Disclaimer: you know the drill, I don't know them, this never happened etc.
Bam hurried over to his laptop and switched it on, stripping out of his jacket and sneakers while he waited for it to load up. Sitting down he signed straight into messenger.
“Come on, come on,” he muttered. The screen came up and Ville wasn't online. “Fuck!”
“Dude, what's up?”
“Nothing,” Bam said sulkily, glancing up at his friend Tosh. “No one's online.”
Tosh snorted. “You mean Ville isn't online.”
“Well duh.” Bam rolled his eyes and tried not to pout.
“Why don't you just call him?”
“I will, I'll just check my emails first I guess.” He scanned his mailbox and raised an eyebrow when he saw that his lover had sent him an email with a huge attachment. Grinning, he clicked on the link and read the email.
'Darling, I can't wait for you to get home so we can celebrate our first Christmas together. I had a little accident with the tree... don't worry my love, I'm sure you'll appreciate the result (see pic darling). I love you, Ville'
Blinking, Bam scrolled down to see the attachment and nearly swallowed his tongue. “Oh Jesus,” he squeaked, cock surging straight up in his pants at the gorgeous, hot, fucking sexy photo his lover had sent him.
“What?” Tosh asked, glancing up from his bed where he was reading a magazine.
“Uh nothing.” Bam cleared his throat, grabbed his laptop and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He set the laptop on the cistern and leaned over the toilet, shoving his pants down around his thighs. Fisting his cock tightly, Bam stared at the picture of his lover, stroking himself hard and fast.
He really couldn't take being apart from Ville much longer, if he didn't get fucked soon he was going to explode. It wasn't even the sex, it was waking up with his lover, soft kisses before they fell asleep, cuddling and sitting in each other's laps, little jokes, talking, even their stupid sniping. Bam groaned quietly, wondering what Ville was doing now? Was he thinking about him, missing him, jacking off too?
All he wanted now was to get home, wrap Ville back up in the fairy lights, pin him to the bed and ride him until neither of them could walk.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, tightening his grip as he started to tremble, the thought of his lover's cock buried deep inside him was just too much and he came with a gasp, shooting into his hand, pleasure rocketing through his body, a poor substitute for the real thing but enough for now.
Cleaning up quickly, Bam took his laptop back into the hotel room, ignoring Tosh's little leering chuckle. He didn't give a rat's ass that his roomate knew exactly what he'd been doing in the bathroom.
“Email that good huh?”
Bam glanced at him. “You have no idea, man.”
“You guys are fricking weird you know that?”
“Why?” Bam asked with a frown.
“Man, you're eighteen, you don't drink, you're, I don't know, like married already. Not only that but you're away from home and you've been fucking faithful the whole time.”
“It's not that weird,” Bam said quietly. “I love him, why would I cheat on him?”
“Every guy on this team has cheated Bam, all that pussy throwing itself at you, you can't help it.”
“Well number one, that doesn't apply because I'm gay...”
“I've seen guys come on to you dude.”
“They're not Ville, Tosh, it's that simple. He's my everything, I don't want anyone else.” Bam sat down next to his friend and showed him the picture. “Come on man, you really think anyone else compares?”
Tosh raised an eyebrow. “Well Bam, he's a dude so I can't comment, I'll take your word for it.”
“Whatever,” Bam chuckled. He sighed. “I need to go home.”
“Only a couple more days Bam.”
“Too long.” Bam stared at the wall. “It's too long, I need to go home now.”
“You can't dude, just take it easy.”
“Wanna bet?” Bam stood up and took a running jump at the wall. He bounced off awkwardly and landed as badly as he'd planned, wrenching his ankle.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Tosh jumped up and grabbed him. “You okay?”
“Fuck yes,” Bam laughed. “I'm going home.”
“You are fucking insane.” Tosh slipped an arm round his shoulders and helped him walk down to the room where the team medic was staying.
@>*~
Bam hopped carefully up the stairs to the apartment. He was slightly nervous. Even though he knew Ville was going to be happy to see him, he might well kill him for what he'd done.
Unlocking the door quietly, he slipped inside hoping no one was home so he could hide and surprise his lover. It was all quiet so he hobbled to their room and slipped inside, stripping off his layers and layers of warm clothing until he was down to his t-shirt and sighed in relief. He hated wearing so many clothes but it was too cold out not to.
“Guys, who's in our room...” Bam span round in time to see Ville push the door open as he fell from putting weight on his bad ankle. “Bam?” Ville looked a cross between shocked, ecstatic and worried.
“Hey baby, surprise?” Bam smiled ruefully and rubbed his ankle.
His lover ran over and dropped to his knees beside him, pulling him into his arms and kissing him. “My love are you hurt? What are you doing home already?”
“Just a sprain baby, but worth it to get home early,” Bam murmured, leaning close to nuzzle his lover's neck, inhaling deeply.
Ville gasped and pulled back. “You did it deliberately?”
“I, well,” Bam sighed and met his lover's eyes. “Yeah.”
“Oh love,” Ville closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I don't know what to say.”
“Are you mad at me?” Bam asked hesitantly.
“A little, yeah,” Ville sighed. “You risk yourself skating as it is darling, why would you deliberately try to hurt yourself?”
“I missed you,” Bam whispered.
“I missed you too, but you don't risk yourself for that, Bam, do you understand?”
“But I...” Bam was stopped by his lover's hand clamping over his mouth.
“I know,” Ville whispered. He pulled away. “Get up.”
“Help me please,” Bam said softly, holding out his hand. Ville contemplated him for a moment, his expression serious.
“No,” Ville eventually replied. “You hurt yourself on purpose, I'm not helping you this time. Get up.”
Bam shivered, his lover's tone making his skin tingle. He was in trouble, he knew that, but the anticipation was both fearful and pleasurable because he never knew exactly what the older man would do. The first time he'd really done anything like this was when Ville had spanked him for cutting his hair off. It was rare and that made the anticipation even better.
He hauled himself to his feet with difficulty and balanced awkwardly, trying not to put any weight on his ankle. Ville stayed kneeling on the floor, watching him, his expression blank except for a dark gleam in his eyes that made Bam want to do anything his lover told him and beg for more.
“Go to the end of the bed, drop your pants and bend over.”
Bam breathed in deeply and licked his lips, meeting his husband's eyes. Green flashed sternly at him and he nodded, turning and hobbling carefully to the end of their bed. He stood in front of it and undid his pants, shoving them down to his knees before he bent over the black bedspread, pressing wrinkles into the smoothness as he leaned on his hands.
“Going commando, Bam?” Ville murmured. “Expecting something were we?”
“Hoping,” he said, biting his lip. He could feel Ville's eyes on him, hot and piercing and not nearly enough. His cock hardened under the pressure of his lover's gaze nonetheless.
“What were you hoping for darling?” Ville whispered. Bam could hear him shifting behind him, the sound of cloth over skin, but didn't dare look round to see.
“I wanted to come home, drop tackle you to the bed and kiss you, taste you, touch you until we came and then suck you until you were hard again so you could fuck me for hours.”
“How did you expect to drop tackle me with a sprained ankle?” Ville said softly. Bam's breath hitched as he felt his lover's breath ghost over his ass.
“It would have been worth the pain,” Bam managed. Ville smacked him across one cheek and he gasped, the sting heating his ass and making his groin ache needily.
“Wrong answer,” Ville growled. “Did you really think I wouldn't have been too concerned about you?”
“Yes but...” Bam gasped again, Ville's hand smacked him sharply across the other cheek.
“No buts, Bam,” Ville whispered, his breath hot against his skin. His tongue slid slowly up the crease of his ass and Bam groaned, his cock jerking, dripping precome over their pristine bedspread. Ville pulled away again and smoothed his hand over Bam's cheek slowly. “Explain to me exactly what you were thinking that you decided hurting yourself was a good idea.”
“I...” Bam breathed in shakily, fisting the sheets and trying not to put too much weight on his ankle. “I got that picture you sent me and I got so hard, so fast I had to run to the bathroom to jack off.”
“Thought you might enjoy it,” Ville chuckled quietly.
“Yeah I did but it just... made me feel so lonely, baby,” he said softly. “I couldn't stand the thought of another three days without you.” Ville stroked the base of his spine gently and he stopped, sighing and dropping his head. “I knew they wouldn't let me leave unless I couldn't skate.”
“So you risked your career just to see me a couple of days early?” Ville whispered, kneeling up behind him and wrapping his arms round his waist, head resting on the small of his back.
“I just jumped off the wall, it wasn't a big risk,” Bam said hopefully. He needed his lover badly and needed to not be standing up and supporting part of Ville's weight.
“Darling, any risk is too big,” Ville whispered, getting up and gently lifting Bam up and onto the bed. He tugged Bam's pants down and off his feet along with his sneakers and socks, careful of his ankle. Bam skinned off his t-shirt and lay back, holding his hands out hopefully. His ass stung a little but he didn't care he just needed to lie with his lover, feel him, hold him.
Ville crawled onto the bed, lying beside him and cuddling close to kiss him. Happily, Bam kissed back, stroking his lover, relishing the feel of warm, smooth skin over taut, lean muscles. The older man was just so gorgeous, even after close to a year together just seeing Ville- naked or dressed- still had the capacity to render him speechless and horny as hell.
They were both still very hard, Bam's cock was still leaking and he wanted nothing more than to have his lover inside him but he waited for a moment, easing back from Ville's mouth to smile gently.
“Baby, did you do what I asked?”
Ville blinked for a moment, then he smiled and nodded. “Yes my love, did you?”
“Uh huh.” Bam rolled over and dug in his bag, pulling out an envelope which he held out to the older man. “Merry Christmas lover.”
Ville chuckled quietly and leaned over him to open the bedside drawer, pulling out his own envelope. He bent his head and kissed Bam hard. “Merry Christmas darling,” he whispered pressing the envelope into his hands.
Grinning, Bam opened the envelope, watching his lover do the same. He looked over the paper and pulled a face. “Baby, it's in Finnish!”
“Well, yours is in Italian,” Ville retorted with a snort.
“What does it say?” Bam asked softly, sliding his hand up round the back of his lover's neck, squeezing gently.
“It says I'm clear my love,” Ville said quietly.
“Mine too,” Bam said, smiling widely. He pulled gently on his lover's neck and Ville leaned over him, tracing his lips with the tip of his tongue. Pressing up a little impatiently, Bam kissed his lover hard then pulled back again. “I can't wait to feel you come inside me lover, I want you to fuck me, fill me up. I want to feel your heat inside me, baby, please.”
"Are you sure?"
Bam rolled over and grabbed the box of condoms in their bedside drawer, throwing them unceremoniously into the trashcan. He picked up the tube of lube and turned back to his lover.
"I'm sure." He grinned and pressed the lube into Ville's hand. Chuckling, Ville caught his mouth, kissing him deeply as he pushed him back against the covers, sliding a leg between his thighs and rocking into his aching erection.
"Yes," Bam groaned into Ville's mouth, dropping his hands to his slender lover's ass to pull him harder against his body, the slick slide of Ville's cock along the crease of his groin inflaming him further. "Yes, I want to you fuck me so bad," he gasped.
"You're so hot like this, my Bam," Ville panted urgently, rocking faster, pushing his thigh up harder against his balls. "I can't wait to feel you properly." He bent his head and licked a line up Bam's throat to his ear, nipping his lobe before he whispered, "You wait till I get through with you."
Shivering with white-hot lust, Bam spread his legs wide and grabbed the lube from his lover's hand. He quickly squeezed the clear gel onto Ville's fingers and pushed his hand down between their bodies.
"Not very patient, my love."
"I need you too bad baby, need you inside me," Bam muttered, grunting when his lover's fingers probed his hole, cool and slick, one sliding into him deeply almost straight away. "Fuck," he muttered, pushing down hard against the intrusion, waves of sensation fluttering through his body. Any part of his lover felt so good inside him.
"You feel tight," Ville murmured, his expression intense in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pumped his finger rapidly in and out of Bam's body until the shocks of pleasure were almost too much yet not nearly enough.
Bam shoved his hips down hard, panting breathlessly. "More baby, need more."
Nodding, Ville kissed him quickly and slid down his body, pushing a second finger inside him. It burned for a moment and Bam groaned, letting his head drop back as he got used to the stretch again. He couldn't get anywhere near as deep when he fucked himself with his fingers, usually while he was on the phone with Ville. Next time he'd have to take the dildo with him.
His lover pushed up rubbing his prostate hard as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and worried it with his teeth. Lightning shot through him and Bam screamed, arching up, fucking himself harder with his lover's fingers as he shot come all over his stomach. It had been way too long.
Heaving in a breath, Bam grinned at his husband, whose eyes were so dark the rim of green was barely visible around the black. Ville's fingers continued to work him and small shudders of pleasure racked his body.
"Are you going to fuck me baby?" he asked softly, still panting slightly.
"Oh yes." Ville smiled darkly and swipe his hand through the puddle of come on his belly, using it to slick up his cock. Bam felt his mouth go dry as he watched his lover spread his come over his erection. "Hands and knees, darling."
Biting back a whimper, Bam rolled over and pushed himself up onto all fours. Ville moved up behind him, grabbing his hips immediately. He slid his cock into the crease of Bam's ass and rocked gently against him, teasing them both. Bam groaned and dropped forward onto his elbows to open himself more in a silent plea.
"God Bam, you're too sexy. I love you," Ville murmured, lining himself up and pushing into Bam's body.
"Love you too," Bam grunted, pushing into the stretch, biting his lip at the feel of the silky, hot, bare skin of Ville's cock sliding into him. He pushed back harder, taking his lover deep inside with one stroke.
"God you feel good, my love," Ville moaned, sliding one hand up to clutch at his shoulder. Pulling back, Ville bent over to kiss the base of his neck, thrusting into his body deeply, filling him up.
Yeah baby," Bam gasped, looking back over his shoulder to see his lover's face, tight with concentration, cheeks flushed, tongue flicking out occasionally to moisten his lips. He was so gorgeous, so sexy, Bam couldn't help pushing back harder. "Love you baby, God I love you, fuck me."
His cock hardened again as Ville thrust into him again and again and Bam reached back, grasping his lover's hip to tug at him urgently.
"Oh God darling, yes," Ville gasped, slamming hard into his body. Bam groaned, dropping his head onto his forearms. "Yes!" Ville plunged into him, jerking hard, heat spreading through his ass.
"Baby, that feels so good," Bam murmured, holding his lover deep, stroking his hip gently.
"You have no idea love," Ville whispered, kissing his neck. He swept his hand round to Bam's chest, playing for a moment with his nipple.
Shivering, still hard and needy, Bam pushed up again to give his lover better access.
"Easy my love," Ville said softly.
"Baby, I need to come again, please," Bam begged breathlessly, his groin tight with need.
Ville pulled out of his body and Bam groaned quietly, feeling the lack immediately. He could feel his lover's come inside him, trickling warmly out of his ass.
Hands sweeping over his back, Ville shifted and Bam suddenly felt his lover's breath caress the base of his spine.
"Ville?" he whispered, hardly daring to hope he knew what he was going to do.
"Just enjoy my darling," Ville said, grasping his cheeks and pulling them apart.
"Oh God," Bam squeaked, biting his lip at the first touch of his lover's tongue, a slow, wet slide up the crease of his ass, barely skimming the entrance to his body. He dug his fingers into the bedspread and pushed back into the slick probe.
Moaning quietly, Ville pushed harder, lapping against his asshole, licking up his come as it leaked from Bam's body.
Apart from licking honey from his ass, it was possibly the hottest thing his lover had ever done to him and Bam reached down, wrapping his fist tightly around his cock, jacking himself in time to hot, wet darts of tongue into his body, his lover licking him clean.
"Fuck Ville," he gasped. "That feels so fucking good baby, so good."
Fingers dug harder into his skin and Ville pushed against his hole, lapping hard. Heat and light exploded through his body and Bam cried out, bucking and jerking into his hand, coming over the bed.
Ville pulled back slowly, nipping his asscheek gently.
Bam giggled. "Merry fucking Christmas."
Laughing, Ville rolled him over and pulled him into his arms. Bam snuggled close and lifted his head.
"What, no kiss?"
"You don't want to wait?" Ville asked quietly, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"For what?"
"For me to brush my teeth."
Bam snorted. "Baby, you know that doesn't bother me, kiss me damn it."
Grinning wider, Ville kissed him, tongue parting his lips so Bam could taste himself mixed with his lover's come.
"You know," Bam mused, pulling back. "I fucking love rimming you, maybe we should keep a bottle of mouthwash in here so we don't have to get up and run to the bathroom straight away when we do it."
Ville laughed and shook his head. "Sweet but weird my love."
Pouting a little, Bam kissed his lover again briefly. "You always say that."
"Because it's true, sweetheart. Anyway mouthwash will only help if we have sex in here." Ville stopped and grinned wickedly at him.
"True," Bam laughed. He reached up to push his lover's hair from his forehead. "Still mad at me baby?"
"No love, but don't you dare ever deliberately hurt yourself again, do you understand me?"
Bam sighed. "Yeah baby, I'm sorry, I promise I'll never do that again."
"Thank you, my love." Ville kissed him softly and stroked his cheek gently. "Shall we go and see if the boys are home? I'm sure they'll be glad to see you."
"Okay baby." Bam kissed him back and nodded. "I love you."
"Love you too sweetheart."
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