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Title: Crawling Backwards
Summery: Ville is in love with Bam, but Bam only loves Ville when he’s drunk. By morning it’s forgotten and Bam goes on to believe that they’re still just friends. Ville puts up with it for his love, but it’s slowly killing him inside.
Author: Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: VAM…eventually.
Rating: NC-17 in some parts, but mostly R
Prologue
He threw the thick hotel door open and pinned me to the wall before it slammed shut again, his lips greedily planted on mine. With an almost cat-like purr, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and let out a low moan as his fingers traced idle patterns down my sides. I heard a sharp gasp escape his lips as I raked my nails down his spine, my face lifting up to connect with his in a heated kiss. For a moment our tongues battled for dominance before I submitted and allowed him free-roam. His mouth tasted of strong alcohol and expensive cigarettes.
With a wicked grin I pushed him from me and swaggered over to the plush queen-sized bed, making sure I swayed my hips seductively with each step. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. He stumbled for a heartbeat of a moment, wiping a bit of saliva off the corner of his mouth, before making his way to the bed. Blue eyes met green for the briefest of seconds before he was on me.
The bed squeaked under our combined weight, his body propped up by his arms and hovering over my prone one. With a drunken chuckle he collapsed onto me. We were a tangled heap of passion, our bodies slamming together with great force and our lips locking in long kisses. Clothing was messily peeled off and thrown to the floor, forgotten. And before long it was skin-on-skin, our primal instincts kicking in and our bodies doing a tango to an ageless beat.
In a spurt of raw energy my foot flung out and kicked the play button on the bedside CD player, the HIM song “Beautiful” dancing through the air. I wasn’t surprised to find that particular CD in, it was a regular everywhere he went. However, the rhythm of the song manipulated my nerves enough to slow my drive down.
Just one look into your eyes
One look and I’m crying
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
I felt his lips curve into a smile against my neck as he realized what song was playing. His hand ghosted over my shoulder, reading the goose bumps like brail and sending a shiver down my spine. I remember this song being edited into the sex scene of “Haggard” and the irony of it made the tips of my toes tingle with anticipation.
He seemed to pick up on my sudden change in pace and moved to gently rock his hips against mine. He placed a tender kiss on my puckered lips, his left hand bending up to rest on my heaving chest. His palm felt like soothing ice against my burning flesh and a soft sigh escaped my lips as he ran it carefully over each rib-tracing each lump before fingering the tattoo peeking out of my waistband.
His lips locked with mine as he undid my belt buckle, sucking the air from my lungs and making me pant. Teeth clanged together almost painfully as I bucked my hips upward, giving him easy access to my nether-regions. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle and giving me a drunken smile.
Just one kiss and I’m alive
One kiss and I’m on fire
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
The fiery passion between us built up to a mind-numbing speed and I couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned back down again and placed another loving kiss on me, his tongue darting out to trace my lips before sucking the bottom one into his mouth and biting down.
The sharp stab of pain mingled with the pleasure coursing throughout my body was enough to drive me over the edge. I gasped at his touch, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth and slipping down my throat. I could feel his stiff length pressing into my hip bone and I reached an experienced hand down to grasp it.
Just one touch and I’m on fire
One touch and I’m crying
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
A hiss of surprise fell from his lips as I wrapped nimble fingers around his length, his head falling to rest weakly on my shoulder. He bucked his hips down into my hand while trying to muffle his moans with sloppy kisses to my neck and shoulder.
A frantic hand reached up to tangle itself in my dark locks as I picked up my pace and pumped harder. He stopped trying to hide his moans and allowed them to build up from deep within his throat, tickling my flesh as they rumbled his lips. I wanted to hold him like this forever, having complete control over his every move in the heat of pleasure.
Just one smile and I’m wild
One smile and I’m ready to die
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
I felt a harsh shutter run all the way up his spine as he came, his body tensing up before collapsing on mine. His breath left his lungs in short pants as he moved to lie beside me, one finger lazily tracing patterns on my forearm, placing butterfly kisses on my shoulder.
“That was…” he paused, obviously trying to find the best word to commemorate the blissful occasion. “…amazing, man.”
I mentally grimaced at the impersonal pet-name, but I managed to force a smile to my lips anyway. This was the closest I was going to come to having his love, and if it made him happy then it was worth it.
“Your turn,” he whispered into my ear, catching me by surprise.
Oh, and you’re so beautiful
My darlin’
Oh, you’re so beautiful
What did he mean by my turn? We never did things this way. We usually just fucked and left…
Before I could respond he had his lips once more attached to mine and his hand running down my side, his icy fingers trailing a path to my hips. The long appendages got right to work squeezing my sack and before I had the chance to blink my length was engulfed in the velvet bliss of his mouth.
For a moment the world turned black, making my head spin and my heart pound in my chest. All of my senses became dulled except the wonderful feeling of touch. A part of me wanted to pull away, my mind unable to wrap itself around the situation. I didn’t want to believe that someone as innocent and carefree as him could be as experienced as he was. I wanted him to stay the lovable kid that I had fallen in love with. Somewhere deep down I knew that it was all a front that he put up for his fans, but that boyish front was what attracted me to him in the first place.
But I didn’t have time to think about that now.
You’re so beautiful
Oh my baby
You’re so beautiful
Unlike his fingers, his tongue was warm and welcoming as he wrapped his mouth around me. I tried and failed to suppress the moan in the back of my throat as he expertly worked his magic. This obviously wasn’t his first time.
For a second the mere thought that the object of my affection was doing this to me made me afraid of coming too soon and making a fool of myself. His tongue worked its way sensually up and down my length, sending waves of pleasurable convulsions through my entire body.
Oh, and you’re so .beautiful
Oh my darlin’, oh my baby
And you’re so beautiful
The passion in the song nearly rivaled our own as I finally came. He didn’t even think of spitting out my seed as he eagerly lapped up each drop. Never in my life have I had an experience this visceral and it takes every ounce of will in my body not to dance around the room like a schoolgirl, riding out the last waves of my orgasm as the song faded to a close.
As he collapsed beside me on the bed, one arm draped across my chest, the song “Don’t Close Your Heart” began to blast from the CD player. I instantly knew that he was listening to Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights, and no matter how much I cherished the song, I didn’t want it to ruin the mood. Kicking the small plastic box until it clicked off, I sighed happily as we were plunged into silence.
I could feel him breathing beside me, his chest heaving every now and then and his breath catching in his lungs. I couldn’t help but feel as if I had ripped a part of his innocence from him, and the thought made me physically sick. I knew that this wasn’t his first time, but it was his first time doing anything like that with me.
He didn’t say anything else as he drifted to sleep, his face nestled atop my shoulder like a pillow. I wanted to kiss him and tell him that I loved him, but I knew that by tomorrow morning it would be forgotten. It always was.
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Summery: Ville is in love with Bam, but Bam only loves Ville when he’s drunk. By morning it’s forgotten and Bam goes on to believe that they’re still just friends. Ville puts up with it for his love, but it’s slowly killing him inside.
Author: Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: VAM…eventually.
Rating: NC-17 in some parts, but mostly R
Prologue
He threw the thick hotel door open and pinned me to the wall before it slammed shut again, his lips greedily planted on mine. With an almost cat-like purr, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and let out a low moan as his fingers traced idle patterns down my sides. I heard a sharp gasp escape his lips as I raked my nails down his spine, my face lifting up to connect with his in a heated kiss. For a moment our tongues battled for dominance before I submitted and allowed him free-roam. His mouth tasted of strong alcohol and expensive cigarettes.
With a wicked grin I pushed him from me and swaggered over to the plush queen-sized bed, making sure I swayed my hips seductively with each step. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. He stumbled for a heartbeat of a moment, wiping a bit of saliva off the corner of his mouth, before making his way to the bed. Blue eyes met green for the briefest of seconds before he was on me.
The bed squeaked under our combined weight, his body propped up by his arms and hovering over my prone one. With a drunken chuckle he collapsed onto me. We were a tangled heap of passion, our bodies slamming together with great force and our lips locking in long kisses. Clothing was messily peeled off and thrown to the floor, forgotten. And before long it was skin-on-skin, our primal instincts kicking in and our bodies doing a tango to an ageless beat.
In a spurt of raw energy my foot flung out and kicked the play button on the bedside CD player, the HIM song “Beautiful” dancing through the air. I wasn’t surprised to find that particular CD in, it was a regular everywhere he went. However, the rhythm of the song manipulated my nerves enough to slow my drive down.
Just one look into your eyes
One look and I’m crying
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
I felt his lips curve into a smile against my neck as he realized what song was playing. His hand ghosted over my shoulder, reading the goose bumps like brail and sending a shiver down my spine. I remember this song being edited into the sex scene of “Haggard” and the irony of it made the tips of my toes tingle with anticipation.
He seemed to pick up on my sudden change in pace and moved to gently rock his hips against mine. He placed a tender kiss on my puckered lips, his left hand bending up to rest on my heaving chest. His palm felt like soothing ice against my burning flesh and a soft sigh escaped my lips as he ran it carefully over each rib-tracing each lump before fingering the tattoo peeking out of my waistband.
His lips locked with mine as he undid my belt buckle, sucking the air from my lungs and making me pant. Teeth clanged together almost painfully as I bucked my hips upward, giving him easy access to my nether-regions. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle and giving me a drunken smile.
Just one kiss and I’m alive
One kiss and I’m on fire
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
The fiery passion between us built up to a mind-numbing speed and I couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned back down again and placed another loving kiss on me, his tongue darting out to trace my lips before sucking the bottom one into his mouth and biting down.
The sharp stab of pain mingled with the pleasure coursing throughout my body was enough to drive me over the edge. I gasped at his touch, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth and slipping down my throat. I could feel his stiff length pressing into my hip bone and I reached an experienced hand down to grasp it.
Just one touch and I’m on fire
One touch and I’m crying
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
A hiss of surprise fell from his lips as I wrapped nimble fingers around his length, his head falling to rest weakly on my shoulder. He bucked his hips down into my hand while trying to muffle his moans with sloppy kisses to my neck and shoulder.
A frantic hand reached up to tangle itself in my dark locks as I picked up my pace and pumped harder. He stopped trying to hide his moans and allowed them to build up from deep within his throat, tickling my flesh as they rumbled his lips. I wanted to hold him like this forever, having complete control over his every move in the heat of pleasure.
Just one smile and I’m wild
One smile and I’m ready to die
‘Cause you’re so beautiful
I felt a harsh shutter run all the way up his spine as he came, his body tensing up before collapsing on mine. His breath left his lungs in short pants as he moved to lie beside me, one finger lazily tracing patterns on my forearm, placing butterfly kisses on my shoulder.
“That was…” he paused, obviously trying to find the best word to commemorate the blissful occasion. “…amazing, man.”
I mentally grimaced at the impersonal pet-name, but I managed to force a smile to my lips anyway. This was the closest I was going to come to having his love, and if it made him happy then it was worth it.
“Your turn,” he whispered into my ear, catching me by surprise.
Oh, and you’re so beautiful
My darlin’
Oh, you’re so beautiful
What did he mean by my turn? We never did things this way. We usually just fucked and left…
Before I could respond he had his lips once more attached to mine and his hand running down my side, his icy fingers trailing a path to my hips. The long appendages got right to work squeezing my sack and before I had the chance to blink my length was engulfed in the velvet bliss of his mouth.
For a moment the world turned black, making my head spin and my heart pound in my chest. All of my senses became dulled except the wonderful feeling of touch. A part of me wanted to pull away, my mind unable to wrap itself around the situation. I didn’t want to believe that someone as innocent and carefree as him could be as experienced as he was. I wanted him to stay the lovable kid that I had fallen in love with. Somewhere deep down I knew that it was all a front that he put up for his fans, but that boyish front was what attracted me to him in the first place.
But I didn’t have time to think about that now.
You’re so beautiful
Oh my baby
You’re so beautiful
Unlike his fingers, his tongue was warm and welcoming as he wrapped his mouth around me. I tried and failed to suppress the moan in the back of my throat as he expertly worked his magic. This obviously wasn’t his first time.
For a second the mere thought that the object of my affection was doing this to me made me afraid of coming too soon and making a fool of myself. His tongue worked its way sensually up and down my length, sending waves of pleasurable convulsions through my entire body.
Oh, and you’re so .beautiful
Oh my darlin’, oh my baby
And you’re so beautiful
The passion in the song nearly rivaled our own as I finally came. He didn’t even think of spitting out my seed as he eagerly lapped up each drop. Never in my life have I had an experience this visceral and it takes every ounce of will in my body not to dance around the room like a schoolgirl, riding out the last waves of my orgasm as the song faded to a close.
As he collapsed beside me on the bed, one arm draped across my chest, the song “Don’t Close Your Heart” began to blast from the CD player. I instantly knew that he was listening to Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights, and no matter how much I cherished the song, I didn’t want it to ruin the mood. Kicking the small plastic box until it clicked off, I sighed happily as we were plunged into silence.
I could feel him breathing beside me, his chest heaving every now and then and his breath catching in his lungs. I couldn’t help but feel as if I had ripped a part of his innocence from him, and the thought made me physically sick. I knew that this wasn’t his first time, but it was his first time doing anything like that with me.
He didn’t say anything else as he drifted to sleep, his face nestled atop my shoulder like a pillow. I wanted to kiss him and tell him that I loved him, but I knew that by tomorrow morning it would be forgotten. It always was.
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