Black Satin
Title: Black Satin (Sequel t Sequins)
Rating: R
Summary There isn't an ocean wide enough, or a schedule hectic enough, to keep him away.
"Ugh- I- fuck!" Bam nearly ripped the end call button clean off. Ryan shoved him, his head under a pillow to block the fluorescent lighting.
"Bam, shut up. I don't want to deal with this for eight hours and a layover." Bam glared at the mound of white cotton.
"I can't be doing this on a plane, idiot. Can't use phones."
"Good." Ryan rearranged himself, trying to get comfortable in the unforgiving airport chair. Bam studied his phone, sighing.
"You don't understand."
"You got that right." Ryan's groan was muffled when Bam kicked him in the shin. "What s your problem?"
"Just leave me alone." Ryan came out from under his soft shell. His curly blonde hair formed a halo around his head. Both eyes were bloodshot from too much partying and not enough sleep.
"Bam. Really, just because we're going to Finland does not mean you are suddenly going to guess his number. In case you never fucking realized, that number i American."
"So?" The man looked exasperated and he threw the pillow at Bam.
"So? So?! You've been trying to reach this kid for... how old are you now?"
"Uh, really? You don't know?" Ryan had the decency to look sheepish. "I'm thirty-seven."
'You were, like, thirty-two when you met him? For a whole year you saw that gu twice a day. Then, as he is leaving to the Land of Nod, or something, you decide to spill your wannabee romantic guts to him? Bam, don't be stupid. Even if you did find him, if nothing happened in a full three hundred and sixty-five days, nothing is going to happe four years afte the last time you ever saw him." He took a breath. Frankly, it was time his friend get a reality check.
"Like I said, Ry, you don't get it, and you never will. Go back to sleep." Bam refused to get worked up over this. He rummaged around in his backpack for his iPod. Better anything to listen to than tired rambling from a hungover friend.
Because, really, he was scared Ryan was right.
So he let Karen Elson' "100 Years From Now" alm him down.
-_-_-_----
Ryan woke up to heated murmurings spewing angrily from his friend's mouth. Bam's hair blocked his face from view, but as far as the man could tell his friend was having a nightmare. He shook his shoulder, and when it failed to do more than make him gasp he smacked him solidly across the face. Bam awoke, breathing heavily and his hands shaking.
"Are you okay?" Bam shook his head, silent and eyes wide. "What was that?"
"Just, um," Bam cupped his face in his hands, "bad dream, s'all. How, uh- how long 'till we land?"
"Fifteen minutes or so. You good?" Bam nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
-_-_-_-___
"Don't worry about a schedule. You driver and Terry have copies, they'll get you where you need to be. You just be ready to do what they tell you."
"I still want one- ugh." he glared at the retreating back of the event planner. Fucking high-ups, never could help you.
More than anything Bam wished he could go find a secluded little coffee shop that a person such as Ville might frequent. Dial numbers all the damn afternoon if he pleased.
'No one has 708 in Finland.' yan's voice was a broken-record in his mind. His logic ate at Bam's confidence.
Finding one boy; no, not a boy anymore. Finland wasn't heavily populated, but what it did have was spread out all the way into fuck all. He might not even be in Helsinki. He might not even be in the country at all.
'What if he's with someone else? Married even?' Bam snorted. That was one obstacle he wasn't worried about clearing. If anything, Bam had a talent for luring away pretty young things from former flames. Just because the whole Missy-phase was a bomb didn't mean anything; just nabbing the wrong gender, is all.
No, the only thought that plagued him was the possibility of Ville being dead. It was almost nonsensical, but four years was four years. A lot could happen. The skater shook his head, mentally shaking himself down. He had a mission, and he would complete it, result be damned.
-_-_-_-_----
Blood rushed in his ears. Almost reverently Bam took the headphones off, hanging them back on the listening station's hook. He felt he might be able to walk through walls if he so wished. He picked up the plastic cd case, torn between wanting to crush it close to him and hold it as if it were made of glass. He went back to the magazine stand by the counter. More than enough cover stories to choose from. All in Finnish, all that information so close and yet so far. He grabbed every single one that had what he wanted. Dazed and a little light-headed, he asked the girl behind the counter if she would give him a gist of what the first article said.
The picture inside made his knees weak.
"Um, are they playing any day soon?" Who was he kidding? If they played any time, at any place on the globe, he'd find a way to be there.
"Tomorrow. At the Garage in London."
"Could I ask you one more thing?" She smiled good-nature-ly.
"You already have, but go on." Her accent, thick but not hobbling, jarred the skater. It was so similar.
"Does it say if it's sold out?"
"Will it matter? I'm sure you could get in if you wanted to." Bam cocked his head, grinning.
"You're right."
"Do you want-"
"Yes. Please." She chuckled at his rush. Bagging the magazines up, she took his money and laughed when he nearly tore them from her hands.
"The cd too."
"I know." Stripping the box of its plastic covering in one motion, she handed it to him with a flourish.
"Good luck." Bam tipped his army cap to her on his way out.
-_-_-_-_-____
"He's with MTV, he says." Someone mumbled something in Finnish and a laugh followed. Bam stuck his hand in his pocket. The sharp little sequins reassured him he wasn't asleep.
As the door to the band's dressing room swung open a deep voice intoned "He's probably gone and stolen all our beer."
In walked Ville Valo and Bam's world froze.
He'd shucked off his jacket, and in the tight black muscle-shirt his skin was beautifully pale. (Bam wondered, from numerous concert shots he'd seen, how the fuck he managed not to die of heat stroke onstage). Four years ago this boy had been, well a boy. Now an air of danger, of punk, provided him some armour. Even made up in smudged black shadow his feminine features had been hardened by a distinct masculinity. The entirety of his left arm was covered in black vines, their thorns embracing him without harming him.
Goddamn if he wasn't the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen.
Time resumed its normal pace when his band mates laughed. Ville looked over his shoulder with a smug little smirk.
"Seppo why are you always letting in randoms?" Bam waited to be noticed. Ville's expression was priceless when he did.
His green eyes, accentuated by the makeup, seemed to grow too big for his thin face. His jaw dropped and his arms froze out at his sides.
(He rather resembled a blow up doll.)
"Oh. Oh- no way." The band pushed him farther in, chiding Seppo playfully. The older gentleman ignored them and mumbled something in Finnish. He was the first to notice Ville's paralysis. He patted his back and the singer blinked, shaking his head.
"Bam?" The bassist, Mige if he remembered correctly, sat down in a nearby chair.
"You know each other?" He pulled a pack of gum from his pocket, offering a piece to the skater.
"M-more or less." Bam deferred, taking Mige's extended hand instead.
"Well, we don't know each other. I'm Mige."
"Bam. Bass, right?" The husky man nodded, surrendering his pack to the keyboardist when he stood next to him. The drummer and guitarist chose seats on the other side of the room; the guitarist, Linde, he believed, seemed to shrink into himself even as he stretched out.
"Right, what brings you here, to our little shitty dressing room? Do we have an interview I don't know about?" Mige's easy going manner helped Bam relax.
"Naw, I don't do interviews. I just have a show with MTV. I actually came to tell you guys what a rocking show you played. I flew here from Helsinki."
"Why were you in Finland?" Ville brushed off Seppo's concerned hand, smiling tightly.
"He was there for a skate demo. Which you apparently missed." The Finn growled when his manager took the chair next to the door, making the only seat available the cough with Bam.
"You would know." Ville snarled at Mige.
"And pray tell, wh would know?" Mige shrugged, amused at Ville's push-button temper.
Having Ville this close to him had been a dream of Bam's for too long. As discreetly as he could he scooted closer, brushing a hand along Ville's side. He laughed internally when the singer had tried to keep from jumping.
"You been keeping tabs on me?" whispered the man when the others were distracted by the entrance of a crew member.
"Don't flatter yourself." hissed the singer. He answered dismissively when a question was directed at him. "I saw it was Element, and out of curiosity I checked. I wasn't going to there anyway, since I'm here." As a conversation about where to party consumed the others' attention Bam leaned in close.
"Why, though? So you could run away in case?" it was silly, but he was a little disappointed. Ville's head whipped around, his expression one of confusion.
"Run away? Why would I-"
"How does the Crowbar sound?" Ville was going to get whiplash at this point.
"What?"
"To go have a drink." The keyboardist motioned knocking back a bottle. "Got it?"
"Oh, um-" he suddenly gave them a cheshire cat grin, "me and Bam here are going to catch up. I'll see you guys tomorrow." As he stood Seppo scrutinized him.
"Oh, where?" he asked in heavily accented English. The singer's grin faltered, but managed to stay put.
"Am I nineteen, Seppo? I'll be fine. I've got this guy with me." With surprising strength he pulled Bam to his feet.
"I know, that's why I'm worried." Ville's eyes narrowed and he frowned.
"I can hold my booze. That was a fluke- I'm not alone this time." he murmured in Finnish. "You've got me, right Bammie?" he switched back, employing his old term of endearment.
"I'll take care of him. If anyone slips anything in his drink I'll kill 'em." he smiled, a bit confused on why he settled on that example. His humor was lost on the band though. Even Ville tensed. Seppo scowled at Ville, trying to plead with him.
"Do whatever you want. If that's not enough proof of what an idiot you're relying on, I don't know what would be." he opened the door for them, and once Ville had dragged Bam out, slammed it shut.
"Shit, that was a stupid thing to say."
"No, it's not your fault. You can't be expected to know." They wove between crew, venue employees, and caterers.
"If you say so. Where do you want to go anyway? I was actually digging the Crowbar too." Ville shook his head, leading him up a flight of stairs.
"We'll just go back to the hoel." Bam couldn't help his excitement at the thought of being all alone with a bed and Ville. He reached into his pocket, feeling for the panties again. A sequin poked him.
"Ow." he mumbled. Ville opened a black door covered in stickers and graffiti. The night air was refreshing after the recycled air of the venue.
"You okay? Did you trip?"
"No. Don't worry about it, just check for fans."
"Where are you parked?" Tonight the fans had been unable to find the backstage entrance, for the lot was empty save for them.
"Not far from your bus." Taking care to stick to the shadows near the wall they made their was across the asphalt. With the bus in sight Bam took the lead, forcing them into a run. He laughed, and Ville caught up to him and grabbed his hand.
-_-_-_-_-_----
"How come you won't learn to drive?"
"Why should I?" Bam shut the car off.
"Easy for you to say, you live in a city. I moved to the fucking country. hav to drive."
"You don' have o live there. You could go to Philadelphia, or New York." Bam stayed quiet. Irritating driving distances or not, Bam loved his castle.
"Come on. Ville slid out gracefully, making Bam look like a clown. Completely disregarding the passing cars Ville sauntered across the street, as cocky as you please. Bam resisted the urge to run after him and reprimand him. Rather he simply imitated him. Luckily the lanes were empty when he tried.
"Never seen this place." he told his companion.
"Probably because it's four stars, not five." joked Ville. He blocked Bam's swat.
"Shut up. I still got street in me. You think all I do is hang out in my awesome house with me awesome shit?"
"Yup. I know you haven't skated professionally a whole lot since you started making movies." A doorman let them in and they offered polite "thank yous".
"I was in Helsinki for a demo!"
"Which you bailed on, let me remind you." The lobby bathed Ville in its golden light. His pretty pale skin warmed up and Bam restrained himself from his touching his neck.
"Whatever, like you can skate." rebutted the American, trying to distract himself.
"I used to." He nudged Bam in the ribs. They set about shoving each other until a matronly old woman joined them in the elevator.
"Hey, if you know that I haven't been skating then you must have been keeping tabs on me! What lies..." It elicited a snort from the Finn.
"Keep telling yourself that." On the sixth floor they got off, glad to be out from under the offended woman.
For a moment they stood still, both waiting for the other to take the lead.
"V?"
"Right. Sorry, it's that one." He pointed to the fourth door down behind Bam. The empty corridor had an air of Old Hollywood glamour. The room added to it.
"This is cool." Ville shrugged, saying something about a shower
"Good idea, you stink. My rental is going to smell of nasty rocker." He was promptly flipped the bird before hi conquest riend disappeared into the bathroom.
He want to the bed, and when he heard the water go on he pulled the sequined panties from his pocket. That day in the airport Ville had told him he'd washed them, but he still liked to believe they absorbed something of his smell. As far as he was concerned Ville was all over them. For four years Bam had longed to see Ville. It was a frivolous love, and nothing ever came from it, except dissatisfaction with all his partners. He was getting older, and while Ville had aged into a handsome young man he was going to lose his virility.
'You're only thirty-seven, come on now.'
'Yeah, and he's only twenty-two.'
'So what? You can be a cougar.'
'The male term is sugar daddy.' Bam cringed.
"Ew. That does sound kind of gross."
"What does?" Bam yelped. He hadn't noticed the hiss of the water was gone. Ville stood in the door frame. His hair wet and framing his face, which was now devoid of makeup, made him look far more innocent than the rest of him suggested. Another new tattoo, a heartagram with vines, had been added to his pelvis. It hinted at what was hiding in his black panties.
That was the best part.
Black satin added a flimsy layer of modesty. In a neat little column three sky blue bows rested on the slight bulge of his dick. They were cut just high enough to let his ivory white thighs show, arousing Bam more than thought they would.
Bam swallowed thickly, wanting more than anything to pounce on him and take him for his own. His erection gained momentum, starting to make his pants tight.
"Nothing, never mind." He fought to keep his voice controlled. "Looks like you've given up the sequins."
"Well, what was I supposed to do? Someone had my favorite pair." His voice, already deep, dropped to a husky murmur. He spoke languidly, letting every word entice Bam on it's own.
"Oh? That's a shame." Here I was bringing them back." he held up the silver material. "Guess I'll just have to keep them." Ville smiled, his eyes hooded and his arms crossed.
"That was nice of you. You're right though, I don't need them anymore. Not when these are so easy to get off." He twirled the end of one bow around his finger. He tugged it gently and it threatened to come undone.
Just like Bam.
"Prove it, then." Ville shook his head. He stalked over, something of a predator in his stride. Climbing onto the bed he crawled to Bam on all fours. The man's eyes had darkened, and he waited with baited breath for the boy to reach him. When Ville climbed into his lap, his eyes widened.
"Excited?"
"Yes!" Bam's enthusiasm gave him a laugh. he kissed him and suddenly all the passion they'd had to hold back long ago came flooding out. Bam tore his shirt off, the panties falling out of his hand. He craved being in contact with Ville, wanting to feel all of him. Ville pushed him down, his own eyes a hazy green. He kissed him punishingly, not stopping until he couldn't breathe. Both men gasped.
"You- you have-"
"Yeah." Ville reached into the drawer, taking out lube and a condom.
"Are you clean?" Ville stopped in his tracks.
"What? Yeah, I get tested ever few months."
"Me too, and I'm clean. Forget the condom." Bam took the lube from him, holding it in one hand while cupping Ville's ass with the other. The satin was cool against his sweaty palm. He almost wished he didn't have to take them off. Ville kissed him again, undoing his zipper one-handed. Their lips bruised and both panting, they stopped simultaneously. Bam admired Ville with the eyes of a starving man. He was perfect, every inch of him exactly what he dreamed. Ville, as much as he wanted to keep the pace going, purred softly. He started pulling off Bam's pants. As the denim fell away he licked and kissed his way down his legs. Watching Bam watch him, he pursed his lips and drew them over the tent in his black briefs.
"Holy shit, V." the man tangled his hands in his hair. "Mmm." His moan was music to Ville's ears as he ran his cheek down his thigh. Having taken Bam's jeans completely off he climbed back to Bam's neck.
"You smell good Bammie." The skater tried to kiss him but ended up nuzzling his hair instead. The Finn sucked on his collarbone, trying his hardest to do so gently. Bam's nails dug into his shoulder blades, making him groan. He bit Bam's nipple, flicking his tongue along the bud. With every one of Bam's noises Ville's dick twitched.
"Enough. Fuck me, V." He didn't hesitate. Guiding Bam's hand to his crotch he helped him undo the ribbons. In his eagerness Bam nearly tore them apart. Ville's cock sprung free, and Bam squeezed some lube onto his palm, slicking Ville's member with it.
"Bam, wait, I've got to-"
"No, just you, just like that. Don't make me beg." As Ville slipped off Bam's underwear he grinned.
"I should, you know." he kneed Bam's thighs apart. "For keeping me waiting so long." he licked the tip.
"I tried! You're hard to find!" Bam's voice rose a bit as Ville entered him. He clenched his eyes shut, adjusting to the burning.
"You okay?" Bam nodded, flexing his anal muscles. The pain wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
"Go, move. I'm good." Ville started rocking his hips, thrusting in and out slowly. Bam bucked violently, and Ville groaned. He'd found Bam's spot, and both of them enjoyed it.
"Move faster!" Bam wrapped his legs around Ville's waist, rocking in time with him. The panties were built to stay on no matter who was getting fucked. There were bows on the back too. Normally a bottom, Bam's blood raced at the thought of being inside Ville.
"Ugh!" he tried to touch himself but Ville batted his hand away.
"No." Instead he took the man in hand, pumping him in time with his thrusts. As he began to lose his rhythm he could feel a tightness in his balls. "Bam- Bam, I'm gonna- fuck!" He came, shaking. He laid his head in the crook of Bam's neck as he rode out his orgasm. Ville finished Bam off, smiling when he came with his name on his lips. They lay like that a while. The silence could have gone on unbroken for days with them so completely sated.
"Your underwear is so nice Ville." Ville giggled and kissed Bam's neck. He pulled out, and Bam pouted. He was more than happily sore.
"I have a thing for girl pants." he told him as he made himself comfortable. Bam's arm supported his neck in lieu of a pillow. Ville's still damp hair tickled Bam's chin.
"How are you under me if you're taller?"
"I'm magic." Bam laughed, itching his chin. Again they settled into stillness. Ville wriggled out of his black satin using one hand.
"I love you." he said.
"I love you too." he whispered. Ville turned his head to see Bam watching him. they kissed almost as chastely as the time in the airport. Bam sneakily took the ribbon underwear from Ville.
"You have to give me your real number. I can't be grilling record store clerks on your location."
"Huh?" Bam kissed him again.
This completely made up for lost time.
Rating: R
Summary There isn't an ocean wide enough, or a schedule hectic enough, to keep him away.
"Ugh- I- fuck!" Bam nearly ripped the end call button clean off. Ryan shoved him, his head under a pillow to block the fluorescent lighting.
"Bam, shut up. I don't want to deal with this for eight hours and a layover." Bam glared at the mound of white cotton.
"I can't be doing this on a plane, idiot. Can't use phones."
"Good." Ryan rearranged himself, trying to get comfortable in the unforgiving airport chair. Bam studied his phone, sighing.
"You don't understand."
"You got that right." Ryan's groan was muffled when Bam kicked him in the shin. "What s your problem?"
"Just leave me alone." Ryan came out from under his soft shell. His curly blonde hair formed a halo around his head. Both eyes were bloodshot from too much partying and not enough sleep.
"Bam. Really, just because we're going to Finland does not mean you are suddenly going to guess his number. In case you never fucking realized, that number i American."
"So?" The man looked exasperated and he threw the pillow at Bam.
"So? So?! You've been trying to reach this kid for... how old are you now?"
"Uh, really? You don't know?" Ryan had the decency to look sheepish. "I'm thirty-seven."
'You were, like, thirty-two when you met him? For a whole year you saw that gu twice a day. Then, as he is leaving to the Land of Nod, or something, you decide to spill your wannabee romantic guts to him? Bam, don't be stupid. Even if you did find him, if nothing happened in a full three hundred and sixty-five days, nothing is going to happe four years afte the last time you ever saw him." He took a breath. Frankly, it was time his friend get a reality check.
"Like I said, Ry, you don't get it, and you never will. Go back to sleep." Bam refused to get worked up over this. He rummaged around in his backpack for his iPod. Better anything to listen to than tired rambling from a hungover friend.
Because, really, he was scared Ryan was right.
So he let Karen Elson' "100 Years From Now" alm him down.
-_-_-_----
Ryan woke up to heated murmurings spewing angrily from his friend's mouth. Bam's hair blocked his face from view, but as far as the man could tell his friend was having a nightmare. He shook his shoulder, and when it failed to do more than make him gasp he smacked him solidly across the face. Bam awoke, breathing heavily and his hands shaking.
"Are you okay?" Bam shook his head, silent and eyes wide. "What was that?"
"Just, um," Bam cupped his face in his hands, "bad dream, s'all. How, uh- how long 'till we land?"
"Fifteen minutes or so. You good?" Bam nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
-_-_-_-___
"Don't worry about a schedule. You driver and Terry have copies, they'll get you where you need to be. You just be ready to do what they tell you."
"I still want one- ugh." he glared at the retreating back of the event planner. Fucking high-ups, never could help you.
More than anything Bam wished he could go find a secluded little coffee shop that a person such as Ville might frequent. Dial numbers all the damn afternoon if he pleased.
'No one has 708 in Finland.' yan's voice was a broken-record in his mind. His logic ate at Bam's confidence.
Finding one boy; no, not a boy anymore. Finland wasn't heavily populated, but what it did have was spread out all the way into fuck all. He might not even be in Helsinki. He might not even be in the country at all.
'What if he's with someone else? Married even?' Bam snorted. That was one obstacle he wasn't worried about clearing. If anything, Bam had a talent for luring away pretty young things from former flames. Just because the whole Missy-phase was a bomb didn't mean anything; just nabbing the wrong gender, is all.
No, the only thought that plagued him was the possibility of Ville being dead. It was almost nonsensical, but four years was four years. A lot could happen. The skater shook his head, mentally shaking himself down. He had a mission, and he would complete it, result be damned.
-_-_-_-_----
Blood rushed in his ears. Almost reverently Bam took the headphones off, hanging them back on the listening station's hook. He felt he might be able to walk through walls if he so wished. He picked up the plastic cd case, torn between wanting to crush it close to him and hold it as if it were made of glass. He went back to the magazine stand by the counter. More than enough cover stories to choose from. All in Finnish, all that information so close and yet so far. He grabbed every single one that had what he wanted. Dazed and a little light-headed, he asked the girl behind the counter if she would give him a gist of what the first article said.
The picture inside made his knees weak.
"Um, are they playing any day soon?" Who was he kidding? If they played any time, at any place on the globe, he'd find a way to be there.
"Tomorrow. At the Garage in London."
"Could I ask you one more thing?" She smiled good-nature-ly.
"You already have, but go on." Her accent, thick but not hobbling, jarred the skater. It was so similar.
"Does it say if it's sold out?"
"Will it matter? I'm sure you could get in if you wanted to." Bam cocked his head, grinning.
"You're right."
"Do you want-"
"Yes. Please." She chuckled at his rush. Bagging the magazines up, she took his money and laughed when he nearly tore them from her hands.
"The cd too."
"I know." Stripping the box of its plastic covering in one motion, she handed it to him with a flourish.
"Good luck." Bam tipped his army cap to her on his way out.
-_-_-_-_-____
"He's with MTV, he says." Someone mumbled something in Finnish and a laugh followed. Bam stuck his hand in his pocket. The sharp little sequins reassured him he wasn't asleep.
As the door to the band's dressing room swung open a deep voice intoned "He's probably gone and stolen all our beer."
In walked Ville Valo and Bam's world froze.
He'd shucked off his jacket, and in the tight black muscle-shirt his skin was beautifully pale. (Bam wondered, from numerous concert shots he'd seen, how the fuck he managed not to die of heat stroke onstage). Four years ago this boy had been, well a boy. Now an air of danger, of punk, provided him some armour. Even made up in smudged black shadow his feminine features had been hardened by a distinct masculinity. The entirety of his left arm was covered in black vines, their thorns embracing him without harming him.
Goddamn if he wasn't the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen.
Time resumed its normal pace when his band mates laughed. Ville looked over his shoulder with a smug little smirk.
"Seppo why are you always letting in randoms?" Bam waited to be noticed. Ville's expression was priceless when he did.
His green eyes, accentuated by the makeup, seemed to grow too big for his thin face. His jaw dropped and his arms froze out at his sides.
(He rather resembled a blow up doll.)
"Oh. Oh- no way." The band pushed him farther in, chiding Seppo playfully. The older gentleman ignored them and mumbled something in Finnish. He was the first to notice Ville's paralysis. He patted his back and the singer blinked, shaking his head.
"Bam?" The bassist, Mige if he remembered correctly, sat down in a nearby chair.
"You know each other?" He pulled a pack of gum from his pocket, offering a piece to the skater.
"M-more or less." Bam deferred, taking Mige's extended hand instead.
"Well, we don't know each other. I'm Mige."
"Bam. Bass, right?" The husky man nodded, surrendering his pack to the keyboardist when he stood next to him. The drummer and guitarist chose seats on the other side of the room; the guitarist, Linde, he believed, seemed to shrink into himself even as he stretched out.
"Right, what brings you here, to our little shitty dressing room? Do we have an interview I don't know about?" Mige's easy going manner helped Bam relax.
"Naw, I don't do interviews. I just have a show with MTV. I actually came to tell you guys what a rocking show you played. I flew here from Helsinki."
"Why were you in Finland?" Ville brushed off Seppo's concerned hand, smiling tightly.
"He was there for a skate demo. Which you apparently missed." The Finn growled when his manager took the chair next to the door, making the only seat available the cough with Bam.
"You would know." Ville snarled at Mige.
"And pray tell, wh would know?" Mige shrugged, amused at Ville's push-button temper.
Having Ville this close to him had been a dream of Bam's for too long. As discreetly as he could he scooted closer, brushing a hand along Ville's side. He laughed internally when the singer had tried to keep from jumping.
"You been keeping tabs on me?" whispered the man when the others were distracted by the entrance of a crew member.
"Don't flatter yourself." hissed the singer. He answered dismissively when a question was directed at him. "I saw it was Element, and out of curiosity I checked. I wasn't going to there anyway, since I'm here." As a conversation about where to party consumed the others' attention Bam leaned in close.
"Why, though? So you could run away in case?" it was silly, but he was a little disappointed. Ville's head whipped around, his expression one of confusion.
"Run away? Why would I-"
"How does the Crowbar sound?" Ville was going to get whiplash at this point.
"What?"
"To go have a drink." The keyboardist motioned knocking back a bottle. "Got it?"
"Oh, um-" he suddenly gave them a cheshire cat grin, "me and Bam here are going to catch up. I'll see you guys tomorrow." As he stood Seppo scrutinized him.
"Oh, where?" he asked in heavily accented English. The singer's grin faltered, but managed to stay put.
"Am I nineteen, Seppo? I'll be fine. I've got this guy with me." With surprising strength he pulled Bam to his feet.
"I know, that's why I'm worried." Ville's eyes narrowed and he frowned.
"I can hold my booze. That was a fluke- I'm not alone this time." he murmured in Finnish. "You've got me, right Bammie?" he switched back, employing his old term of endearment.
"I'll take care of him. If anyone slips anything in his drink I'll kill 'em." he smiled, a bit confused on why he settled on that example. His humor was lost on the band though. Even Ville tensed. Seppo scowled at Ville, trying to plead with him.
"Do whatever you want. If that's not enough proof of what an idiot you're relying on, I don't know what would be." he opened the door for them, and once Ville had dragged Bam out, slammed it shut.
"Shit, that was a stupid thing to say."
"No, it's not your fault. You can't be expected to know." They wove between crew, venue employees, and caterers.
"If you say so. Where do you want to go anyway? I was actually digging the Crowbar too." Ville shook his head, leading him up a flight of stairs.
"We'll just go back to the hoel." Bam couldn't help his excitement at the thought of being all alone with a bed and Ville. He reached into his pocket, feeling for the panties again. A sequin poked him.
"Ow." he mumbled. Ville opened a black door covered in stickers and graffiti. The night air was refreshing after the recycled air of the venue.
"You okay? Did you trip?"
"No. Don't worry about it, just check for fans."
"Where are you parked?" Tonight the fans had been unable to find the backstage entrance, for the lot was empty save for them.
"Not far from your bus." Taking care to stick to the shadows near the wall they made their was across the asphalt. With the bus in sight Bam took the lead, forcing them into a run. He laughed, and Ville caught up to him and grabbed his hand.
-_-_-_-_-_----
"How come you won't learn to drive?"
"Why should I?" Bam shut the car off.
"Easy for you to say, you live in a city. I moved to the fucking country. hav to drive."
"You don' have o live there. You could go to Philadelphia, or New York." Bam stayed quiet. Irritating driving distances or not, Bam loved his castle.
"Come on. Ville slid out gracefully, making Bam look like a clown. Completely disregarding the passing cars Ville sauntered across the street, as cocky as you please. Bam resisted the urge to run after him and reprimand him. Rather he simply imitated him. Luckily the lanes were empty when he tried.
"Never seen this place." he told his companion.
"Probably because it's four stars, not five." joked Ville. He blocked Bam's swat.
"Shut up. I still got street in me. You think all I do is hang out in my awesome house with me awesome shit?"
"Yup. I know you haven't skated professionally a whole lot since you started making movies." A doorman let them in and they offered polite "thank yous".
"I was in Helsinki for a demo!"
"Which you bailed on, let me remind you." The lobby bathed Ville in its golden light. His pretty pale skin warmed up and Bam restrained himself from his touching his neck.
"Whatever, like you can skate." rebutted the American, trying to distract himself.
"I used to." He nudged Bam in the ribs. They set about shoving each other until a matronly old woman joined them in the elevator.
"Hey, if you know that I haven't been skating then you must have been keeping tabs on me! What lies..." It elicited a snort from the Finn.
"Keep telling yourself that." On the sixth floor they got off, glad to be out from under the offended woman.
For a moment they stood still, both waiting for the other to take the lead.
"V?"
"Right. Sorry, it's that one." He pointed to the fourth door down behind Bam. The empty corridor had an air of Old Hollywood glamour. The room added to it.
"This is cool." Ville shrugged, saying something about a shower
"Good idea, you stink. My rental is going to smell of nasty rocker." He was promptly flipped the bird before hi conquest riend disappeared into the bathroom.
He want to the bed, and when he heard the water go on he pulled the sequined panties from his pocket. That day in the airport Ville had told him he'd washed them, but he still liked to believe they absorbed something of his smell. As far as he was concerned Ville was all over them. For four years Bam had longed to see Ville. It was a frivolous love, and nothing ever came from it, except dissatisfaction with all his partners. He was getting older, and while Ville had aged into a handsome young man he was going to lose his virility.
'You're only thirty-seven, come on now.'
'Yeah, and he's only twenty-two.'
'So what? You can be a cougar.'
'The male term is sugar daddy.' Bam cringed.
"Ew. That does sound kind of gross."
"What does?" Bam yelped. He hadn't noticed the hiss of the water was gone. Ville stood in the door frame. His hair wet and framing his face, which was now devoid of makeup, made him look far more innocent than the rest of him suggested. Another new tattoo, a heartagram with vines, had been added to his pelvis. It hinted at what was hiding in his black panties.
That was the best part.
Black satin added a flimsy layer of modesty. In a neat little column three sky blue bows rested on the slight bulge of his dick. They were cut just high enough to let his ivory white thighs show, arousing Bam more than thought they would.
Bam swallowed thickly, wanting more than anything to pounce on him and take him for his own. His erection gained momentum, starting to make his pants tight.
"Nothing, never mind." He fought to keep his voice controlled. "Looks like you've given up the sequins."
"Well, what was I supposed to do? Someone had my favorite pair." His voice, already deep, dropped to a husky murmur. He spoke languidly, letting every word entice Bam on it's own.
"Oh? That's a shame." Here I was bringing them back." he held up the silver material. "Guess I'll just have to keep them." Ville smiled, his eyes hooded and his arms crossed.
"That was nice of you. You're right though, I don't need them anymore. Not when these are so easy to get off." He twirled the end of one bow around his finger. He tugged it gently and it threatened to come undone.
Just like Bam.
"Prove it, then." Ville shook his head. He stalked over, something of a predator in his stride. Climbing onto the bed he crawled to Bam on all fours. The man's eyes had darkened, and he waited with baited breath for the boy to reach him. When Ville climbed into his lap, his eyes widened.
"Excited?"
"Yes!" Bam's enthusiasm gave him a laugh. he kissed him and suddenly all the passion they'd had to hold back long ago came flooding out. Bam tore his shirt off, the panties falling out of his hand. He craved being in contact with Ville, wanting to feel all of him. Ville pushed him down, his own eyes a hazy green. He kissed him punishingly, not stopping until he couldn't breathe. Both men gasped.
"You- you have-"
"Yeah." Ville reached into the drawer, taking out lube and a condom.
"Are you clean?" Ville stopped in his tracks.
"What? Yeah, I get tested ever few months."
"Me too, and I'm clean. Forget the condom." Bam took the lube from him, holding it in one hand while cupping Ville's ass with the other. The satin was cool against his sweaty palm. He almost wished he didn't have to take them off. Ville kissed him again, undoing his zipper one-handed. Their lips bruised and both panting, they stopped simultaneously. Bam admired Ville with the eyes of a starving man. He was perfect, every inch of him exactly what he dreamed. Ville, as much as he wanted to keep the pace going, purred softly. He started pulling off Bam's pants. As the denim fell away he licked and kissed his way down his legs. Watching Bam watch him, he pursed his lips and drew them over the tent in his black briefs.
"Holy shit, V." the man tangled his hands in his hair. "Mmm." His moan was music to Ville's ears as he ran his cheek down his thigh. Having taken Bam's jeans completely off he climbed back to Bam's neck.
"You smell good Bammie." The skater tried to kiss him but ended up nuzzling his hair instead. The Finn sucked on his collarbone, trying his hardest to do so gently. Bam's nails dug into his shoulder blades, making him groan. He bit Bam's nipple, flicking his tongue along the bud. With every one of Bam's noises Ville's dick twitched.
"Enough. Fuck me, V." He didn't hesitate. Guiding Bam's hand to his crotch he helped him undo the ribbons. In his eagerness Bam nearly tore them apart. Ville's cock sprung free, and Bam squeezed some lube onto his palm, slicking Ville's member with it.
"Bam, wait, I've got to-"
"No, just you, just like that. Don't make me beg." As Ville slipped off Bam's underwear he grinned.
"I should, you know." he kneed Bam's thighs apart. "For keeping me waiting so long." he licked the tip.
"I tried! You're hard to find!" Bam's voice rose a bit as Ville entered him. He clenched his eyes shut, adjusting to the burning.
"You okay?" Bam nodded, flexing his anal muscles. The pain wasn't anything he couldn't handle.
"Go, move. I'm good." Ville started rocking his hips, thrusting in and out slowly. Bam bucked violently, and Ville groaned. He'd found Bam's spot, and both of them enjoyed it.
"Move faster!" Bam wrapped his legs around Ville's waist, rocking in time with him. The panties were built to stay on no matter who was getting fucked. There were bows on the back too. Normally a bottom, Bam's blood raced at the thought of being inside Ville.
"Ugh!" he tried to touch himself but Ville batted his hand away.
"No." Instead he took the man in hand, pumping him in time with his thrusts. As he began to lose his rhythm he could feel a tightness in his balls. "Bam- Bam, I'm gonna- fuck!" He came, shaking. He laid his head in the crook of Bam's neck as he rode out his orgasm. Ville finished Bam off, smiling when he came with his name on his lips. They lay like that a while. The silence could have gone on unbroken for days with them so completely sated.
"Your underwear is so nice Ville." Ville giggled and kissed Bam's neck. He pulled out, and Bam pouted. He was more than happily sore.
"I have a thing for girl pants." he told him as he made himself comfortable. Bam's arm supported his neck in lieu of a pillow. Ville's still damp hair tickled Bam's chin.
"How are you under me if you're taller?"
"I'm magic." Bam laughed, itching his chin. Again they settled into stillness. Ville wriggled out of his black satin using one hand.
"I love you." he said.
"I love you too." he whispered. Ville turned his head to see Bam watching him. they kissed almost as chastely as the time in the airport. Bam sneakily took the ribbon underwear from Ville.
"You have to give me your real number. I can't be grilling record store clerks on your location."
"Huh?" Bam kissed him again.
This completely made up for lost time.