groin and made his dick pulse against the ribbon wrapped round it. He needed to come so badly, needed to feel his lover inside his body, plunging deep, stretching him wide, fucking him into oblivion.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck Ville can't...” He wanted to touch his husband, clutch tousled hair and kiss him hard, roll them over, climb on top and fuck himself till they couldn't come any more. “Please, need...”
“Hush love,” Ville whispered, licking slowly up his chest, his neck and along his jaw. He kissed him gently. “Let me enjoy this love. Your body is like physical poetry to me. I want to know you by heart, recite you from memory, word perfect, to fill the space inside when we're apart.” Green eyes smiled at him before Ville kissed him again, a slow, soft movement of lips over his, little darts of tongue stroking over his mouth and along the crease.
He sucked Bam's bottom lip into his mouth, teeth pressing into his flesh as he licked over and along the length before letting go to push into his mouth, exploring him torturously slowly.
Ville slid back again, kissing and licking down his throat, lips teasing his skin all the way down to the so far neglected nipple. Bam tugged against the ribbons again, groaning softly as he tried desperately to let his lover take his time the way he'd asked, the soft, wet smoothness of Ville's mouth against his heated skin was almost too much and not being able to do anything about it was driving him out of his mind.
Fingers joined in, stroking across his belly and down to his thighs again, electric impulses from all over his body clenching his muscles, tightening his balls, leaving him breathless and aching with overwhelming need.
A sudden knock on the door shattered through his haze of agonised desire and Ville pulled away. He cried out pathetically at the the total loss of contact.
“Patience sweetheart,” Ville said softly, getting up and pulling on his robe. “That will be room service.”
Bam whined. “Baby, please, please don't go.”
“I won't be a moment.” Ville dug quickly through their discarded clothing for his wallet, leaving the room. Bam stared at the door in stunned disbelief. He was going to die, really, truly die. If he didn't explode from pent up frustration then he was going to have a fucking heartattack. His heartbeat was out of control, chest so tight he wondered if this was what asthma felt like. Trying to sit up, he yanked at the ribbons hard, grunting when they just seemed to get tighter.
He wasn't sure if he was panicking or not, he trusted Ville implicitly, knew his lover wouldn't leave him hanging but he wasn't sure how much longer he could cope with Ville's slow, methodical torture, knowing that he couldn't move.
“Darling, stop.” Ville hurried over, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking his face. “You'll hurt yourself. Do you want to stop?”
Bam froze. Did he want to stop? His love and need and sheer horny curiosity overwhelmed his slightly uneasy desperation.
“No,” he whispered. “I just want you.”
“Give me a word my love,” Ville said softly, stroking his hair back. “Something weird and I promise if you say it I'll stop and I'll untie you straight away.”
“Baby, I'm okay,” he said earnestly.
“It doesn't matter, I should have thought of it before,” Ville said, kissing him so tenderly he felt his heart flip in his ribcage. “Give me a word.”
“Uncle,” he said. Ville quirked a smile at him, kissing him again as he slid a hand down his side, gripping his hip tightly, tongue pushing insistently into his mouth, kissing hard and deep until he was right back to being breathless and desperate, the ribbon round his dick feeling tight again.
“God baby, please,” he gasped when Ville pulled away again.
“Will you be okay for two more minutes?”
“I think so,” he said hesitantly. “Why?”
“I just want to get a couple of things to help me play with you.” Ville's expression darkened again and he shivered.
“Okay,” he breathed. He watched his lover shrug off the robe again, dropping it heedlessly onto the floor, walking naked from the room. He brought back a small pot from the sitting room then disappeared into the bathroom. Bam couldn't see what he brought out, his lover, hiding something behind his back and depositing it out of sight.
“Now, where was I?” Ville mused quietly, stroking his fingertips over Bam's stomach to his hips, almost tickling him, He climbed back onto the bed, straddling his thighs for a moment to kiss him.
“I've wanted to do this for months, ever since you sucked chocolate from my dick,” Ville murmured, grinning against his lips. He lifted up, reaching to the pot and dipping his fingers inside. Viscous, golden liquid coated them and Ville gently smeared his own lips, licking his fingertips while Bam watched, breathless in anticipation. “Want to taste my love?”
He nodded and Ville bent over him, kissing him with sticky, honey-sweet lips. Moaning, he licked over Ville's mouth, sucking the honey eagerly from his lips.
“God darling.” Ville finally sounded strained and he shifted back between his legs, his own cock leaking profusely. “So fucking beautiful, I could just look at you all day, the fact that I get to touch you too is amazing.”
“So touch me,” Bam begged. “Baby, fuck, please, you're driving me insane.”
“Can't have that,” Ville said quietly. He dipped his fingers again and pushed Bam's legs apart, sliding them down between his asscheeks, smearing his hole with honey.
“Fuck,” he gasped, shuddering needily, finally his lover was going to fill him. Ville dipped his fingers again, this time pushing two straight into his ass, spreading honey deep. “Please baby, please fuck me.”
“Not yet darling.” Ville's smile bordered on evil, eyes gleaming with mischief as he moved further back on the bed, head disappearing between his thighs as he pushed hiss legs right back. The soft slide of tongue along the line of his ass made him gasp, a lightning bolt lighting his nerves with heady pleasure.
“Fuck baby,” he cried out, pulling at his bonds again, wanting to hold his legs back, open himself to his lover completely. Ville licked slowly up and down, moaning quietly, his motion growing shorter and shorter until he was circling his asshole, tongue pressing harder and harder against him. Every muscle was tight with tension, his balls ached with need, his heart pounded hard.
“Oh God baby, please, fuck me,” he screamed. “Fuck me with your tongue Ville, please.”
Ville licked harder and pushed his tongue into his body, flicking in and out quickly until he thought he was going to pass out, bucking and writhing against hands that quickly held his hips down.
“Oh fuck, gonna come,” he gasped. Ville's hand slid to the base of his cock, wrapping tightly round the base and he whined, frustration making every muscle in his body tremble. “Baby please let me come.”
Slowly, Ville's tongue eased from his body and his lover looked up at him. “Not yet darling.”
“Ville, I'm dying,” he whimpered.
“I'll make it up to you love.” Ville grinned again before he bent down, licking over his ass again, still holding his cock tightly.
“Fuck,” he grunted, trying to rock into his lover's grip. Suddenly, something large and unyielding replaced Ville's tongue and he cried out again as he was stretched wide and the length of Ville's dildo pushed inside him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he panted, back arching, his whole body convulsing from the fucking wonderful feeling of being filled up even if it wasn't his lover's cock inside him.
Head dropping back, he rocked urgently against the thrusts of silicone into his ass, his lover sliding up the length of his body to kiss him, hard and deep. He felt his lover's hands on his dick but before he could even work out what was going on, Ville had pulled back and straddled him and intense, tight heat was enveloping his dick as his lover lowered himself onto his cock.
He was going to lose his mind, pressure built in his groin rapidly, the sensation of being fucked while he was fucking his lover was just too much.
“Ville!” he screamed. It felt like every cell in his body was exploding, ecstasy streaming along his nerves, body convulsing helplessly as he came hard and everything went black.
@>*~
“Darling,” Ville whispered, hand stroking his face gently. “Darling, wake up.”
“Please tell me that wasn't a dream,” he murmured, frowning as he opened his eyes. He wasn't tied up, he didn't have a dildo up his ass, there was no condom on his dick.
“No love, it wasn't a dream.” Ville kissed him and he could taste himself and honey on his lips. “You passed out.”
“Wow baby, really?” He blinked and focused on his lover's face. Now he was fully awake again, he could feel the pleasant ache in his ass and tight soreness round his wrists confirming that his lover really had tied him up, teased him and worked him up so high that he'd actually passed out. “Fuck baby, that's insane.”
“Certainly memorable, darling.”
“Don't let it go to your head baby,” Bam chuckled.
“You mean I don't get bragging rights?” Ville pouted prettily at him and he giggled quietly.
“Okay baby but don't advertise it too much.”
“Would I?” His lover sniffed, bottom lip sticking out even further so he couldn't resist lifting his head a little to suck it into his mouth gently. Ville chuckled quietly, kissing him back.
“Mmm, I love you baby.”
“I can't even tell you darling how much I love you and how much I appreciate today,” Ville sighed. “This has been amazing Bam, thank you.”
“Anything for you Ville,” he whispered, sighing happily, chest warm and stomach fluttery with deep love.
Ville kissed him again. “Are you hungry love?”
“Yeah baby.”
“You stay there sweetheart, I'll bring the food in here so we can relax in bed.”
“Okay.” He smiled, watching Ville get up, beautiful in his unashamed nudity. “I love you.”
Ville turned at the door and smiled back at him. “I love you too.”
@>*~
After their traumatic parting the first time he'd gone on tour, they had come to the decision that Ville would no longer accompany him to the airport. It had nothing to do with not advertising their relationship and everything to do with the fact that Bam didn't think he'd be able to leave if his husband went to the airport with him.
It was hard enough leaving him at their tiny house. Linde had his arms wrapped round Ville and Mikko was dragging him to the door as he reached out tearfully for his husband.
“I love you,” he breathed. “There's another birthday present for you in my cupboard.” Ville burst into tears as Mikko shut the door behind them.
“Fuck's sake Bam, come on, you're going to miss your flight.”
“Don't care,” he sobbed.
“Yes you do, now get in the car.”
Doing as he was told, he got into the car beside the older man and leaned against the window. His heart ached with sorrow.
“I know it's hard,” Mikko said.
“It's almost impossible.”
“You guys are completely insane.”
“I know, but I can't help it,” he said, breath hitching quietly. “I can't stand being away from him.”
“You'll get used to it.”
“Can you get used to your heart being ripped out of your chest?”
“Sataana!” Mikko exclaimed. “Suck it up man, you're married to the love of your life, you have the career of your dreams and your family and friends all love you. Can you say pretty fucking awesome life?”
Bam sniffed and wiped his face. “I know, I know, I'm sorry.”
“That's okay, I'm pretty inured to the melodrama.”
“Asshole.”
“Thank you.” Mikko smacked his shoulder and Bam almost managed a smile.
“Do you want me to come in with you?”
“No thanks, I just want to go now.”
“Okay, try to have have Bambam.”
“I'll try.” He got out of the car, shouldering his luggage, reaching for his cell as it started to vibrate in his pocket. He answered it, walking into the airport. “Ville?”
“Darling I love you!”
“I love you too baby.”
“It's so beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Yes sweetheart, I'll treasure it. Why did you wait to give it to me?”
“I chickened out,” he sighed, approaching the check-in desk.
“Oh Bam why?”
“I don't know, I just wasn't that confident,” he paused, forcing a smile at the man behind the desk, putting his luggage on the scale before handing over passport and ticket.
“What, that I'd like it? Darling, anything that comes from your heart like that is precious to me.”
“Yeah but... kiitos,” he said quickly to the man who gave him back his passport and boarding pass. “But you know, I've never done anything like that before.”
“Which makes it even more special to me Bam. I'm going to miss you so much.”
“I know,” he sighed. “I miss you already baby.” He wandered slowly towards the departure area, pain constricting his chest, eyes stinging with more tears he struggled to hold back.
“Remember to call me when you get there.”
“Of course I will.”
“I love you so much.” Ville sounded choked up, voice thick with tears.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “I hate leaving you so much.”
“You'll enjoy yourself sweetheart, don't worry.”
“Maybe, but I'll still be counting every minute till I see you again.”
“Me too, love, me too.”
“Baby, please put the phone down or I won't be able to go.”
Ville sighed heavily. “I know Bam, I love you, be safe.”
“Safe as I can baby. I love you too.” He squeezed his eyes shut as the call cut off. At least his lover had liked his final gift. It had taken him hours to put together photos, reviews and articles of them both from magazines and newspapers into a collage. It hadn't been the collage that he'd really worried about though, it had been the poem he'd written for his husband in the centre of it.
But like Ville had said, it had come from his heart and it was another way for him to express his feelings for Ville, one that his lover could keep with him when the physical reminders of tattoos and jewellery weren't enough and they couldn't speak on the phone. Just like he had his framed photograph, the first photo of them together that Ville had given him and Tosh had teased him about mercilessly throughout their first tour together.
At least his roommate didn't have a problem with him or Ville though, it made being on tour substantially easier having at least one friend who knew.
Passing through security, he sighed. It was time to go.
the end