"That, my friend," Bam slurred slowly and very deliberately, "is the lamest dare I have ever heard."
"No s'not." Ville squeezed one eye shut and frowned, glaring unsteadily.
"Yeah, it is, dude... man, I don't need to be dared to do that, I don't even need to be drunk."
"So do it."
"No, I want a better dare, come on fucker, gimme a better dare."
"Okay okay, I just need another drink." Ville swigged back some vodka, trying to focus enough to think up another dare. He watched Bam lift a bottle of beer to his mouth, lips parting to wrap round the opening. His throat tightened and his groin stirred and he smirked slowly at the younger man. He knew exactly what to dare him.
Bam put his beer down and stared back at his friend. He didn't like that look, even if it did make the singer look dangerously sexy. "What?"
"I've got a dare for you," Ville said softly. That was if he dared to ask.
Swallowing, Bam nodded slowly. "Okay, go for it."
"I dare you... I dare you, to blow me."
"Wh-what?"
"Blow me."
"As in suck you off?" Bam asked, needing to make sure it wasn't just his alcohol-saturated brain that was making him think that his best friend had just dared him to blow him.
"Yeah."
"You want me to blow you?"
"You wanted a dare, you got one," Ville said, sitting up and poking the younger man in the chest. "Now, are you gonna take it, or am I gonna have to call you a pussy?"
"Them's fighting words!" Bam lunged at the older man, shoving him back on the bed and fumbling with his zipper.
"Whoa, easy," Ville gasped, his cock hardening far too quickly considering how drunk he was.
"You want me to blow you or not?" Bam muttered as he pulled Ville's jeans and underwear down. His eyes widened at the sight of his friend's dick. It wasn't as though he'd never seen the older man naked before but not hard. He was long and thick, bigger than he'd expected and he licked his lips nervously.
"I want you to pussy out," Ville said, staring down at Bam uncertainly. He was so fucking hard and he wanted the skater to blow him so much but he couldn't admit to that could he?
"Fuck you, I've never pussied out of a dare." Wrapping his hand round the base of Ville's dick, he leaned forward and licked over the head. He tasted okay, kind of salty and he glanced up, meeting wide, green eyes. He couldn't resist a smirk and parted his lips, sucking the tip into his mouth.
"Fuck," Ville groaned, breath hitching in surprised lust. Bam's mouth felt hot and wet, the slide of lips and tongue down his shaft so unexpectedly good he bucked up, wanting to feel more.
Choking, Bam pulled back, glaring at his friend. "Hey."
"S-sorry."
Bam couldn't help another smirk. "That good huh?"
"Fuck off," Ville snorted. It was but he wasn't about to tell Bam that.
"Guess I'll have to hold you down."
A thrill of lust swept through Ville and his cock pulsed, dribbling precome and he had to bite back a groan. Bam grabbed his hips, pushing him forcefully into the mattress and this time he couldn't hold it in, groaning loudly.
With a smug grin, Bam glanced up at the older man, darkened eyes and parted lips sending a shiver down his spine. And fuck it all, he wanted to blow his best friend, had actually enjoyed the heat and silk of Ville's cock against his tongue. He licked his lips and sucked his dick back into his mouth with a soft moan.
Strong fingers gripped his hips tightly, Bam's mouth swallowing him down, warm and wet and far too deep. His tongue licked round and round the underside of his dick and it was all far more than he could ever have dreamed of. Pleasure jolted through his body over and over and he strained against the younger man's hands, panting urgently for breath.
Bam couldn't quite believe the effect he was having on Ville, the writhing body under his hands and jerking cock in his mouth had his dick so hard he thought he might explode. He didn't really know what he was doing, was just trying to think what might feel good. He just hadn't expected it to feel good to him too.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Ville gasped, right on the edge. With some last shred of sense, he wrenched Bam's head up, wrapped his fist round Bam's hand and stroked hard, coming in short, jerky spurts over their combined grip.
"Ow!" Bam snapped, rubbing the back of his head. He hadn't thought about what would happen when Ville shot his load but he was shocked to find he was disappointed that Ville had pulled him back.
"Sorry," Ville whispered, breathing heavily. Absentmindedly, he licked his hand clean then pushed himself upright, meeting wide blue eyes. "Thought it might be pushing it to come in your mouth."
"Oh," Bam managed, barely preventing himself from jumping the older man. He'd never seen anything so unbelievably erotic before, Ville looking every inch the debauched rockstar he was, softening cock still hanging out, licking come off his fingers. He knew exactly what his next dare had to be.
Ville caught his friend's slow smirk and shivered, the mischievous look adding to the pleasure still streaming through him. "Bammie?"
"I dare you..."
"Uh oh."
"Shut up."
"Sorry."
"I dare you to return the favour..."
"Is that it?"
Bam stared balefully at his friend. "Didn't I just tell you to shut up?"
"Sorry," Ville said with a helpless snicker.
"Right fucker, I dare you to blow me and swallow, ha!"
Ville stopped snickering and licked his lips slowly. He'd never really imagined for a second that this could ever actually happen. Dreamed about it, sure but really truly happen? Never in a million years.
"You pussy Ville?" Bam said, hiding disappointment behind a smirk. He'd have to go and jerk off because he was still so hard it was fucking painful.
"Hell no," Ville exclaimed, taking a moment to hitch his underwear and jeans up over his dick before pushing Bam back on the bed. What he would have liked was to start with Bam's pretty lips, to have kissed and licked, tasted himself in his mouth then worked his way down his friend's gorgeous, tight, little body before blowing him but that, he was certain, could never be. Blowing, and being blown by, Bam was already more than he'd ever expected and was unlikely to ever happen again, so he intended to enjoy it.
Watching Ville pull his pants and shorts down, Bam bit his lip to stop himself from moaning. He was so hard, so ready, so fucking needy it was ridiculous. His friend contemplated his dick and Bam started to feel uncertain, what if he'd pushed it too far? But Ville had started it.
"Ville, if it's too..." A finger pressed to his lips, stopping him.
"Just admiring the goods," Ville said with a grin.
Bam laughed, then gasped as the older man bent over him and licked a stripe from root to tip. "Fuck," he murmured. Ville smirked up at him and sucked him down. Lips wrapped tightly round his shaft and slid slowly up and down, mouth hot and slick, tongue flicking over the head and fuck he was going to come way too fast if Ville kept doing that.
Bam was whimpering, actually whimpering. He'd flopped back on the bed and he was writhing under his hands, whimpering. He felt so good, solid and hot against his tongue, the skin of his cock so silky smooth, he could imagine licking and sucking forever. It was the hottest thing he'd ever done and despite the fact that he had more of an alcohol stream than blood stream by then, he could feel his cock stirring already.
Groaning, Bam bit his lip, arching up against Ville's grip. He wanted to come so badly, wanted to feel Ville swallow him down, see his friend's mouth swollen and reddened from sucking him off.
"Fuck," he gasped, "Ville, please..."
Remembering a confession from another drunken evening, Ville slid a hand up under Bam's t-shirt and pinched his nipple hard.
"Son of a bitch," Bam screamed, pleasure exploding through his body. He slammed up into Ville's mouth, shooting into him helplessly, hips jerking with each pulse until he finally calmed and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath.
"Jesus," Ville whispered, staring up at his friend in surprise. "You okay?"
"Fuck yeah," Bam panted. "You done that before?"
Ville wasn't sure whether to feel complimented or insulted. "No."
"Wow dude, you ever lose your record deal, you've got a back-up career."
He gaped for a moment until Bam started to laugh hysterically. "You fuck," he snapped, smacking the younger man's leg.
"Whatcha gonna do about it Ville, huh?"
"Bam, Bam, Bam," Ville said slowly, shaking his head. "You do realise it's my turn to make a dare."
Bam made a rude noise. He was hoping Ville would take the sex further, wanted him to but he hid it behind bravado. "Hit me with your best shot, cocksucker."
Ville raised an eyebrow. "Takes one to know one."
"Yeah, yeah stop stalling or can't you think of one?"
"You really need to learn when to back down Bammieboy."
"Really?"
"Really." Ville knelt up so the younger man could see that he was hard again.
"Lay it on me man, I can take it," Bam said, staring helplessly at his friend's crotch.
"I dare you," Ville whispered, "I dare you to let me fuck you."
A pulse of lust shot down his spine, tightening his balls and Bam swallowed hard. "What?"
"Drop your pants, bend over and let me slide my cock into your ass," Ville said quietly, starting to push his pants back down.
"Oh Jesus," Bam breathed. If he hadn't just come and wasn't so drunk he'd be so fucking hard again. In fact, if it had been a different situation, he'd already be naked, on his hands and knees and begging for it.
"You going to pussy out?" Ville asked, staring seriously at him. "Look, if it's too much I can think of something else." He didn't want to, he wanted to bury himself in Bam's body but not if it was pushing the younger man too far.
"No."
"What?" Ville gasped as his friend sat up, shoving his jeans and shorts further down. Flushing, he bent over on the mattress.
"You can fuck me."
Cock jerking needily, Ville scrambled up behind his friend and grasped his hips gently. Bam gasped, pushing back into his hands.
"Shit," Ville muttered.
"What?" Bam whispered, preparing himself for rejection.
"No condom."
Snorting in relief, Bam looked back. "Don't be a n'idiot, we're both clean and it's not like you can get me pregnant is it?"
"True." Ville smiled and squeezed Bam's ass firmly.
"Hey," Bam gasped, desire making his groin tighten further. He was going to get hard again in record time at this rate. "You gonna fuck me or what?"
"Patience Bam, I don't want to hurt you." Ville leaned over his friend, reaching for the hotel's bottle of hand lotion. The motion pressed his cock into the crease of Bam's ass and they both groaned.
"I have no patience, you know that."
"I know." Ville slicked lotion carefully over his erection. It was so surreal, bantering like he wasn't about to fuck his best friend. Thank fuck for booze and dares, he was living a dream and hopefully wouldn't lose Bam's friendship at the end of it. Positioning himself carefully, he pushed the head of his cock into Bam's body, groaning at how tight he felt.
"Oh fuck," Bam gasped, trying not to squeeze down convulsively. It didn't hurt exactly, but the stretch burned.
"You okay?" Ville whispered, stroking the younger man's back gently.
"Yeah, yeah just go slow man," Bam said, breathing in slow and deep to try and relax. Ville's dick slid a little further inside him and stretched him wider.
"I'm trying Bammie," Ville said, hanging onto his control desperately in the face of the velvet heat squeezing round his cock.
Taking a few more deep breaths, Bam nodded. "Okay." Ville pushed into him again and he gasped. He'd never expected this to feel good but it was starting to. Ville's dick slid deeper, a pleasurable pressure building in his ass, the burn of being stretched wide just added to all the feelings overwhelming him. "Oh fuck."
Ville froze. "Sorry."
"No, s'good..." Bam swallowed at the admission. "I mean..."
"Are you sure Bam?" Ville said. "You feel, fuck, so good, I want you to feel good too."
"Yeah," Bam breathed, "yeah, it's good. Ville?"
"Yeah?"
"Just, just fuck me okay?"
Ville groaned, biting back the urge to really fuck Bam and easing himself from his body, thrusting slowly back inside him. It was amazing, he was inside Bam, fucking him, and it felt so fucking good it didn't matter how drunk he was or how recently he'd come, he was almost there already.
"Christ, you're fucking tight," he moaned, sliding back and thrusting a little harder, rapidly losing his control.
Dropping down onto his elbows, Bam buried his face in his forearms, biting down on his cosmic pope tattoo, trying not to voice his growing pleasure. Ville thrust into him again, hitting something that sparked desperate need through his body and he grunted, shoving himself back hard into the next stroke, impaling himself deeply. Pleasure ripped through him and he cried out, muffled by the tattooed flesh in his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Bam, fuck I'm so sorry," Ville groaned, unable to stop, jerking hard and fast into his friend's body uncontrollably.
Bam groaned in frustration, it was so good and he was so hard and there was no way he could come just from this. "Don't apologise, just fuck me harder, damn it."
"Harder?" Ville gasped in surprise, cock jerking in the constricting heat.
"Yes!" Bam rocked back again, shoving himself into a hard stroke and crying out at the bolt of pleasure as Ville's cock hit that spot inside him again.
"Fuck Bammie, gonna come," Ville gasped, plunging harder and faster into his friend, tension coiling tight then bursting free as he thrust deep, coming hard inside his best friend's body.
"Aw man," Bam sighed, he'd wanted to come with Ville inside him. His friend flopped forward onto his back, wiping his sweaty face on his skin.
"You okay?" Ville whispered, concern building now passion had been sated. What if he had pushed it too far?
"Fuck yeah, that was..."
"I didn't hurt you?"
"No man, it was, um, actually it was kinda..." Bam paused, lifting his head to look back at his friend. And fuck that was a mistake, Ville looked fucking hot, flushed, sweaty, hair plastered to the side of his face and he definitely wanted a turn now. "Kinda good," he admitted.
Ville withdrew slowly and carefully from his body and grabbed a tissue from the side to clean himself off. They lay down on the bed, facing each other, neither quite able to meet the other's gaze.
"So I, uh, I guess it's your turn," Ville ventured hesitantly, wondering what Bam could come up with after that to one-up him.
"What?" Bam blinked at Ville in shock, not having a clue what his friend meant.
"To dare me Bammie." Ville smiled softly. "You're going to have to think of something pretty good after that."
"Is that right?" Bam snorted.
"Yup."
Looking at the older man, Bam contemplated his choices. His dick was still achingly hard and he wanted more while they were still in this drunken state where, it seemed, they could do or say anything. He wanted to fuck his best friend but more than that, he wanted to see.
"I dare you." He paused to clear his throat. "I dare you to ride me." He felt his cheeks heat up and he had to look down.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You're sure?"
"Yes Ville, jeez. If you're gonna pussy out just say, what's your problem?"
"No, it's just, well are you sure you want to be able to see me?"
"What kind of a fucking question is that?"
"I don't know," Ville said in a tiny voice. "I just thought it might be easier, you could imagine I was a girl or something."
Bam's breath left his lungs in a rush of hurt. "Is that uh, is that what you were doing then?"
"No," Ville whispered, unable to look at his friend for fear of what he'd see. "I was very aware that I was having sex with you, Bam."
"Oh." Bam lifted his gaze again, his friend's admission making him feel a little more brave. "Yes I want to see you," he said softly. "I got hard from you fucking me man."
"Really?"
"Yes really." Bam shook his head. "Fuck I must really be drunk to admit that!"
"Yeah well, ditto." Ville sat up and got on his knees. "So um, maybe we should..."
"Get naked?"
Ville chuckled, the entire situation was too bizarre not to find it funny. "Yeah."
"It'll be more comfortable." Bam sat up and wrenched his t-shirt over his head. Lying back, he kicked his jeans and shorts off and watched Ville strip more slowly. He looked skinny and Bam frowned in momentary concern.
"What?" Ville said, feeling self-conscious.
"You've lost weight."
Ville flushed. "Yeah," he said with a grimace. "Touring."
"No excuse dude, have you seen the size of Jess lately?"
Snickering, Ville shook his head and moved to straddle his friend's thighs. He reached for the lotion again, squirting the cream into his palm, this time reaching for his friend's dick to slick it thoroughly. Bam groaned, rocking into his fist until he finally let go. Watching the younger man carefully, Ville shifted forward, leaning over him as he reached back to hold Bam's cock in place, lowering himself until he felt the push against the entrance to his body.
Bam squeaked as heat and tightness slowly started to envelop his dick. He stared up at Ville in renewed awe at how slowly he'd managed to fuck him earlier. It was taking every ounce of his self-control to keep from grabbing Ville's hips and yanking him all the way down onto his dick.
"Fuck that's..."
"Yeah," Ville said with a nod. He eased himself lower, grunting with the intensity of the stretch. It wasn't the first time he'd had something in his ass, his daddy owned a sex shop after all, so he knew it could feel good, he just hadn't taken anything as big as a dick before.
"Oh fuck Ville, you okay?"
"Yeah," Ville whispered, breathing slowly to control his lungs as he relaxed and slid all the way down. "Feels good."
"Yeah huh?" Bam agreed, gripping Ville's hips tightly, trying not to move till the older man was ready.
Leaning forward again, Ville put his hands on Bam's chest and rolled his hips experimentally. The slide of cock out of his ass was almost as good as having him inside and he rocked back quickly, groaning at the burning pleasure that flashed through his body. Unbelievably he felt his groin tighten and he moaned, rocking himself quickly over Bam's thick length.
"Fuck," Bam gasped, staring up at his best friend, watching the play of emotions over his expressive face, the grimace that could have been pain or pleasure but from the noises he was making and the way he kept moving over his dick, Bam guessed was pleasure. He was beautiful. He gripped Ville's hips harder, thrusting up into every downward stroke, fucking his friend, encouraging him to move faster as pleasure grew in his groin, spreading through his body too fast.
Ville dug his fingers into the younger man's chest, moving faster as his dick hardened again. Bam was whimpering again and it was all so fucking hot. He needed to come.
"I dare you," he started.
"What?" Bam groaned, wondering how he could concentrate on another dare when he was living every wet dream he'd had since he was twenty years old.
"I dare you to jack me off right now," Ville gasped out.
"Oh fuck man," Bam said, levering the fingers of one hand from their deathgrip on Ville's hip. He wrapped his hand round his friend's cock and stroked hard, quickly matching the rhythm of Ville's hips, the way his best friend was riding him.
"Yes, like that," Ville hissed, starting to shudder, pleasure rippling through him.
"Ville please," Bam groaned, thrusting up harder and harder. Suddenly, Ville cried out and sat down hard, splattering his stomach hot and wet, ass clenching down round his cock. Bucking up, he thrust deep into the older man and came with a groan, pleasure blazing through every nerve. "Fuck."
"Yeah." Ville took a deep, shuddering breath and eased himself up, collapsing half on Bam, half on the bed.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, sleepy."
"Mmm." Bam wrapped an arm round his friend's shoulders and closed his eyes. What a fucking great night.
@>*~
His pounding head woke him and Bam groaned, rolling over and slowly opening his eyes. Then it hit him. He was alone.
"Oh no," he whispered, forcing himself upright. The room was a disaster, littered with room service dishes and empty bottles of wine, beer and vodka. "No, no, no!" What the fuck had he done? He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. This was the worst thing ever in the entire history of the planet.
Suddenly, he heard water running then the bathroom door opened and Ville stumbled naked into the room, hair sticking out all over the place. He wandered over to the bed and dropped down next to him, groaning loudly.
Ville rubbed his forehead and sighed. "My head hurts," he muttered, not quite looking up at his friend. He had no idea how Bam was going to react after the events of the previous night so he was trying to act like everything was normal.
Bam stared at his friend. Was that it? That was all he was going to say? Instead of feeling grateful that Ville appeared to be ignoring what had happened between them, he just felt hurt. It had been one of the best, if most terrifying, nights of his life and even though he didn't want it to come between them, he wanted something.
"Oh," he said, looking away again.
Sighing, Ville sat up. Bam wasn't going to let it go, he just hoped he could salvage their friendship. "Bammie, I... listen, last night," he started slowly. "We were drunk and messing about I mean... it doesn't have to change anything, mean anything, you know?"
"Is that how you feel?" Bam asked softly.
"Well I..." Ville bit his lip. He didn't really know what to say, Bam was very good at telling when he was lying.
Bam pushed himself up off the bed and started to get dressed. "I think I should probably go back to my room."
"Bam?"
"I'll see you later."
"Bam wait," Ville said, starting to worry. Was the younger man hurt?
"I said I'll see you." Bam headed for the door.
Desperate to stop him, Ville said the first thing that came to his mind. "I dare you to stay."
Bam stopped, shock and hope flaring. "It's not your turn," he whispered.
"What?"
"To dare, it's not your turn."
Ville blinked and licked his lips slowly. "So dare me."
"I dare you," Bam paused, taking a deep breath, stomach fluttering with nerves. "I dare you to tell me the truth, what did last night mean to you?"
"Everything," Ville whispered.
"Really?" Bam squeaked, heart swelling until he could barely breathe.
"Yes." Ville bit his lip nervously, staring at the back of the younger man's head. "Bam?"
"Yeah?"
"It's your turn again," Ville whispered hopefully.
Bam turned round and walked slowly back to the bed, sitting in front of the older man. He reached out a hand, sighing in relief when Ville took it. "I dare you to tell me what you really want... from me."
Ville's breath caught for a moment. "I want you Bammie. I want last night, every night but without the booze and the dares. I want to be more than friends."
Smiling, Bam breathed in slowly and happily. "Your turn."
Smiling back, Ville leaned a little closer. "I dare you to kiss me."
"You don't have to ever dare me to do that," Bam said happily, closing the gap and gently pressing his lips to Ville's mouth.
Moaning, Ville clasped soft curls and parted his lips to slowly lick across Bam's mouth.
"Ville," Bam whispered happily, sucking on lips and tongue and licking into his mouth. "Mmm," he murmured, pulling back. "Hey Ville."
"Yeah?" Ville said, smiling at his best friend and lover and stroking his cheek.
"When you said you wanted to do what we did last night every night, you didn't mean just at night, did you?"
Bam grinned at him and Ville shook his head, chuckling. "I meant whenever you want Bammie, whenever you want."
"Fucking rad!" Bam exclaimed, shoving Ville back on the bed and climbing over him.
"I dare you," Ville started.
Bam paused, raising an eyebrow. "It's not your turn."
"Shut up Bam," Ville sighed.
"Sorry," Bam snickered, pushing the older man's arms back against the bed. "Go on."
"I dare you to tell me how you feel."
"You're a dork."
"Bam!"
Bam smiled softly. "My dork you n'idiot. I uh, Ville, I love you. You must have known that."
"Yes but you love Ryan so, you know..."
"Euw Ville, he's like my brother. I'm in love with you, you happy now?"
"Oh yes," Ville grinned happily. "Now, do you want to fuck me?"
"No."
"No?"
"I mean yes," Bam sighed. "Ville, come on. Don't I get to hear... I mean..."
"I love you too Bammie, you must have known." He raised an eyebrow.
"Well yeah but, like you said, I love Ryan, you love Linde and Migé so..."
"I'm in love with you Bam, now will you fuck me already?"
"No."
"No?" Ville stared up at the younger man in confusion.
"No," Bam whispered, kissing him again. "I want you to fuck me."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, I dare ya."
end